Forbidden Falls

“How would you make that work? You obviously need money.”

“I’ll make changes,” she said. “Give up the duplex. Find one room somewhere. I don’t need a house when I can’t have my kids overnight. We’ve lived in one room before and we could do it again.” She shrugged. “Cozy. We just curl up and tickle and laugh and play and—” Again her eyes misted over. “I’ll manage whatever life throws at me. That’s what I’m used to doing.”

“The church job—it’s not a piece of cake,” he said. “I need help with heavy jobs. You saw the place. I have to fix it up before I even get to the preaching part.”

She flashed him a smile. “Sounds like fun. More fun than listening to a lot of bible beating.”

“At least I’m not going to have to work at getting you to come out of your shy little shell,” Noah said, and she laughed. “You’re in a tight spot. You need just under three months to get back to the judge and for me to find someone permanent. We could try it. But it’s not going to be easy.” On either one of us, he thought.

“Do I seem like someone who knows what to do with easy?”

He smiled and shook his head. He knew better; this was a bad idea. But the kid deserved a break, didn’t she? He dared a glance down from her eyes. A tremor ran though him. She sure didn’t look like a church secretary. But then, he didn’t look like a preacher. “You’re out of work right now?” he asked.

“I quit the day the judge gave Arnie the kids. I have to find something right away.”

“Tomorrow’s Thursday. If you want to start then, you can. But like I said, it’s dirty work. Do you have … ah … Jeans? Sweatshirts? Some shoes that aren’t high heels?”

“Sure,” she said, beaming. “Cool. I haven’t been in a church in years!”

“No kidding? I’d never have guessed. Well, people will have certain expectations …”

“Okay, no swearing. I’ll be totally polite. And I’ll leave my pasties and G-string at home.” Noah went completely red and she burst out laughing. “I don’t have pasties and G-strings. That club? It wasn’t that bad.”

“Just out of curiosity, what was your part?” he asked.

“Well,” she said, rolling her eyes upward. “That’s the interesting thing—sometimes a certain costume or look does more for the guys than being totally naked. The two most popular outfits were the cheerleading costume and the candy striper’s costume. The men—they really go for pom-poms.” Ellie looked at Noah. “Hey—are you all right?”

“Fine. I’m fine,” Noah said weakly. He’d been in his share of strip clubs, but not for a while. And he hadn’t had much female companionship lately, either. Until today, he hadn’t realized how much he missed that. “Now, try that pie.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Are you just doing this to be nice?”

“Pretty much. Are you conning me?”

“Out of a job that’s really hard and pays practically nothing?” she asked. “Why? So I can steal and hock a crucifix? Please. If I could figure out how to con someone, I’d go after that judge. What a jackass he turned out to be. Oops. Sorry. I’m going to have to work on my language, huh?”

“Probably,” Noah grumbled.

After finishing their pie, Noah and Ellie stood, shook hands, and she left. Noah took the empty plates and cups over to Jack at the bar.

“She seemed a lot happier when she left than when she came in, if you know what I mean,” Jack said.

“She assumed she wouldn’t get the job at the church,” Noah said. “Not exactly church-secretary material, I guess.”

“I guess,” Jack said. “Nice-enough girl, though.”

“She needs a job,” Noah said.

“That a fact?”

“What she needs is a break. And it turns out she has all the qualifications.”

Jack grinned. “I couldn’t help but notice.”

Noah sat on a stool. “Better give me a beer….”

“You bet. What’s your pleasure?”

“I’m flexible.”

Jack drew him a cold draft. “You gave her the job, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Noah admitted.

“Whoa, this is going to be fun.”

“For who, exactly?” Noah asked.

Jack laughed at him. “I only talked to her a minute, but she seems okay, don’t you think?”

“She could be a little rough around the edges for a church job.”

“Ya think?” Jack asked with a laugh. “So could you, Noah. But you’re an old softie. You sure she’s not just using you?”

“At eight dollars an hour? Come on. I’m going to have to pray for forgiveness all night for taking advantage of her.”

“Well, there’s a point.”

“But we’re going to have to do something about those … Maybe a shawl? A nice big, concealing shawl?”

“I don’t know, Noah. How about a tarp?”

“God help me.” Noah took a drink of the beer. “Jack, it’s been a real trip, getting to know you and the town. But when the locals get a load of the pastor’s assistant, I’m going to be run out on a rail.”

“Easy, Noah. This is Virgin River. We like things a little on the interesting side. You’ll manage.”

Noah took another drink of his beer. “Let’s hope so,” he muttered.

For her first day of work at the church, Ellie chose to wear something conservative. She dressed in overalls with a white, sleeveless tank top underneath that laced up the front. She slipped into sneakers, pulled her plentiful, curly, copper-colored hair up in a clip, lined her lips and eyes and off she went to Virgin River.

“I’m here,” she yelled as she walked into the church.

“I’m in the basement,” Noah yelled back.

She clomped down the steps, jumping off the bottom step. Noah was patching cracks in the unfinished cinder-block wall, a plasterer’s hawk with a mound of wet cement in one hand, a putty knife in the other. Lucy lay not far away on her bed, lifting her head and wagging her tail as Ellie came down the stairs. Noah smiled at her, then his smile froze. He looked her slowly up and down. And again.

“What?” she demanded hotly, hands on her hips.

“Nothing,” he said, turning away.