FullDisclosure by Nikki Soarde Page A

time and chances were she had just lost track of time while shopping and everything was fine. But the truth was the time for their chosen movie of the evening was quickly approaching and she had been so eager to see it. It didn’t make sense that she would forget about that so casually.
    He sampled the sauce again and, just for something to do, decided it needed more mushrooms. He opened the fridge and had just pulled out the paper bag full of button mushrooms when the condo door swished open, and in burst an uncharacteristic bundle of energy.
    “Dad!” She slammed the door behind her and rushed headlong toward the kitchen. “Oh my goodness, Dad. I’m so sorry. My phone died and I lost track of time and…” She gave him a huge hug, which concerned him even more than the fact that she hadn’t called. Rachel had been decidedly reserved with the physical affection—understandably so considering she barely knew him—and this was the first hug she’d ever given him without his offering one first. “You must have been so worried.”
    Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard. But her smile was big and her arms were still latched around him. He returned the hug tentatively. “Maybe a little. But obviously you’re okay, so—”
    “Oh Dad, I’m so much more than okay.” She released him and stepped back, positively beaming. “I’m…I’m…” She whirled around. “I’m so excited. Beyond excited, actually. More like…ecstatic.”
    Evan laughed. “I can see that. But before you tell me all about it, tell me just how hungry you are. I’ve been waiting to put the pasta into the pot until—”
    “Oh. I’m sorry, Dad. It smells wonderful but I couldn’t possibly eat. My stomach is in knots.” She grasped his hands. “And I have to ask something else of you. I hate to ask because I know you’ll be disappointed but…” She chewed her lower lip.
    “Come on. Out with it. You’re not eloping, are you?” He laughed when he said it, but to his surprise she didn’t laugh with him. “You’re not!”
    “Oh no. No. Nothing like that. But…it is about a man. I met someone today.”
    Well, this was welcome news. “Someone special it sounds like.”
    There was that smile again. “Oh yes. Very special. His name is Noah. Isn’t that a perfectly wonderful name?”
    “Perfectly,” he agreed, but she wasn’t really listening to him.
    “Noah Sachs. And he likes to go to the same coffee shop I do. We met this morning and we talked so long I was late for work. But then we met for lunch and then we just had to meet up after work so that he could take me down to see his church.”
    Evan’s eyebrows arched. “Church?” But of course, she would never consider a man who wasn’t as committed to his spirituality as she was. “What church is that?”
    “It’s the Wellesley Street Chapel, and it’s absolutely beautiful.”
    Evan blinked, digesting this information. “Really,” he said slowly. “The Wellesley Street Chapel.”
    “Yes. Why? Do you know it?”
    “I’ve…heard of it.” He had no intention of filling her in as to how or why he knew of this very special little chapel. It would be best for her to find out all on her own. “And you’re right. I’ve heard that it’s lovely.”
    “Oh yes. It’s filled with candles and wood carvings. There’s none of that gaudy gold or silver, just a few simple stained-glass windows and a cross at the front. I really love it. It reminds me a bit of the chapel back home.”
    Believe me , he thought, it’s nothing like the chapel back home. Aloud he said, “Well, I’m thrilled you found a friend.”
    She squeezed his hands. “He is, Dad. I think he’s going to be a good friend.” He could tell by the continued flush on her cheeks that he was likely already quite a bit more than a “good friend”.
    “But you said something about disappointing me. So far none of this falls into that category.”
    “It’s about our plans for this evening. Would