First Prince of Israel - Chapter Three

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Chapter Three:

“My name is Jacob Medad. Who are you?”

“How did you know to pick me up?” Her voice cracked.

“You were stranded on the side of the road,” Jacob said. “I picked you up because you looked like you needed help.”

“But you said you were from my father’s resort.”

“I said no such thing.” Jacob didn’t want to argue, but this conversation was getting more and more bizarre. “I teased you about needing directions to the resort, but my GPS is more than capable of getting me there, so I figured you’d know I was joking. You seemed to think I was joking.”

“So… if my father didn’t send you to pick me up, why am I in your car?”

“You tell me,” Jacob challenged her. “You’re the one who asked me to unlock the door for you.”

“Because I thought my father had sent someone to pick me up when I got stranded.”

“I guess that was an incorrect assumption on your part,” Jacob said. “I’m heading to the resort, but if you’d rather, I can drop you off at the nearest town and you can call your father for help.”

“Why are you going to the resort?” She still seemed suspicious but not as panicked.

“I’m renting an apartment there because I just got hired to work on the Southeastern Anatolia Project here in the valley. The all-inclusive resort seemed like a perfect place to live for now. Why are you going to the resort?”

“I live there,” she said with hesitation in her voice. “My father owns the resort.”

“Is your father Laban?” Jacob’s heart raced with excitement. “He’s my mother’s cousin.”

“No way.” Her jaw dropped. “What are the odds?”

“Apparently pretty good.” Jacob chuckled. “I had just been praying about finding the path God had for me, and praying about finding my wife, and there you were out of the blue.”

“Wait, wait, wait, you think I’m meant to be your wife?” She folded her arms across her chest with a sarcastic scowl. “That’s presumptuous.”

“Are you already married?” He was rarely wrong about these things as long as he followed God’s promptings.

“N-no,” she stammered.

“Dating someone?”

“No. But—”

“But what?” he asked. “If God stood in front of you and told you I was meant to be your husband, wouldn’t you listen to Him?”

“You’re kind of freaking me out right now,” she said in a quiet voice. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I’ve been asking you for your name for fifteen minutes and you’ve been talking in riddles and expecting me to guess from the millions of names that exist in the world.”

“My name is Rachel.”

“Nice to meet you, Rachel. My name’s Jacob.” He reached out to shake her hand. “Are you going to leave me hanging here?”

Rachel hesitantly slipped her hand into his and warmth ran up his arm. Comforting warmth. From the way she glanced down at their adjoined hands with wide eyes, he knew that she felt the connection also.

“Now do you believe me?” Jacob released her hand and placed his back on the steering wheel.

“I don’t know what to say right now,” she said in a voice so soft he almost couldn’t hear her over the wind from the convertible top down.

“How about we start by you telling me all about yourself, and we’ll go from there? What do you do for a living? How many brothers and sisters do you have? What’s your favorite color? Favorite food? Do you have an iPhone or an Android? I’m a Samsung guy myself, so if you tell me you are permanently attached to your iPhone, I may question God’s intervention here.” He said the words playfully, trying to break the tension.

“Are you a prophet or something?” Rachel asked. “You talk about God as if he tells you what to do all the time.”

He stilled his expression and gulped. Would she be creeped out if he told her about his visions and dreams? If they were going to be married, she would need to know eventually. Might as well get the heavy stuff out of the way now in case she wouldn’t want to marry him on that alone. “I don’t know about being a prophet”—he cleared his throat—“but I know God talks to me a lot. And I try to always listen.”

“That’s really… str—interesting.”

“You were going to say strange. Admit it,” he teased.

“Well… you are indeed the strangest man I’ve ever met.”

“But you like me, right?” He was only half-joking.

“Uh, yeah, I guess I sort of do.”

“Cool.” Jacob nodded with a full-on grin. “Now, what’s your favorite color?” 

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