Chapter Five, Adam Blythe

"I never did introduce myself. I'm Adam Blythe."

Beth smiled. "It's nice meeting you. I'm Beth Gallagher." She gestured for him to sit.

"Thanks. I noticed your Missouri tags. Are you in town on a visit?"

Wariness swirled in the pit of her stomach. Get a grip, Elizabeth. If he were out to hurt you, he already had his chance. "No… just passing through. How about you?"

"I'm visiting a college buddy."

They ate in silence a few minutes before he pointed to her ring. "I'm surprised your fiancé let you out of his sight."

Startled, she gave him a questioning look. "Is that a typical male attitude?"

Adam studied her as he finished his taco. "It's normal for a man to be protective. Some guys go beyond protective, though…becoming obsessive."

Still pensive, Beth stared down at her empty burrito wrapper.

"You ok?" Adam's voice spoke low and tender.

Squinting out the window, a wave of emotions threatened to overwhelm her. How could she explain to a stranger the uncertainties that plagued her?

"I don't know." Her voice sounded soft and far away…lost…even to her own ears.

"Is he abusive?"

Hearing the steel in his voice, Beth turned to study him. Though his jaw clenched, gentleness exuded from him. That feeling of trust swept over her again and she gave him a weak smile.

"Kyle might be a little on the obsessive side. I left town and told him later. He would drag me home if he knew where to find me. I just needed some time away to think and pray…clear my head and make sure…" She winced and started gathering her trash.

Walking her out, Adam said, "Are you headed for the Smokies?"

"So what else has God told you about me," she smiled.

Adam chuckled, "Just a guess."

"Yes…I'm planning to stay at Pigeon Forge."

"Perfect. I have connections in Pigeon. Here…take this card." He scribbled a note on the back. "Give this to Jerry Sanders in the land office. He'll take care of you. There's a small cabin just outside of town that would be perfect for you…cheaper than a hotel and a lot homier."

"I can't thank you enough for all you've done." She took the card, slid into her car and lowered the window.

"Not a problem." He leaned both hands on the door. "Be safe…I'll be praying for you." His eyes and voice emanated warmth, sincerity.

Where were you two years ago, Adam Blythe? Beth swallowed and blinked back the moisture creeping into her eyes.

"Call if you need anything."

"I'll do that."

"Good. Remember…I have your number. If I don't hear from you, I'll call to check on you." He winked and backed away. "Bye, now."

"B-bye."

One last look in the rearview mirror told her that Adam stood on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, watching her leave. Loneliness crept over her. Lord, thank you for sending Adam to help. Please don't leave me. Keep me safe… and please bless Adam…