Catching Lucas Riley (2 page)

“This is painful,” Meredith whispered to Alex as they sat in sacrament meeting the following Sunday. “Sometimes I think that skipping fast Sunday testimony meeting would be an effective plan for lowering my blood pressure. I should suggest it to my doctor as formal treatment plan.”

Alex snorted. “Right. High blood pressure, you? I don’t believe it.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be high if I didn’t come to this meeting every month. I mean, I spend the entire hour cringing in sympathy or borrowed embarrassment.”

“You’re too kind,” Alex said, smirking. “You should just learn to mock like the rest of us.”

“Rude,” Meredith whispered back.

“Shhhh!” Rachel glared with severity as she hissed down the bench at them. “The bishop is watching you!”

Alex glanced up at the stand, noticing Bishop King frowning at her. Whoops. She folded her hands in her lap and looked around, trying to ignore the crying brunette at the microphone. Meredith was right; this really was painful.

It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate testimony meeting for what its purpose was supposed to be, but the problem was that too many singles ward testimonies turned into storytelling sessions or academy award speeches. This one was worse than most.

Alex allowed her eyes to wander around the chapel, searching for the
curly head she thought she’d seen slip in just after the opening prayer. Finally, she found it, two rows up and to the left. Alex was thrilled to see that Lucas was not sitting with any girls today. In fact, he had sat next to Calvin Jones, a special needs young man who often sat alone. Alex felt her heart constrict. How could anyone not fall for Lucas Riley?

It took her several minutes to realize she was staring, very obviously and shamelessly, with a soppy look on her face. Looking around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, she glanced quickly up at the stand. Her eyes met the piercing blue gaze of Sealey Witchburn, the ward executive secretary. Meeting the eyes of the ward executive secretary was never a good idea, unless you were dying to be next Sunday’s sacrament meeting fodder, but in Sealey’s case, it was suicide.

Sealey was tall, blond, and extremely good looking, but no one ever noticed that part once they actually met him. The guy was the epitome of intimidating. He saw everything—noticed everything. He had his well-shaped finger placed directly on the pulse of the ward, and he was not afraid to use his mysteriously acquired knowledge for his own sadistic purposes.

Alex looked away quickly, afraid he would divine from her gaze all her deepest, darkest thoughts and wishes with regard to Lucas Riley. Few people knew Lucas as well as Sealey did—they were best friends and roommates, attended all the same ward council meetings, and even worked for the same company. She couldn’t afford Sealey letting Lucas in on her secret. But she felt her heart sinking.

She knew she had been careless, staring so fixedly at her heart’s desire—Sealey’s knowing smirk had been enough to convince her of that. She should have been more aware of who was watching her. There was not a chance in the world that Sealey didn’t now suspect how she felt about Lucas. What would stop him from revealing the secret? What would he demand of her as his price for keeping quiet? She shivered from the sixth row of the chapel, knowing that in order to preemptively save her dreams of one day catching Lucas Riley’s eye, she would have to confront Sealey Witchburn.

“All right, what do you want?” Alex asked straightforwardly to Sealey’s back after the meeting had ended.

“Why, Sister Foamer,” Sealey said in his silky smooth voice as he turned to face her. “What an honor to be willingly approached by such . . . ah, grace.” He eyed her thunderous expression with amusement. “And how are we this fine Sunday?”

“Stop messing with me, Witchburn,” Alex retorted. “Just tell me what you want.”

“Whatever do you mean?” He looked at her, wide-eyed and innocent, but his mouth curved into a wolfish smile.

“I mean it. I’m not in the mood. I don’t want this splashed all over the ward, so either tell me what I have to do, or just swear right now to keep your mouth shut.”

“Well, it’s not like you’re working all that hard to hide it,” he pointed out, dropping his façade. “I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone knew already.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Alex said, sneering.

“Why are you so afraid of getting it out there, anyway?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “He might actually stare back at you if he knew you liked him.”

“I want to do it my way,” she insisted. “I don’t want to get all high school about this.”

“Well, then,” Sealey said, his manner suddenly almost businesslike. “In that case, I can help you.”

“You can—what?” Alex said, thrown off by his change in tone.

“If you’re wanting to be adult about your advance, then let me help you. Where are you going to find someone who knows him better than I do?”

He’s got a point
, Alex thought, but she stared distrustfully up at Sealey. “Why would you volunteer to help me? What’s in it for you?”

“Just happy to see another young couple in the ward blissfully wed,” Sealey responded angelically.

“Yeah, right.” Alex rolled her eyes. “What is it really? Why are you willing to help me get Lucas’s attention?”

“That’s my business,” Sealey said straightforwardly. “Just be grateful I’m in this giving mood today. Normally I might just have thrown you to the wolves. Otherwise known as apartment 34B.”

Alex shuddered, thinking of the apartment of six girls who lived in
her complex. They functioned as the ward information superhighway. Whether the information was verifiable or not was entirely another matter, and one they didn’t concern themselves with.

“So let me get this straight,” Alex said, narrowing her eyes up at Sealey. “You are going to help me get into Lucas’s line of sight, and I don’t have to do anything or say anything or give you anything in return?” Her tone plainly showcased her disbelief.

“I didn’t say that,” Sealey said. Alex grimaced and nodded her expectance of such a response. “As payment for my services, you have to do
everything
I say within the confines of our mission. I require your absolute and total trust. You tend to be a bit of an argumentative snot, Foamer, and to argue is to waste time and energy.”

Alex opened her mouth to retort, but Sealey held up a hand. “Trust me, if you want Lucas to notice you, you need my help. You’re better off just agreeing to my terms.”

Alex closed her mouth, deflating. He was right. She knew that without his assistance, Lucas would be married to a perky little cheerleader before she had the chance to distract him.

“All right,” Alex agreed, hesitantly. “But so help me, Witchburn, if you humiliate me or make me do something undignified, simply for your own enjoyment, I will make you very sorry.”

“Well, you’ll try, anyway,” Sealey replied, supremely unconcerned. He turned and began walking toward the bishop’s office. “Meet me in the gym after the mingle,” he instructed over his shoulder. “Bring your game face, Foamer. We’re heading into battle.”

Alex watched him go, her stomach clenching queasily. What had she gotten herself into?

“W
HAT HAVE YOU
gotten yourself into?” Meredith cried, her hands to her face. It was ten minutes later, and Alex sat in Sunday School with her roommates, waiting for class to start. “What were you thinking, going to
Sealey Witchburn
for help?”

“I
didn’t go to Sealey Witchburn for help!” defended Alex. “I went to Sealey Witchburn to prevent the entire ward learning my secret, and he
offered
to help. I accepted. There’s a difference.”

“But he’s . . . he’s . . .
evil
,” Meredith whispered dramatically. “Didn’t you hear what happened to Skye Matheson when she publicly called him out for refusing to support last year’s stake date auction?”

“I know, but—” Alex started, but Jaclyn interrupted her.

“I didn’t. What happened?” She chomped her gum in excited expectation.

“It
somehow
got around that she had once been engaged to that guy who got arrested last winter for chucking rocks at cars along Highway 89. Remember all those accidents? It was even suggested that he went all nutso because she had broken up with him. She ended up transferring to
Dixie State
,” Meredith finished affectedly as though Dixie State College were where rumor legends went to die.

“Seriously? Skye was engaged to that homeless dude?” Jaclyn stage whispered as the Sunday School teacher got to his feet and cleared his throat loudly. “I didn’t know that. Well, dang, I’d move too if something like that got around.”

“
You don’t know for sure that Sealey said anything,” Alex defended, somewhat weakly.

“But, Alex, really, who else would have known something like that?” Sage asked incredulously, ignoring the teacher as he glared openly at them. “He knows everything about everybody. It’s downright
creepy
. And you’re playing right into his hands!”

“Oh, relax,” Kacey interrupted. “I think she was smart to go to Sealey. He’s one of Lucas’s best friends. Add that to the fact that he probably knows all of Lucas’s darkest secrets, and Alex has got a valuable weapon in her hands.”

“Right, like Sealey’s going to turn on his best friend, just to help Alex.” Jaclyn rolled her eyes. “If anything, he’s going to turn on Alex and make her look like an idiot in front of Lucas, just for the entertainment value.”

“Are you guys going to listen to anything today?” Rachel glared at each one in turn. “Why come to church if you’re going to spend the whole time ignoring the stuff that actually matters?”

They all shut their mouths guiltily, recognizing Rachel’s point as their collective conscience.

With the conversation finally halted, Alex ruminated on what she had done. How could she trust Sealey Witchburn? It was well known how dangerous he could be. Man alive, even his
name
sounded evil. Maybe she should just back out. Would he allow her to? What if he turned on her for attempting to break a deal with him? Oh, why couldn’t she just have fallen for a guy who knew she existed?

Alex stood in the center of the church gym, scuffing the floor with her heel as she nervously waited for Sealey to show up. A thousand scenarios had run through her head in the past couple of hours, each one more unlikely than the last. By the time Sealey strolled through the door, she was ready to grab him by the collar and shout, “Let me out! Let me out, I beg you! I shouldn’t have done it, I know, but I beg of you to
be merciful and free me!
” But one look at his face assured her she would never be successful. Sealey’s expression was one of fixed determination.