The Bachelor Meets His Match

A Lesson In Love

Tweed-clad professor Morgan Chatam has been the subject of countless student crushes at Buffalo Creek Bible College. But grad student Simone Guilland knows that a relationship with Morgan is out of the question. Even if he weren’t her advisor, the secrets from her past prevent them from having a future. In all his years at BCBC, Morgan has never once felt drawn to one of his students—until Simone. He knows he should keep his distance. Simone deserves someone younger, someone who can give her things he cannot. And yet, he can’t shake the feeling that his chance at happily-ever-after may just lie in her hands.

Chatam House: Where three matchmaking aunts bring faith and love to life

“You really are the dumbest smart man alive, aren’t you?”

Morgan glowered as the full meaning of what she’d said settled in.

“When I’m shamelessly throwing myself at you, the least you can do is make a halfhearted attempt to catch me.”

Stunned, he asked, “What?”

“You heard me,” she retorted petulantly.

He wondered how long it had been since he’d really wanted anything, anyone, and he wasn’t sure now that he ever really had before this, and that was a startling discovery at his age.

“I can’t keep doing this!” he told himself as much as her.

She huffed out a sigh of pure disgust. “I would like to know why not.”

“Simone, I am not the man for you,” he stated flatly.

“I think you are.”

“I’m too old.”

“Ha! I think not.”

Shooting up to his feet, he began to pace. “Then put it another way. You’re too young.”

She tucked her chin and rolled those big, beautiful eyes up at him. “Surely you can do better than that.”

ARLENE JAMES

says, “Camp meetings, mission work and church attendance permeate my Oklahoma childhood memories. It was a golden time, which sustains me yet. However, only as a young widowed mother did I truly begin growing in my personal relationship with the Lord. Through adversity He has blessed me in countless ways, one of which is a second marriage so loving and romantic it still feels like courtship!”

After thirty-three years in Texas, Arlene James now resides in Bella Vista, Arkansas, with her beloved husband. Even after seventy-five novels, her need to write is greater than ever, a fact that frankly amazes her, as she’s been at it since the eighth grade. She loves to hear from readers, and can be reached via her website, www.arlenejames.com.

The Bachelor Meets His Match

Arlene James

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.

—2 Corinthians 4:7–9

For Marge Tracy

You prayed this one through, my dear.

I thank you for that support.

Invaluable.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Dear Reader

Questions for Discussion

Chapter One

“Oh, Professor Chatam, I was sooo hoping to get an appointment as your teaching aide.”

Morgan smiled warily at the young woman batting her eyelashes at him and gave his pat answer. “I only hire male teaching aides. It’s school policy. Male professors hire male aides. Female professors hire female aides. It’s entirely fair because we maintain gender parity among our professors.”

The pretty, if somewhat showy, brunette folded her arms and stuck out her bottom lip. “Awww. Isn’t there something I can do for you? You wouldn’t have to pay me.”

Morgan stiffened his smile. “I can’t think of a thing. But thanks for asking.”

Gideon Modesta, the chair of the School of Theology at Buffalo Creek Bible College, came to the rescue, clapping a hand on Morgan’s shoulder. “Great party, Morgan. As usual.”

Nodding to the young lady, Morgan closed the lid on the grill that he tended on the patio of Chatam House, the antebellum mansion owned by his aunties, triplets in their seventies, and turned to face his good friend.

“Thanks, Gideon. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“But of course. Your graduate student mixers always start off the new semester happily.”

The disappointed female student finally turned and melted into the throng of young people and faculty chatting beside the pool. Gideon chuckled.

“Poor child has no idea that rule about teaching aides was instituted for your benefit. Must be tiresome being the campus heartthrob year after year.”

“Oh, stop,” Morgan chided as Gideon mopped his beaded brow with the towel draped about his neck. It might be the second day of September, but the daytime temperature, true to central Texas, hovered at ninety-four degrees. “I’m forty-five years old. For most of our students, that makes me positively ancient.”

“In other words, only half of the female population at BCBC is now in love with you at any given time,” Gideon said drily. “What a terrible comedown for you. How do you bear up?”