Fr. Luke remained calm even though his body coursed with unusual feelings; it occasionally caused a hot sensation to fill his face and the rest of his body seemed to enjoy whatever new sensation this was.  However, he perceived it might be the body reacting romantically to a woman's company.  So, he stopped.<br/><br/>He had brought for himself an oversized lunch bag that had ham and bologna, American and Swiss cheeses, some chips.  While his desk was small, he spread out two or three napkins that Joe's diner had given him; he had some bottled water and some soda pop in case his secretary wanted something.  Mayo packets were around too.  He slowly made his own lunch first, trying not to take too much so that Clara had a half way decent meal.  Suddenly, Luke's cell phone rang.  He answered it, it was the Brothers.  "So, are you eating with us today?" the voice said on the other end.  "No, Brother Mark; I've decided to get some work done."  The other end was silent for a moment and then Mark responded, "You eating with the girl again?"  Fr. Luke looked briefly at Clara and then turned away.  "What if I am?  Her and I get our best work done at lunch."<br/><br/>"Be careful of her Fr. Luke; you know in your vows you cannot be with a woman romantically!"<br/><br/>Fr. Luke just finished, "Never mind Br. Mark.  Keep your nose in your own business!"  Fr. Luke hung up, frowned in frustration, and then turned to Clara.<br/><br/>"Please tell me, Clara, that we don't have romantic feelings for each other.  Please tell me we don't; we don't need that complication do we?"  But it was apparent that Fr. Luke was looking at her lips, her eyes, her nose.  He moved his face closer with every second of silence.  His secretary better say something quick, or else ....