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By the ti up after those un I don’tlate, because Pastor Hibbert’s seret to sit in one of the open pews near the back, rather than her favorite spot right up front
The congregation is singing “Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus,” and I take this opportunity to turnbeside a silver-haired woman who I assume is Eleanor, his mother-in-law She’s dressed in a pale blue suit, and she looks very foruely familiar I’m sure I’ve seen her at one of Ma’s many Bible studies
Re, not sitting on a barstool, I realize he’s tall He’s also sli a hot, athletic bod under all that expensive-looking material A Jamie Dornan in Fifty Shades Freed kind of bod
I do a quick scan of the backs of heads Dagwood is here, sitting with his wife Dotty Mrs Stern and her son Ralph are behind the, but I don’t see Drehere Not that I’m surprised
We’re instructed to sit, and I watch as Reentleman Just before he takes a seat, those hazel eyes sweep the room, and when they meet mine, a shot of adrenaline sizzles in my lower stomach
A tiny smile curls my lips, and the side of his mouth moves upward That dimple appears briefly, and I have to shift in
No, I don’t think the F-bomb in church
Yes, my mom is in my head
Back to my hot boss… I can’t believe he’s lived here four years Granted, I don’t le Sunday, but hell, I h a lot of sermons Maybe he misses the Sundays I’m here and vice versa Yes, that has to be what happens
His head is turned to the side, and I admire his square jaw as he listens politely to Pastor Hibbert talking about helping others A few natural highlights are right at the tips of his brown hair I didn’t notice it in the bar last night, and I bet as soon as he gets a haircut, they’ll be gone The thought makes me sad
I tune in for a second, and the verse is about some deaconess who helped the apostles Finally, the pastor tells us to close our eyes and ask God to help us see people in the community who need a little time, a little friendship, a little faith
Clearly, this is a direct sign God wantswith Reive it to him Mission accepted, God
The A out, and we’re on our feet, headed to the door as the organ plays the Doxology Once we’re outside, I linger on the front laondering if Reether
“What are you waiting for?” Ma stops her progress toward the parking lot and walks back to where I stand
“I’ton Key?”