liked that.
âOK, name one thing you remember about me.â
Sheâd been his best friendâs girl and therefore off-limits. He and Daniel always had each otherâs backs, on the gridiron and off. But things were different now and he couldnât very well bring up Lacyâs old boyfriend as an excuse for not remembering things about her in high school. He might be out of practice, but he was certain that was not the way to make points with her.
He pulled a nugget out of thin air. âI remember you played in pep band.â
âOh, yeah. What instrument?â
âHow should I know? They all sound like kazoos to me.â
She laughed. âI can see it nowâthe Fighting Marmots All-Kazoo Marching Band! They ought to book us for the Macyâs parade.â
Jake laughed with her. He couldnât remember the last time heâd shared laughter with a woman that wasnât forced.
âBut anyway,â Lacy went on, âaccording to Georginaâthe Queen Bee of Gossips at the Gazette âthere is no chance Wanda will ever fire her longest-standing employee.â
âWhy is that?â Jake asked.
âNot sure, but my theory is that since Marjorie is the captain of the Methodist prayer chain, she must know where all the bodies are buried.â
Jake chuckled. âShe probably does at that, but Marjorie means well. I know it seems like sheâs spreading gossip, but she really does care about people.â
When he first came home and was adrift in the sea of changes his new leg had made to his life, Marjorie and her like-minded friends had prayed for him daily. And let him know they were doing so. It chafed at him in the beginning that other people thought he needed prayer.
But then it started to feel good to know that there were people who stopped what they were doing to think about him and what he was going through. Then once he settled in at the Green Apple, the gaggle of self-proclaimed prayer warriors sort of loved him into attending the Wednesday night chapel service for people whose jobs wouldnât let them go on Sunday morning.
Heâd found a measure of peace there. And a community of folks who were willing to come alongside him while he found a way to feel like he belonged again.
âOh, thatâs right,â Lacy said. âYouâve gone all churchy on me.â
âNothing wrong with finding a little faith,â he said. âHey, whatâs your problem? You were raised in that church.â
âYeah, but I sort of outgrew it.â
âNobody outgrows the need for something to believe in.â
âItâs not about faith. Itâs just church itself. I mean, who needs everybody all up in everyoneâs business?â
âSo it doesnât make you feel good to know you were being prayed for while you were in trouble back in Boston?â
âOf course not.â She glared at him as if heâd sprouted a second head. âThe prayer chain is just Coldwaterâs way of broadcasting my failures.â
âEveryone fails at something.â
âYeah, I know. But itâs almost like theyâre saying, âWho do you think you are? See? We knew you couldnât cut it in the big wide world.ââ
The prayer chain wasnât saying that at all. That attitude was coming straight from Lacy herself. She evidently didnât think she could cut it.
âWhat else happened at the paper this week?â Jake asked to change the subject. This was far too serious a topic for a first date.
She grinned. âI got the biggest kick out of some of the weekly notices sent to the paper. Did you see the one from the library?â
Jake shook his head. He didnât take the Gazette, but now that Lacy was writing for it, he needed to fix that immediately. âI must have missed that one.â
âIt went sort of like this.â Lacy closed her eyes, the better to remember the piece verbatim.
Anya Monroe
Jean R. Ewing
Chelsea Ballinger
Kelly Lawson
Dawn Gray
Charles Sheehan-Miles
Laura Landon
Scott C. Glennie
Nora Roberts
Kay Brody