Chapters (29)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- 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
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Dear Readers
- About the Author
Two girls with long black hair and brown eyes carried their Bibles into the classroom and took seats. Rose and Ivy Sanchez were fourteen. They’d just moved to Comfort a year ago, so they were still considered newbies, both in school and in church. They got seated, and then Isaac and Faith Torres arrived. Mack stood up and the room got quiet.
“We’ve got two new members today, so we should introduce ourselves. I’m Mack Cooper, and I’m your teacher. Clay, you can go next. Tell us your name and how old you are, maybe what grade you are in school.” Mack half expected either Holly or Braden to pop off a smart remark, but they both sat still. The only things that moved were their eyes, shifting from one kid to the next.
After everyone else had given their names, Braden and Holly introduced themselves, and Mack dug deeper by having everyone share whether they had siblings. Then he segued into the lesson about loving your brother. He could tell by the look on Holly’s face that she wasn’t buying a single bit of it—no way was she going to love Braden like she did herself.
While he was listening to the kids’ arguments about why they didn’t love their siblings, he thought about when he and Adam had been in that same classroom, right along with Drew. Mack loved his brother then, but he sure didn’t like him. Truth was, nothing about that situation had changed.
Lily wasn’t quite sure where she should go. The last time she and Wyatt had come to church in Comfort, they had gone to the young married couples’ class, but now that she wasn’t married anymore, she just stood in the middle of the sanctuary and wondered what to do. Sally came up behind her, looped an arm in hers, and steered her to the left.
“We go to the singles’ class,” she said. “Divorced or never married go in this one. We can’t go to the young married class anymore for two reasons. We’re damn sure not young.” She raised a hand toward the ceiling. “Forgive me, Lord. That Saturday-night language just slipped out.”
Lily giggled. “And the second reason?”
“We’re those wild divorcées who might steal one of those poor women’s husbands if we go into that class. We’re so bad that Preacher Drew teaches this one himself,” Sally whispered.
“You are not old,” Drew said right behind them. “And that’s not the reason we have this class. It’s for the fellowship.”
“Busted!” Sally laughed and gave Drew a hug.
Drew nodded over her shoulder toward Lily. “Welcome back to Comfort—we’re all glad to have you in church with us.”
“Thank you.” Lily entered the room first to find four other people already seated around a table.