Dillon pulled his car into the parking lot of the First Christian Church of Reed. He spotted Sadie’s car a few spaces away, and wished for the hundredth time Jamie had ridden with him.
He understood Jamie’s reasons for riding with his aunt, but he hoped at least Jamie would let Dillon take him home. Dillon needed to be close to him, to breathe the same air, share the same space, if only for a few minutes.
Dillon was no stranger to the First Christian Church, having visited with Megan too many times to count. He liked the open atmosphere, the lack of condemnation. The preacher at his mother and father’s church was an expert on hellfire and brimstone.
Nothing like two hours worth of sin and conviction to make a guy want to throw himself out of a third story window. Walter Oakley, though
