Coop chuckles, giving my arm a friendly squeeze. “You talk to Suzanne since you ran outta church like you were bein’ chased by the Holy Ghost?”
“No.” I think for a moment. “That must’ve been an interesting spectacle I made.”
“Hate to tell you, Megan, but it was all anyone could talk about after. New girl in town starts laughin’ like a hyena at the start of the sermon, then bolts for the doors at a hundred miles per hour—the general consensus is that you’re either on drugs or an atheist. Drugs bein’ the better option, by the way. Folks around here are pretty nonjudgmental, but nobody likes an atheist. You can’t trust a person who doesn’t believe in God.”
I smile at that. “I can honestly tell you, Coop, that I’m not an atheist this morning.”
“So it’s drugs, then,” he teases. “Guess I sho
