“I’d still feel better if you’d let me wear my suit.”
“You’d never get it on over that cast. Besides, our church is fairly casual.” He looked at Nate’s khaki Dockers’s and dark-blue pullover.
“You look great, as always. You’re gonna cause me to have impure thoughts all during the service.”
“You’re pretty sinful yourself in those black jeans and that white button-up shirt.”
“Be sure to mention that to my mother, would you? She’s always after me to dress up a little more. She has a fit that I wear jeans with my uniform shirts.”
Nate sat down on the bed. “I think it’s hot. I won’t be telling Gale that, of course.”
Brandon sat down next to him, noticing the lines of worry on Nate’s face. “Still thinking about your father?”
“Yeah. I don’t guess you’ve heard anything?”
Brandon smoothed
