Karla giggled as she leaned her head against Cache’s bicep. A thrill ran down her spine as they held hands and laughed, all within the safety and secrecy of Cookie’s huge body. Karla had never been so glad to keep something a secret, and she liked that she could hold Cache’s hand in the dead of night or secluded behind a big dairy cow.
And wow, she liked this man. It was amazing how much her perspective of him had shifted since he’d invited her to dinner.
“You didn’t go to church today,” she said when she realized it.
Cache lifted her wrist to his lips. “Mental health day.” He looked at her, sobering. “You never go to church.”
Karla nodded, expecting this conversation. “I used to.”
“And now?”
“Now, I’m kind of in a slump,” she said. “Don’t you ever feel like that? Like sometimes thin
