Cache entered the church first on Sunday, his palms hurting from where the rope had slipped during that morning’s chores. He was tired of leaving Karla in the truck and hoping she’d follow him inside, found the whole ruse almost unethical.
He knew they weren’t hurting anyone, and he wasn’t really lying about anything. He spotted Dave sitting alone, which was odd as he’d had Sissy with him for weeks now. Not only that, but Dave seemed relentless in his pursuit to find out what Cache was doing all the time and if he liked Karla or not.
He’d admitted it to Lance, but he’d denied things to Dave over and over. But, in order to keep up the charade of not dating Karla, he walked down the aisle to where Dave sat. “Is there room for me?” he asked, mentally calculating that there was enough space
