Up close, Pastor Brett was kind of a looker.
Caramel hair, soft brown eyes—he had this really nice smile but his laugh was kind of loud. He had his head thrown back, laughing at whatever Officer Lucas had said as he thumped him on the back, the two of them clearly keen on each other. “Alright, I’ll be here for the potluck on Saturday. Christina is making her famous banana pudding pie.”
“Wonderful. I haven’t decided what I’m making just yet but probably—”
“Beef sliders,” Officer Lucas cut in, raising an amused brow. “That’s what you always bring. Who you kidding?” Another quick hug goodbye and the pastor’s kind eyes met mine over the man’s shoulder. He quirked a brow, full attention coming to me as the officer headed over to join his wife with couple ladies she was ch
