Dave had no idea what to say. He wasn’t sure if he’d forgiven Sissy all the way, though the sermon today, with her hand tucked neatly into his, had helped. He’d seen her with the baby, and he decided on the spot that he didn’t need to have every duck in the row. Every detail worked out.
He took her in his arms again and hoped she was paying attention now. Because he was going to kiss her. She realized it just in time to take in a deep breath, and then his lips brushed hers, experimenting, testing.
She tasted like butter, as if she’d tasted the corn or the mashed potatoes before setting them on the table. A moan started somewhere in the back of his stomach, because kissing her was still the most wonderful thing in the whole world.
He moved his hands to her face, wanting to experience her
