42
“Hey, there. You heading home?” The voice belongs to the shadows.
I startle. “Who’s that?”
It’s 9:30. Well past sundown. The meeting ended thirty minutes ago. I shouldn’t have stayed so long afterward, but I wanted to help put away the chairs, and April had been eager to get home and kiss the girls before they fell asleep, so I told her I didn’t need her to stick around and walk out with me. Now, everyone is gone. I count five car lengths before I can duck, safely, inside my Hyundai and drive away.
As I rifle through my purse for my keys, the voice’s owner steps out into the dim light of the only lamppost in this deserted church parking lot.
I see his handsome face and let out a relieved sigh. “Garrett –”
I’ve forgotten about him—mainly because I’m trying to become a different per
