My brother, Chet, and Jolene walked toward me through the Memorial Hall of the Community Church, where I was pastored. Two days passed since the storm blocked the road, and Chet checked in on Mama every day.
I didn’t blame him for it. But that didn’t prevent the burning sensation in my chest, nor the pain in my jaw from over-clenching my teeth. Hell yes, I wanted to go all territorial on him and protect my queen.
Only problem with that?
She and I weren’t even together.
The last thing I wanted to do was chase her off with my possessiveness.
Even so, when I stepped towards them, I consciously unclutched my fists at the pep in her walk, which conveyed a sunny cheerfulness and ease she didn’t exhibit with me.
We needed more time alone.
It’s not like my brother would ever try to steal he
