Shane became aware of a disturbance earlier than some, but definitely after Dwayne. He leaned forward and hissed, “She’s lookin’ for you, cowboy.”
Shane frowned at his boss, unsure of what had happened. He only knew that something had. Dwayne nodded his head toward the far right side of the chapel, and Shane’s heart catapulted to the top of his skull and back.
Robin stood there, scanning the crowd and bending over to talk with the patrons sitting there. The man—Stockton Harrison—turned and pointed in Shane’s general direction. Robin smiled and nodded, but she still hadn’t located him.
Pastor Gifford had definitely noticed Robin, and his words slowed to a stop.
“Sorry,” she called, tacking on a short, nervous laugh. “I’m just looking for Shane Royal.”
Chuckling came down the row of cow
