Chapter Thirty Nine

They were at Jonathan and Kate's wedding.

Katherine sat very still in her chair with her hands folded tightly in her lap. Enough. Done. She was simply not going to think about it—about Jensen—anymore.

The wedding mass was in English and the priest was concluding the homily drawn from scripture on the subject of Christian marriage. Katherine stared resolutely forward, trying to focus on the words. On the spare beauty of this little Catholic church, where her brother was getting married to his beautiful bride.

She tried to focus on the couple... And not on the handsome best man standing there.

The white frame church of the immaculate conception was simple and charming, as white inside as out. It smelled of candle wax and lemon furniture polish, with a faint echo of damp outerwear and old incense. The worn pews were of oak and all of them were full.

What mattered was Jon