Mag-log in“See something you like, Julian?”I snapped my eyes up, my face heating. I’d been staring at his mouth.“Can’t say that I do, Asher.”He smirked and took another sip of his juice.“Here you go, Giant Max.”Riley held out a plate with two cookies on it. Ash and I both reached for it. I pulled my hand back as if burned and put it on my lap as another wave of irritation swept through me.Ash took the plate and put it in front of the giant teddy bear.“Do you like the tea, Jules?” Riley asked.I picked up my teacup and took a sip. The juice was warm and overly acidic. I wasn’t a fan of apple juice to begin with, but I could drink it for Riley.“It’s incredible. The best tea ever.”“Do you want sugar?” She picked up the plastic sugar container and looked at me expectantly.“Of course.”She busied herself with scooping imaginary sugar into my cup, then turned to Ash.“Ash?”“Yes, please.”“Milk?” she asked when she’d finished adding a half dozen fake scoops into Ash’s cup.“Please.”“Yes, t
Jules’ POV“Jules!”I looked up from my book. My four-year-old sister, Riley, stood in my doorway, wearing a blue princess dress, a Batman mask, and a tiara.“It’s tea time.” She waved a plastic teapot at me, a huge grin on her face.I slipped a bookmark between the pages of my book and put it on the comforter next to me, sat up and swung my legs over the side of my bed.“You’re late.” She shoved the teapot at me so she could put her hands on her hips. She gave me an exasperated look.“Sorry, kiddo. Can’t keep your guests waiting.” She slipped her small hand into mine, holding on tight, and tugged me down the hall. “I’m going to miss you when you go back to school.” She skipped beside me, swinging our hands.“Same, kiddo. But I’ll be back at Thanksgiving, then again at Christmas.”“But that’s sooooooo far away.” Her lip came out in an adorable pout, and I had to suppress my smile.Riley was the only person in the house I gave two shits about, and the only one who gave a damn about me
Lucas stared at the little white house. The roof was in bad shape, so it would be the first priority. And the place definitely needed a coat of paint, and some weatherproofing before the winter hit. Then there was plenty to do on the inside—some rewiring, some plumbing, and lots of cosmeticstuff. It was a fixer-upper, for sure. “It doesn’t feel real,” he said almost to himself.Mark grunted as he lowered the tailgate of their rental trailer. “It’s real. Now come help me. This stuff isn’t going to move itself.”They were just maneuvering the couch down the trailer’s ramp when Elise’s pickup pulled into the driveway, its back piled high with the last of Mark’s belongings from the apartment. Alex swung out of the driver’s side and grabbed a box from the truck bed. “Moving sucks,” he said in greeting.Sebastian climbed out of the passenger side. He and Alex had only been together for a couple weeks, so he was kind of a saint for helping with the move. And for putting up with Alex’s bitch
It was the opposite of the way he was behaving now. “Something happened,” he said firmly.“It just caught up to me,” Lucas said. “All of it. I don’t want to have to fight for every damn thing. I want one thing in my life to be easy. Plain and simple. You and me—we’re not simple.”Mark had no idea how to respond. “I want to quit the church,” he said, almost to himself. “I decided. I haven’t done it yet, but—”“Don’t do it!” Lucas looked almost ill. “You’re made for that job. It’s your calling, or whatever. More than a job. It’s part of who you are and you were always happy doing it. You should keep doing it. It’s important.”Mark stared at Lucas. “Yeah, I was happy doing it. But that doesn’t mean that I’ll be happy doing it now. Things have changed. You know that.”“Changed because of me.”“Yes. But in a good way.” He’d said the same thing to Daniel a few hours earlier, but maybe he should have been making it more clear to Lucas all along. “I feel like I’ve woken up. Sleeping wasn’t ba
“No,” he said. “I won’t make that choice. I can love Lucas and love God. I know that to be true. And I believe that I can love Lucas and serve the church. If you don’t believe that I can, you’ll have to decide what to do about it. But I won’t give him up.”“And I think that’s a good place for us to leave things,” Daniel said smoothly. “You’ve offered Mr. Webber his previous position. We accept that but reject any special provisions that go along with the position, any rules that apply only to him. He’s done nothing wrong and does not deserve to be placed on any sort of probation.”“It’s not a special rule to say that priests work within certain boundaries and are held to a higher standard,” Berton retorted.“Well, that’s something we can discuss at a future meeting. In the meantime, should Mr. Webber return to work tomorrow?”Berton frowned at the lawyer. “No,” he finally said. “Not until this is resolved. If it can’t be done at this meeting, he can just sit on the sidelines until it
“We’re just going to listen,” Daniel Cohen said. The lawyer sounded as if he’d said the same thing to countless clients countless times. “We don’t decide anything right now, and we don’t give them any information. Okay? You can exchange greetings, talk about the weather a bit, but that’s it.”Mark nodded. He understood the strategy. The church had come to a preliminary conclusion about Mark’s situation, but nothing was formalized yet. Nothing was final. Mark needed to keep his mouth shut and let Daniel do his job.“We walk away, discuss their offer, and get back to them with a counteroffer if needed.”“It’s definitely going to be some sort of offer? You’re sure they aren’t going to just apologize for being paranoid and ask me to get back to work as soon as possible?”“That would be lovely. And it’s not completely impossible. But I don’t think it’s the most likely outcome, no.”Mark nodded slowly. This was all so far from what he wanted the church to be about. They should be helping pe







