I tag along with you to church?”
She’d told him the day before that she’d be going, offered to direct him to a congregation of his faith, if he attended at all. She’d not expected this.
There was something intimate about the thought of sitting in church with a man. Attending with him.
She liked the idea too much.
But it was Christmas Eve.
And he was alone.
“Sure. We can have something to eat around five, if you’d like, and go to the early service at seven.”
“I’d like that.”
She nodded. Watched him watching her. And when she made herself leave, she took the memory of his smile with her.
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