Mind of Her Own by Diana Lesire Brandmeyer

Author:Diana Lesire Brandmeyer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION / Christian / Romance, FICTION / Contemporary Women
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2012-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Soft light bathed Jazz’s eyelids. She was so comfortable, and the bed seemed too warm and cozy to think about leaving it. Collin had pressed his back against hers, and . . . Collin? Jazz flung back the covers and bolted from the bed. “What . . . ?” She burst into giggles.

Cleo raised her head off the bed, and her tail thumped as if to say, “It’s just me.”

Jazz sank back onto the bed, then remembered it was Sunday. They hadn’t gone to church since she’d been hurt, but she was pretty sure that was because life had been on the edge of insanity. She glanced at the clock and realized she’d almost overslept. Why was the house so quiet? Shouldn’t everyone else be up and getting ready by now? They did usually go to church, didn’t they?

Downstairs she found Collin still asleep on the couch. He slept on his side with his hand curled under his face. She longed to wake him with a kiss. Instead she bent down and gently pushed his shoulder. “Wake up. We’ll be late.”

Collin peeked at her through dark lashes. “What? Late for what?”

“Church. Come on, Collin, we have to get the kids ready. They’re still sleeping.”

Collin rose on one arm and then collapsed back on the sofa. “Jazz, we don’t go to church unless it’s Christmas or Easter, and it’s neither one today. Go back to bed.”

Not go to church? She glanced at the clock on the mantel. There was still time to get everyone ready. She shook Collin. “We’re going to church as a family, so get up.”

He smelled wonderful, like comfort, and she wondered what it was like to be surrounded with his arms. He’s not yours, she reminded herself. She averted her eyes from the sight of his bare, masculine chest rising in front of her as he struggled to sit up on the couch.

She straightened and ran upstairs. “Time to get up,” she yelled into each room. From the closet she grabbed a navy knit dress from Louisa’s selection of clothes, but added a bright-red leather belt from her shopping trip.

Joey ambled into her room, sleepy-eyed. His pillow hair was flattened to the side of his head. “Why do we have to get up?”

“We’re going to church.” She yanked on the belt and slid it through the buckle.

“Is it Christmas?” He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“No, it’s not. But the church is open every Sunday, and we’re going.” How could Louisa be a good mother if she didn’t take her kids to church? And Collin—he should be in charge, not her. It’s his job to get his family to church, she fumed. She noticed Joey’s expression and felt immediate guilt at the harshness of her voice. He wasn’t responsible, and she shouldn’t take her frustration out on him. “I’m sorry, Joey. I’m a little tired this morning. Go get dressed in something nice, okay?”

After what seemed to be a lot of arguing, Jazz assembled everyone into the minivan.

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