The Banty House by Carolyn Brown

Author:Carolyn Brown [Brown, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-05-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Ginger tried to concentrate on the short shopping list she’d made, but it was nearly an impossibility with Sloan sitting right next to her on the church pew. His shaving lotion—something woodsy and wonderful smelling—wafted over to her every time he moved even the slightest bit. With a sigh she forced herself to look straight ahead and not at him. That didn’t last more than a minute, and she went back to stealing sideways glances at him. To everyone else, it looked like he was paying attention to the preacher’s words, but he didn’t fool Ginger one bit. His mind was wandering just like hers—only she’d bet that he wasn’t thinking about her like she was him.

She forced herself to make a mental shopping list for when they went back to Hondo. She needed a dress that she could wear now, but also after the baby came—maybe one of those new little knit numbers that skimmed the knees. She had one suitable outfit for church other than her Easter dress from last week. If she was going to attend every week, she should have at least four so that she wouldn’t wear the same thing all the time. She also wanted to get a cell phone. It didn’t have to be fancy and have all the smart features on it, but it did need to be better than the one that she had to pay to add minutes to.

Then she should probably get a few things for the baby. If she spit up like that little guy did in her last foster home, it would take several gowns or outfits each day. Thank goodness there was a washer and dryer at the Banty House.

That worked for maybe three or four minutes, and then she went right back to thinking about Sloan. He sat so close to her that light couldn’t make its way between their bodies. He’d dressed in starched jeans, a blue plaid shirt the color of his eyes, and tan cowboy boots that morning. Ginger had visions of women gathering around him like flies on an open sugar bowl as soon as services were over.

Did other people have wandering thoughts like she did? She glanced to her left, where Kate sat at the end of the pew. Was she thinking about loving her neighbor, or was she figuring out how to make adjustments to her recipe for blackberry moonshine? Connie was next in the lineup. While Ginger was watching, she removed a tissue from her purse and dusted the tops of the hymnals. Betsy’s expression left no doubt that she wasn’t hearing a word the preacher was saying, and Ginger would have bet dollars to doughnuts that she was devising a new way to make her pizza as good as what they’d eat after church.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Sloan whispered softly in her ear.

“It would take more than that to get me to talk, especially in church,” she answered.

He smiled and put his arm around her on the back of the pew and let his hand fall onto her shoulder.

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