The Emerald Triangle by Layla Wolfe

Author:Layla Wolfe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Motorcycle, Romance
Publisher: Layla Wolfe
Published: 2016-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SIMONE

The service was actually quite beautiful.

St. John’s was an old church built by Russians, the interior ceiling made to resemble the ribs of an old timey sailing ship. With tall, lush stained glass lighting up the walls, people crammed into the pews to hear Truman speak into his wireless mic. It was thrilling, knowing I was in love with this dynamic, pious man, and also extremely heart-tugging, knowing I could never talk to him in private ever again—or for another year, if some other way more pious woman didn’t get there first.

“Lord my God, when Your love overflowed into Your creation, I was important to you. I emanate from Your love.”

In between all the sitting down and standing up we had to do, and singing along to the James Taylor-themed songs—or rather, mouthing along, because of course I had to read the hymnal to know the words—I cherished and revered my Truman.

I sat in the back with Lacey and Tabitha—Fannie wouldn’t go near a traditional place of worship—and tolerated the hateful glares of the righteous parishioners. I was sure Lacey and Tabitha knew why I was suddenly interested in religion, but thankfully kept their mouths shut. Lacey was a habitual attendee and even went to some of their extracurricular things, I guess potlucks, prayer meetings and suchlike. I wanted to know everything about it, if this was going to be my only chance to be near Truman.

He talked about the Pharisee and the tax collector. I thought I caught him looking straight at me, especially when he said, “This is a tale wherein two supposedly incompatible people stand before God and find out they are really almost identical. They both desire God’s love and forgiveness. God loves and forgives both of them. Except one is ready to receive that bountiful grace and the other isn’t.”

Lacey and I shared glances. Shit! Did Lacey know what I was thinking? Had he composed this sermon with me in mind? But then, that was a self-righteous thought devoid of humility. I needed to stop thinking like that. She was probably just thinking wow, what a great sermon. She went up front to receive the wafers and wine, which I declined.

Truman and Woody greeted everyone as we filed out of the church. I’d never seen him wearing the long vestments, a purple tapestried scarf called a “stole” draped from his neck. It was both eerie and reassuring at the same time. I suppose “reassuring” if I wanted him to preach to me, and “eerie” if I wanted to fuck his brains out.

And frankly, I was torn between the two.

“Fannie probably told you about Spenser’s barbecue later on,” Tabitha was saying as we waited our turn to say hello to the two priests at the back door.

“What? Yeah, sounds good,” I said vaguely. Truman was telling someone he would “see them later” and that he hoped someone else recovered from an illness. The whole time I was thinking something along the lines of those luminous hazel eyes…those lips…that big juicy cock.

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