He points at me. “Stop. I have an eidetic memory.”
“A what?”
“A photographic memory. It’s nothing.”
“You mean, you’re blessed.”
He groans, as if he’s agonized by my certainty. He gives me a serious expression.
“Morgan. Listen to me carefully. I don’t want you.”
That stabs, but he doesn’t end there.
“I amnotGod’s wonderboy. I am just a guy who remembers things.”
“Humble, too,” I say with heartfelt sincerity. “That’s a nice trait.”
He gawks, then his eyes darken.
“Overalls lookterribleon you.”
I shake my head and return a playful grin.
“Those walls won’t keep me away, Mr. Killborne.”
For a second, I don’t feel so confident, and not because of his jab, but rather, because it’s him. I know what he went through. I’m still his chaos, not his salvation.
I snap out of it and do a spin, then hook my thumbs under the straps like a farmer might. “Besides, you didn’t like me in spandex either. Did you?” I wink.
The intensity of his eyes is breathtaking as he stares, bewildered by my persistence.
“What the hell are you doing? You’re getting married.”
My smile falters. He sees it.
“Marriage mean nothing to you, church girl?”
A whistle sounds and our group begins to circle around a guy with a neon green shirt, brown hair, and freckles. Jack gives me one last look.
“Stay away from me. My life is finally back to where it was. I don’t need you fucking it up.”
He walks to the other side of the group to distance himself from me.
It’s not the way I anticipated this to go, but I won’t back down. Not yet. I know in my heart, God wants me here.
Chapter 38
Jack
Leave it to a religious zealot to make everything about faith.
Found twenty bucks?
Blessed.
Good athlete?
Blessed.
