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sanctified, and dehorned because the man she'd slept with didn't appear to be so big on prayers. There was no getting around it, under it, or through it—she'd have to see Griffin six days a week whether she liked it or not. Or she'd have to find a different church, and explaining to her Methodist minister father why she'd changed her faith would be more diffi cult than biting the bullet and staying right there.
       Annie waved at Lizzy the minute the prayer ended. Lizzy's smile covered half her face, her blue eyes danced, and the dimple in her chin deepened. She tugged on her father's arm but he was in conversation with a man to his left.
       Julie grabbed Annie's hand, moved toward the front door, and every few seconds glanced over her shoulder to see if he was looking her way. She shook the preacher's hand and told him she'd enjoyed the sermon and was out the door long before Griffin ever finished his conversation.
       "Momma I want to go to Sunday school next week so I can play with Lizzy, and maybe I can sit with her next week and ain't that wonderful?" Annie prattled on without coming up for air. "Can we Momma please sit with her and her daddy next Sunday? I can't wait to see her in school and tell her we can sit together in church and maybe we'll be together in the Sunday school." Annie bounced in the pickup seat.
       Julie put her off with a wave of her hand and let her keep right on chattering about Lizzy.

    Griffin kept talking, blocking Lizzy's way into the aisle with his tall, strong body and his back to Julie. Finally, he stopped talking and looked down at Lizzy, who was fidgeting.
       "Daddy she was here right here behind me in the church with me, and Miss Julie was there and she has red hair and when I go to school I'm going to tell her to come to Sunday school next week and we can sit together in church." Lizzy talked nonstop all the way to the church doors.
       "What are you talking about?" Griffin asked. The hair on his neck stood up and itched. His pulse picked up speed just thinking about the new teacher. Why in the devil did she show up at his church?
       "I'm talkin' about Annie! She was behind us. I turned around in the seat and she looked at me and she smiled and hurry Daddy she's getting in that blue truck with her momma and maybe we can take them home with us for dinner today." Lizzy talked fast and furious, gesturing toward the truck the whole time.
       Griffin looked up in time to see the schoolteacher helping her daughter into an older model Ford truck. The sun bounced off the white streak in Annie's hair. Julie looked beautiful in her Sunday dress and sandals with the sun throwing highlights in her hair. He had a strange notion that involved running his hands through her hair, maybe even tilting that pert little chin back for a kiss. He shook his head violently to erase the image. He didn't know that woman and couldn't even figure out what game she had up her sleeve. Kissing her was out of the question. Besides, Rachel would go up in flames.
       The preacher called out to him, "Griffin, I didn't know you had relatives in the area. That child has to be a Luckadeau. I didn't know they were your relatives until they were already gone. I'd have visited a little longer."
       "Don't worry about it," Griffin said. It was a lot easier said than done. He'd spent a whole week worrying about it.
       "Relatives? Does that mean kinfolks like Jane and Slade and Milli and Katy Scarlett, does that mean that little girl is my kinfolks?" Lizzy asked on the way to the truck.
       "I'm not sure what it means but we're going home. Nana Rita will have dinner ready and she made banana pudding this morning." Griffin tried to steer the conver sation away from the mystery surrounding the new schoolteacher.
       It didn't work. Lizzy talked non-stop all the way to the ranch about nothing else but Annie Donavan.

    Julie made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for lunch. She'd set