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said to just give them a call when you want to get some of your things and he’d have an officer meet you on the scene. Riley said anytime would work for her.”
    “Okay, thanks for letting me know.”
    Pastor looked chagrinned then. “I saw I missed a call from you last night.” He winced. “I really hope you weren’t trying to get a hold of me after the tree fell?”
    She rushed to reassure him. “Oh no! That was before. I wanted to talk to you about the books. There are some things not seeming to add up in the accounting for House of Hope.”
    “Oh? What?”
    “Well, to me it looks like some money may be missing somewhere.”
    Pastor Mark’s eyebrows peaked. “That doesn’t sound good.”
    “Is there a time I could come by and we could look at the numbers together? You might know something I don’t with regards to it.”
    “Sure.” Pastor pulled out his phone and consulted his calendar. “How about next week some time? After you have the wedding out of the way? Say Tuesday afternoon about two thirty In the meantime I’ll take a look at the account myself to see if I can find the discrepancy.”
    Dakota smiled, relieved to know she could talk to him about it. “That sounds good.”
    Pastor stayed and prayed with her and visited until Justus stepped back into the room. Pastor Mark stood from where he’d seated himself in the room’s chair.
    Freshly showered and groomed, the sight of Justus, and the sweep of his swimming-pool-blue eyes, stole all the moisture from Dakota’s mouth. “Pastor Mark.” The words rasped and she cleared her throat and started again. “Pastor Mark, this is Justus Teague. He’s a good friend of Reece’s and here for the wedding. Justus, this is our pastor, Mark Rolland.”
    Justus nodded and stepped forward to shake the man’s hand.
    “Well.” Pastor Mark turned back to her after greeting Justus. “I’d better be going. Mrs. Murton is in here too. Got struck by a branch when she was out walking her Pomeranian last night.”
    A surge of sorrow and guilt shot through Dakota at the mention of old Mrs. Murton. But Pastor Mark wouldn’t know that a good deal of the woman’s loneliness was Dakota’s fault. Mrs. Murton wouldn’t know either, for that matter. Dakota forced her lips to form words. “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. Is she going to be alright?”
    Pastor nodded. “Yes, she just cut her arm pretty good, and they wanted to keep an eye on her blood pressure overnight. But her call this morning said it was stabilizing. Anyhow, just say a prayer for her, if you would.”
    “I will. And I’ll stop by to say hello to her on my way out. What room is she in?”
    “Just down the hall in room 307. Thanks for praying. I know she’ll do the same for you.” He lifted a hand of farewell, then paused. “I’m assuming you have all the help you need, and a place to stay?”
    Dakota nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”
    “Good. Well, you just let us know if you need anything, alright? And I’ll be seeing you soon.”
    After she signed discharge papers and received her prescription, Dakota fought her casted arm and booted foot to dress in the same clothes she’d worn the day before, while Justus waited in the hallway. The sleeve of her blouse wouldn’t fit over the cast and she had to tear it to get it on, and the Velcro on the boot snagged her skirt several times before she managed to smooth it into place. Finally she sank down onto her bed to slip on one shoe. Why, oh why had she chosen yesterday to wear the mint shoes, she wondered as she thrust her good foot into one of the high heels and tossed the other shoe into the small bag the hospital had given her.
    Task number one accomplished, she eyed the crutches leaning next to her with some trepidation. Task number two was to get herself to Justus’s car without making too much of a fool of herself.
    But how was she to use the crutches when one of her arms was casted and hurt every time she moved it? “Lots of weight on