Chapter EightVan sat beside Cora on the bus and watched her in his peripheral vision. Two days had passed since the night at the pub when he’d discovered she was a believer. They’d remained at the table long after the other reporters made their exit. Her confession about struggling with her faith put a crack in his armor, and he shared his own doubts. They explored each other’s background, tentatively at first, then in a torrent as if knowing time was limited. She’d been through a lot and claimed to be mired in confusion and timidity, but he knew differently. Her strength of character and integrity was evident from the glint in her eye and tilt of her head.
A stray lock of her blonde hair had come undone from her upswept hair, and he stifled the desire to tuck it behind her ear. He was fa
