God was going to strike him down for walking into church with a hard-on, but after two days of not seeing Vince, David couldn’t take his eyes off how sleek and sexy he looked in his tailored black suit. His normally unruly hair had been tamed into place, and the hard set of his jaw drew attention to his sensual mouth. He’d nodded at David in greeting when he’d come down with Kate, but even though David sat in the front with him on the ride to the church, he had yet to utter a word.
David decided that was okay. He was content being in Vince’s company and stealing glances. He felt like he’d been starved of the man. He would take what he could.
The church was packed with people he didn’t recognize and oddly enough, a few he did. The band he’d jammed with at the Moulin Rouge sat in the back
