CHAPTER 25
IF GREG HAD BEEN WORRIED about Katrina spending hours tonight at the church, he refused to show it. She’d been in the dining room for ten minutes before he emerged from his office.
“What are you doing, Mouse? I thought you were practicing.”
She kept her back to him and glanced over her shoulder. “Just cleaning up after dinner.”
“Everything ok?” There was a hint of concern in his voice that might have been endearing if he’d come out and asked that question as soon as she walked in the door.
After Miles left, she decided to tell her husband everything. About the music, about his strange visit. But during the minute and a half it took to walk from the pulpit to the back door to the parsonage, she’d lost all her resolve. First of all, there was nothing about the musical encount
