Chapter 4

Jacob’s head is down as he walks back to his pew, so he sees the loafer-clad foot when it juts out into the side aisle to trip him up. He’s wondering where Avery is and if he’ll ever see the altar boy again. He’s wishing the boy would serve every day just so he can stare at the altar—Avery has grown cuter the more Jacob thinks of the boy, so by now Avery is almost an Adonis in his mind. Jacob thinks if he ever sees Avery again, he’ll swoon. Then the foot sticks out and Jacob stops an instant before he can step on it. He looks up, thinking it’s that kid he got pissy with earlier, and finds himself staring into those catty eyes that haunted his dreams last night.

“Avery,” he whispers, before he realizes he shouldn’t say the boy’s name. But Avery smiles and Jacob can’t help but smile back. Was he thinking Adonis? Because that Greek god has nothingon this boy.