Chapter 28

“Are you ready?”

Josh nodded, pulled open the door, and went in.

Fading afternoon sunlight slanted through the row of windows on one wall. The front of the chapel was lit by two huge wrought-iron candelabra, each one holding at least a dozen burning candles

His mother was sitting in the front pew chatting with a fifty-something man he assumed must be the reverend. She didn’t look angry. In fact, she was wearing what might be called a “coquettish” smile. Really? Maybe he’d get through this without losing any vital organs after all. He cleared his throat to get their attention.

His mother looked up, and the smile vanished. She moved in a blur and was suddenly two inches in front of him, her hands clutching his shoulders. “Are you all right?” Her voice was a taut wire.

“I’m fine, Mom. I got delayed at the house, but I—”

The punch she landed on his upper arm was a good one. Damn. A really good one.