Chapter 23

Jefferson greeted Ewan with a warm smile and a firm handshake. His greeting for Micah was equally polite, but he thought Jefferson held on to his hand for just a moment too long. Like Jefferson didn’t quite want to let him go.

As Reverend Deem stepped out to the pulpit, they took their seats in the pew. Micah leaned towards Jefferson, ducking his head and lowering his voice in order not to be overheard by the others.

“It’s lovely enough by daylight, but I think I prefer our church quite a bit more,” he whispered.

“I do, as well.” Jefferson’s mouth was near his ear, and he felt the warm words against his skin. “It won’t be the same for me when you return to Boston.”