Chapter 27

Except thinking of Foster made him think of Jesse. The guilt that had plagued him since Jesse had stormed out returned.

He caught the scent on the slight breeze wafting over the well-trimmed grass. Gideon turned his head to the side of the house, to the shadows that hid his least favorite part of the grounds away from casual scrutiny. Jesse. In the church. He should have known better. It was the one place Jesse could be guaranteed privacy. He knew Gideon hated to go in it, even more so since the events of the housewarming party. Of course he had chosen that as refuge.

A church was only a building. What was important was what it housed. In this case, Gideon didn’t even hesitate to head for it.