apologizing."
They both stopped what they were
doing and looked up at each other.
Paige's breath caught in her throat.
First, because of the tremendously
handsome face looking back at her.
Second, because she realized he had
to be the new youth minister.
Suddenly , she felt mortified. "Please
don’t tell me . . . you’re Nathan
Price, our new . . . youth minister."
He gave her a brilliant smile and
chuckled. "Okay, I won't tell you."
She couldn’t help smiling.
"I’m truly sorry."
"It’s okay . . . really. I’ve got some
extra clothes in the rectory. I’ll run
and change." He gave her another
knee-melting smile and turned to
walk away. Looking back over his
shoulder, he added, "Sorry about
your salad.”
Paige made her way the back of the
church. Searching the crowd which
had gathered for the cookout, she
spotted Tara over by the food tables.
Tara handed her a paper plate as
soon as she made it to her side.
"Where's the salad? I was looking
forward to it.”
Suddenly, she felt
mortified. "Please
don’t tell me . . .
you’re Nathan
Price, our new . . .
youth minister."
He gave her a
brilliant smile and
chuckled.
"Okay, I won't tell
you."
Paige rolled her eyes. "Don't ask."
Tara gave her a questioning look,
shrugged her shoulders and moved
on to finish filling her plate. Paige
decided to do the same. She then
walked to the large oak tree and sat
down at its base. Concentrating on
her food, she didn’t realize she had
company until he spoke.
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