"I have a better idea," I say. "Why don't you let us take you out for lunch?"

"Oh, that sounds lovely," she says, glancing up, "I look forward to it. Don't look now, Sweetheart, but here comes Patrick."

I look up just in time to see the bank guy heading this way.

"Hi. Good morning," he says, taking the seat next to Loren.

"Good morning," we all say in unison.

"Hi, Sharon. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine, thank you."

"I haven't seen you come by the bank. Is everything going okay with your accounts?"

"Yes. Everything's great. I just haven't needed to stop by."

"Well, if you have any questions, make sure to ask for me when you call."

"I will. Thank you."

"Okay," Patrick says, standing up, "I just started playing bass on the praise and worship team, so I’ve got to get up there to set up, but maybe we can talk after service."

Does this guy not see that I'm sitting right here? I'm waiting for Sharon to give him an answer. Is she considering it?

"I came with Jon and his little brother, so I can't stay long."

"Oh, that's okay," he says, "I can take you home."

"Actually, Pat..." I begin.

"It's Patrick," he corrects me.

"Patrick," I say through gritted teeth, "Sharon and I are taking Loren to lunch after service."

"Maybe another time," Sharon says.

"Oh, sure," Patrick smiles. "That would be great. Okay, well, it was nice seeing you."

"Likewise," Sharon says.

"See you later," he says before heading to the front of the church.

As soon as Patrick walks away, Sharon turns to me.

"Did you have to be so rude?"

"I wasn't rude," I say in my defense. "Maybe a little assertive, but not rude."

"I'll be right back," Sharon says. "I'm going to the ladies' room."

"Was I rude?" I ask Loren when Sharon walks away.

"You're jealous."

"I am," I admit.

"Does she know how you feel?"