Page 139 of Sin With Me

“Oh, good Lord,” Eve groans, her head falling back. Oli cackles and shoves Eve playfully as the door opens again, this time much quieter.

A laugh bubbles up my throat, spilling from my lips before I can choke it back, and I quickly cover my mouth with my fist, pretending to cough. Eve’s nose wrinkles in distaste at my reaction, but she also doesn’t pay the newcomer any attention.

In fact, I’m pretty sure she’s looking anywhere but at him. Her eyes hit the rafters, the old floor, the cookies, her fingernails, which she then chews on.

Weird.

The guy practically skips into the church when he clocks her. I do a double take, my lips tipping up when I recognize him. Shit. What’s his name? He’s a few years younger than me, right around Eve’s age. He looks the same as he did growing up, gangly and awkward, with grease-slicked brown hair and a shirt buttoned up all the way to his chin, despite the heat.

He was a nice enough guy, but weird as shit.

What was his name again? Something with a K. Kyle? Keith?

He abruptly stops, his gaze on Eve as she continues to do everything she can to ignore him. I flick my eyes between them, my elbows braced on my knees.

“Eve?” he starts, his voice barely above a whisper.

She looks like she’s praying for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. Quickly, she snags the trash back from Oli, busying her hands, and whirls on the kid. There’s none of the genuine southern kindness in her expression when she looks at him, her smile one-hundred-percent forced.

“Hi, Kevin.” Kevin! Fuck, there it is. I chuckle to myself. He looks like a Kevin. “I didn’t see you there.”

My lip twitches. She’s a shit liar.

He blushes, adjusting what I’m assuming is a stifling collar, before waving her away. “It’s no big deal. Umm, I was wondering if we could talk.”

Eve chokes on her tongue, her eyes gaping. “T-ta-talk?” she stutters, and I find myself practically falling off the pew as I lean in to get closer. This shit is better than those fucking reality shows Chase makes me watch. “Talk about what?”

Kevin’s face is bright red now, and he’s starting to sweat.

Come on, kid. You can do it. Spit it out.

“I—” He bites his lip. “I—”

Oli steps up, her hands full, and places herself between them. “Hey, Kev,” she starts, an innocent look on her face. “Did you hear that one about Adam and Eve?”

The kid side-steps Olive, but she jumps in his way. He does it again, moving to the left to try to get Eve’s attention, but Oli blocks him again. They do this dance four times before he finally stops and sighs.

“What are you talking about?” he mutters, sounding petulant as fuck.

Oli’s shoulders shake with silent laughter. “They were the first people to not read the Apple terms and conditions.”

My eyes burn with the force of keeping my laughter in, but Eve isn’t nearly as successful. She turns her back and cackles into the drinks, her arms still holding the trash.

Kevin doesn’t laugh, doesn’t even smirk. And to be honest, I’m pretty sure that one went straight over his head.

Before he can respond, Isaac calls out, ending the chaotic conversation. “Ah, Kevin. How are you, son?”

My smile drops at that and I lean back, popping my neck side to side.

Such a fucking prick.

“Preacher Payne,” Kevin gasps, his head snapping to the side. He takes five rapid steps away from the girls and straightens his glasses. “I’m excellent, sir. Thank you.” He flicks his gaze back to Eve.

“I’ll be back,” he quietly mutters.

Olive chuckles. “That’s what Jesus said.”

Eve groans. “Lord help me.”

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