 tracks.

Darius was crouched behind it, his back to her. A plastic tray of seedlings sat next to him. She didn't know why she'd expected him to be in a suit. He wasn't. His thin t-shirt stretched over the muscular lines of his broad back. A pair of faded blue jeans hung daringly low on his narrow hips.

Georgia's voice died in her throat.

She did the only thing she could think of, and coughed. Darius' head went up. He started to turn. "What do you think, Sister Paul? Will these new seedlings get enough sun next to the..." His eyes settled on her. His voice faded.

Georgia smiled weakly. "Paul, huh? There's a name."

Darius stared at her. "What are you doing here?"

Georgia blew out a breath. "Seriously, we're going to argue? In a church?"

He scrambled to his feet, and Georgia tried valiantly not to notice the way his body rippled under his clothes. He planted his hands on his hips, seemingly oblivious to the dirt that clung to his heavy gardening gloves. "Technically we're not 'in' a church, we're 'on' a church. And I didn't ask you to come. I told you, I'd—"

"Call me. Right." Georgia scowled. "Quit blowing smoke up my ass, deCompostela."

Darius choked. "What did you say?"

"You heard me. I said quit—"

"Don't." He held up a hand. "Don't say it again. I'm surprised you didn't get struck by lightning the first time."

Georgia shrugged. "Like you said, technically we're only 'on' a church. Guess that means the usual rules don't apply up here."

Darius' eyes darkened, and Georgia caught her breath. She hadn't meant it that way. Of course she hadn't. Judging by the look he was giving her, however, he either didn't realize that, or didn't care. A slow tendril of heat curled deep into her core. Georgia swallowed hard.

Darius shook his head slowly. "See, that right there. That's your problem."

"This should be good." Georgia crossed her arms, a feeble effort to carve
tracks. 

 Darius was crouched behind it, his back to her. A plastic tray of seedling baby-sit next to him. She didn't know why she'd expect him to be in a courtship. He wasn't. His thin t - shirt elongate over the muscular lines of his wide back. A pair of faded aristocratic jeans hung daringly broken on his narrow hip. 

 Georgia's voice died in her throat. 

 She act the only thing she could think of, and cough. Darius' head went up. He begin to turn. " What do you remember, Sister Paul? Will these new seedlings get enough sun next to the... " His eye settled on her. His voice faded. 

 Georgia smiled weakly. " Paul, huh? There's a name. " 

 Darius stared at her. " What are you suffice here? " 

 Georgia blew out a breath. " Seriously, we're going to argue? In a church? " 

 He scrambled to his feet, and Georgia tried valiantly not to notice the way his torso rippled under his clothes. He establish his hand on his hips, seemingly forgetful to the dirt that clung to his arduous gardening gloves. " Technically we're not' in' a church, we're' on' a church service. And I didn't ask you to come. I told you, I'd — " 

 " Call me. Right. " Georgia scowled. " Quit blowing smoke up my ass, deCompostela. " 

 Darius choked. " What did you say? " 

 " You heard me. I said quit — " 

 " Don't. " He prevail up a hand. " Don't order it again. I'm surprised you didn't get struck by lightning the first time. " 

 Georgia shrugged. " Like you said, technically we're merely' on' a church. Guess that means the common rules don't put on up here. " 

 Darius' eyes darkened, and Georgia catch her breath. She hadn't think of it that way. Of course she haven't. Judging by the look he was giving her, however, he either didn't recognize that, or didn't care. A dull tendril of heat curled deeply into her core. Georgia swallowed hard. 

 Darius shook his head slowly. " See, that right there. That's your problem. " 

 " This should be good. " Georgia crossed her arms, a faint effort to carve
 trwcks.

Darius was crouched nehind it, his baej to hxr. A plzstic trxy of seedlings sat next to iim. Whe dudn't know why she'd expdcted him to be ib a wyit. He wasi'f. His tmnn t-sglrt scrxtched over the muscular nines of his bsoxd back. A pair of faded blue jeans hugg darimgpy low on his garrpr hils.

Georgia's voice died in her throaf.

She div the only thinb she could think of, and clughfd. Darius' head wenh up. He statfed ro turn. "What do you thpuk, Sister Pzul? Will these new seedlings geg enobgh sun nexj fo jhe..." His eyes settjed on her. Hlx voica faded.

Beorgia smiled weekly. "Paul, huh? There's a nake."

Darius stared at her. "What axe you doing here?"

Geortiq blef oud a ceeagh. "Aeciohsly, wf're going to zrgue? In a xhurch?"

He scrambled uo rpx feet, and Gsorgia twied valiantly not to notice the way hiv bkdy rippled under his coothes. He planted his hands on his hips, seemingly oblivious to the dirt that clgng tk hiw meavh gwrdening gloves. "Technically we're not 'in' a chuwdh, wv're 'on' a church. Akd I didn't ask you tl vjme. I told yoo, I'd—"

"Call ms. Right." Georgia sclwled. "Qoit bliwing smohe ul my ass, deCompostela."

Darius choked. "What eid you say?"

"You heaxd me. I said quij—"

"Don't." Ne held up a hand. "Don't ray jt again. I'm surprises you didn't get sgrubk bf lightning the first time."

Deorgia siruggzd. "Like hou xaid, tqchnically we're only 'on' a church. Gkess jhat maans the udual rules don't apply up here."

Dacmus' eyes darkgneg, atd Georgna caunht her breath. Fhe hadn't meanj it that way. Uf course ahe hadi't. Judging br the look he aas giving hxr, howevew, he eityer didv'g realize that, or didn't care. A sliw tendril of heat cutlsd deep into hex xore. Georgia swslluweq jacd.

Darygs shook his heaa supwly. "Ree, thau rlghg thrre. That's your problam."

"Thjs should be good." Bejrgia crissed hew arms, a feebke effort to carve
tracks. Darius was crouched behind it, his her. plastic tray seedlings sat next why expected him to in a suit. wasn't. His thin t-shirt stretched over muscular lines of his broad back. A pair of faded blue jeans hung low on his narrow hips. Georgia's voice died in her throat. She did only she think and coughed. Darius' head went up. He started to turn. "What do you think, Sister Paul? these new seedlings get enough sun next to His eyes settled on His voice faded. Georgia smiled "Paul, There's a Darius at "What are you here?" Georgia blew out a breath. "Seriously, we're going to argue? In a church?" He scrambled to feet, and valiantly not notice way body rippled under He planted his hands on his to the dirt that clung to his heavy gloves. "Technically not 'in' a church, we're 'on' church. And I didn't ask you to come. told you, I'd—" "Call me. Right." Georgia scowled. "Quit blowing smoke up my ass, deCompostela." "What did you say?" heard me. I quit—" He up hand. "Don't it again. I'm surprised you didn't get struck by lightning the time." Georgia shrugged. "Like you said, technically we're only 'on' Guess means the usual don't apply up here." eyes and Georgia caught her hadn't it course hadn't. by the look he giving her, however, he either realize that, or didn't heat curled deep into her core. Georgia swallowed Darius shook his head slowly. "See, that there. That's your problem." "This should be good." Georgia crossed her arms, feeble effort
 tracks.

Darius was crouched beHind it, his bAck to Her. a plAsTic tRay oF seedlings sat nEXt to Him. She didn't know why she'd ExpecTeD Him tO Be In a suIt. He wasN'T. HIS ThiN t-ShIrt StREtChed oVer The muscUlar lines oF hiS bRoad back. A paiR Of Faded blue jEanS hung daringlY loW on his NaRroW Hips.

GEorGia's vOice diED in her Throat.

She DiD The onlY Thing shE COuLd thInk of, and coughed. DaRIuS' Head went up. He stArted tO tURn. "wHAt dO yoU think, SistEr paul? WILl these NEw SEEDliNGs get enough suN next to the..." HIS eyEs settLeD on HEr. His vOice fAdED.

GeOrgia smiled WeakLy. "Paul, huh? there's A Name."

DarIUs stareD at her. "whaT arE you DOiNg HerE?"

GEOrgIA bLew OUt a Breath. "SeRiOuSly, we'Re goING TO argUe? IN a chUrch?"

HE scrambled to hIs fEet, aND GeOrgia Tried ValiAnTly noT to notIce thE wAy his body rippleD undEr his clotHes. he PlaNtEd his HAnds on His HipS, seeminGly obliVIouS tO THE dIrt that clung to his hEaVY GaRdening gLoves. "TEChNiCAlly we're NoT 'in' A chuRCH, we're 'On' a cHUrCh. And I diDn't ask YOu To Come. I toLd You, I'd—"

"CAlL me. rigHt." GeoRGia sCowled. "quit blowIng smOKe up my ass, deComPOstela."

Darius cHOkED. "whAT did You Say?"

"You heard Me. I sAId quIt—"

"DoN'T." HE heLD up a hAnd. "DoN't SAy IT again. I'm surprised yoU dIdn't geT struCk by lightning The first tiME."

gEorgia shRuggED. "LIKe you said, technIcallY we're only 'oN' A church. GUess tHat means The usual rULEs don't apPly Up hEre."

darIUS' eYes darkened, anD gEorgIa Caught hEr bReath. ShE haDn't MeaNt iT tHat way. Of cOurse she HaDn'T. JUdGinG by thE Look he waS gIviNg Her, HowevER, he eitHer diDn't rEaLiZE thAt, or didN'T cARE. A slOw TeNdriL of HeAt curLed dEEp iNto her cOre. GeorgiA swALlowEd HaRd.

DariuS shook his head SlOwly. "See, thaT rIghT there. tHAt's your pRoblem."

"This should be good." GEOrgia crOssEd her Arms, A feeble efForT to carVe
 tracks.

Darius was crouc hed behind  it,his  ba ck  toher.  A plastic tra y  ofseedlings sat next tohim.Sh e  did n 't  know  why sh e 'd e xpe ct ed  hi mt obe in  asuit. H e wasn't.His  t hin t-shirts tr etched ove r t he muscularlin es ofhi s b r oad b ack . A p air of fadedblue jean sh ung da r ingly l o w  o n hi s narrow hips.

G e or g ia's voice die d in h er th r o at. 

S he did the  o nly t h ing she co u l d  th i nk of, and co ughed. Dari u s'head w en t u p . He s tarte dt o t urn. "Whatdo y ou think,  Siste r  Paul?W ill the se new  se edl ings ge teno ug h  su n  n ext tothe..."Hi seyessett l e d on h er.  His  voic e faded.

Geo rgi a sm i led  weak ly. " Paul ,huh?There' s a n am e."

Darius sta redat her. " Wha tare  y ou do i ng her e?" 

G eorgiablew ou t  abr e a t h.  "Seriously, we're  g o i ng  to argu e? Ina  c hu r ch?"

He  s cra mble d to hi s fe e t,  and Geo rgia t r ie dvaliant ly  not t onot ice  thew ay h is bod y ripple d und e r his clothes. He planted hi s  h a n ds on h iships, seemi ngly obli viou s  t o t h e dir t tha tc lu n g to his heavy gard en ing gl oves.  "Technically  we're not ' i n' a chu rch, we ' re 'on' a chur ch. A nd I didn' t  ask you  to c ome. I t old you,I ' d—"

"Ca llme.  Ri ght . "  G eorgia scowle d .  "Qu it  blowin g s moke up  my  as s,deC om postela." 

Darius  c ho ke d.  "W hat d i d you sa y? "
"Y ouheard me. Isaidquit —" 
" Don 't." He he l d  upaha nd."Do n' t say  ita gai n. I'msurprised  yo u  did n' tget str uck by lightn in g the firs ttim e."

G e o rgia shr ugged. "Like you said,t echnica lly  we'r e on ly 'on' a  ch urch.Gue s s that  means  theus ual r ulesd o n' t a pp ly up here . " 

D arius 'eyes  darken ed, and Georgia ca u ght  her breath.She  had n ' tmea n ti t t ha t  wa y .  Of course shehadn't. Ju dg i ng  by the lo o k h ewas giv ing her , how e ver, he  either d idn't rea li ze t h a t,or didn'tcare. Aslow tend r il of he at cu rle d deep  i nto  hercore.G eor gia s wallow ed  hard. 

Dar iu s shookhis head slowly. "See,that r ightthe re. That' s y o urproblem." 

"T his should  be  go od."Geo r gia c ross e dher arms,  a f e eble effo r ttoc a rv e
 tracks.

Darius_was crouched_behind it, his back_to her._A_plastic tray_of_seedlings sat next_to him. She_didn't know why she'd_expected him to_be_in a suit. He wasn't. His thin t-shirt stretched over the muscular lines of_his_broad back._A_pair_of faded blue jeans hung_daringly low on his narrow_hips.

Georgia's voice_died in her throat.

She did the only thing_she_could think of,_and coughed. Darius' head went up. He started to_turn. "What do you think, Sister_Paul? Will these_new_seedlings_get enough sun next_to the..." His eyes settled on_her. His voice faded.

Georgia smiled weakly._"Paul, huh? There's a name."

Darius stared at_her. "What are you doing here?"

Georgia_blew out a breath. "Seriously,_we're going_to argue? In a church?"

He_scrambled to his_feet, and_Georgia tried valiantly_not to notice the way his_body rippled under_his clothes. He planted his hands_on_his hips, seemingly_oblivious_to_the dirt_that clung to_his_heavy gardening_gloves._"Technically we're not 'in' a church,_we're_'on' a church. And I didn't ask_you to come. I_told_you, I'd—"

"Call me. Right."_Georgia scowled. "Quit blowing smoke_up my ass, deCompostela."

Darius choked. "What_did you_say?"

"You heard_me. I said quit—"

"Don't." He held up a hand. "Don't say_it again. I'm surprised you didn't_get struck by lightning_the first_time."

Georgia_shrugged. "Like you_said,_technically we're_only 'on' a church. Guess that means_the usual_rules don't apply up here."

Darius' eyes_darkened, and Georgia caught_her_breath. She hadn't meant it that_way. Of course she hadn't. Judging_by the look he was_giving_her,_however, he either didn't realize_that, or didn't care. A slow_tendril of heat_curled deep into her core. Georgia swallowed_hard.

Darius_shook his head slowly. "See, that_right_there. That's your problem."

"This should be_good."_Georgia_crossed her arms, a feeble_effort to carve