“I’ve started attending a Jehovah’s Witness group.”
“What?” His chest grew tight. “Why?”
Sam shrugged. “You got me sort of interested in God, and these guys who live next door invited me round, got me reading their bible, their magazine. It makes a lot of sense.”
No, this didn’t. How could his brother, whom he thought was this close to getting saved, suddenly do a backflip and start seeking law? They didn’t even believe in Jesus as God’s Son, did they?
Sam was looking at him in concern. “You don’t seem too happy. What’s the problem?”
Dan sighed.Lord, help me with this. “Uh, I really want to talk to you about this, but right now I need to check on Sarah. Give me a moment?”
Dan walked off, trying to release the tension, hoping he could talk some sense to his brother. JWs? Unbelievable.God, what are you doing?
Again he felt that strange sense, like God was talking to him:Rest in Me.
Dan hauled in a breath, tried to be still, but the questions swirling around his heart refused peace. He entered the house. “Sar?”
No sound.
He hurried up the stairs. “Sar bear?” She didn’t like that name, did she? “Princess?”
He opened the door, then halted. She was asleep on the bed. “Sar?” He stole over to her. “I’m back.” He pressed a kiss to her neck.
She shrieked, jerked, then slammed her head back, catching his nose.
“Ow!” What a welcome.
“Oh my gosh, Dan! What are you doing?”
He rubbed his nose. “I was saying hello to my wife.”
She exhaled, her fingers splayed across her chest. “My heart is thumping so fast.”
“I startled you. Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan to fall asleep.” She yawned.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, yes. I just dozed off. Anyway, how are you? How did it go?” She shifted to hug him. “I’m so glad to see you.”
The ache in his nose faded as he kissed her properly. Then her response made him realize they were in bed, and were married, and being away at the camp had felt a lot longer than three days, and—
“Ugh! Gross. Shut the door next time,” Sam called, before a thud suggested he’d done exactly that.
Sarah looped her hands around Dan’s neck. “Do you think he’ll stay away long enough?”
“Long enough for what?”
“For a proper hello,” she purred.
He kissed her, then scampered off the bed and locked the door. “He will now.”
She laughed. “Good.”
CHAPTER12
Dinner that night was a funny affair, Dan and Boyd trying to conduct something of a camp debrief, while they all tiptoed around the bombshell that Sam had announced that he was attending a Jehovah’s Witness study. Boyd had tried to argue, to no avail. Sarah had murmured to Dan to “just love him,” but she wasn’t sure if that was enough. He’d been so excited when his little brother had accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior and started following Him, so to see him veer from the path as he had was concerning.
