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HYACINTH
I should have been listening to the minister's sermon, as he was a rather good speaker. The morning's topic of forgiveness was something I could have wholeheartedly used, but my mind was directed elsewhere. God couldn't really blame me, for Jackson Reed sat in the pew in front of me. Because of his large size, I couldn't see the minister without leaning to my left and clonking heads with Marigold. I could just close my eyes and let the word of God flow through me, but instead took the opportunity that God was affording me to look my fill at the man who'd first caught my attention the minute he first stepped onto our ranch.
I couldn't sit at any other time and shamelessly stare at Jackson, especially from so close a distance, for then not only he would know, but so would my si
