“What were you thinking about just now while you were looking out the window?” To his surprise, the question flustered her. “I— wasn’t thinking.” “Then what were you doing?” he asked, his curiosity aroused. A rueful smile touched her inviting lips, and she shot him a sideways look before turning back to the window. “I was . . . talking to God,” she admitted. “Tis a habit I have.” Startled and slightly amused, Royce said, “Really? What did God have to say?” “I think,” she softly replied, “He said, ‘You’re welcome.’ ” “For what?” Royce teased. Lifting her eyes to his, Jenny solemnly replied,
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