Reverend Thomas announced as he stepped down from the podium after his sermon. “Not that I think any of you will.” Chuckling, he walked up the aisle toward the door. “Some people will do any kind of work to chow down at one of Joe’s barbecue feasts.” Nate laughed along with the rest of the congregation as they all stood to leave the church. Although he didn’t think any cook in the San Luis Valley could compete with Angela, he did agree that Joe ranked right near Pam Williams as second best. Remembering his discussion with Susanna while they were out on the trail, he leaned against her lightly in the pew. “Maybe you’ll fix one of your family recipes.” He gave her his most charming grin and wiggled his eyebrows. “I seem to recall your bragging about them.” “Nate Northam.” She sniffed with artificial haughtiness. “I never did any such thing.” Her pretty face creased into a cute, teasing smirk.
