“I know that. It’s just a term we use in church.”“You know, contrary to your belief, I know a little something about church. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve stepped foot in one.” I shifted my weight to my right side and placed my hand on my hip. “Who do you think I am? Some hopeless woman in need of saving and sanctifying?”Darvin looked apologetically into my eyes. “No. I don’t think that at all.” He paused. “Daphne,” he said, intentionally not placing the word sister before my name. “Thank you for coming tonight. How did you enjoy the service?”What! Did he really think I was able to focus on a service? “It was nice, Darvin.” I released a sigh. “However, I just have one question.”“Shoot.”“Why didn’t you tell me you were a pastor?”He cast his eyes to the floor and then returned my gaze. “Because I didn’t want you to think that I was being nice to you simply because I was a pastor.”“Then why were you nice to me?”I looked around his back and noticed that Michelle was watching us even as she was talking to another churchgoer.
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