It was another beautiful evening at sea. A helpless smile formed on her lips, the glass of wine in her hand momentarily forgotten. “Lee Jenkins actually took you aside and said you needed prayer?” Garrett’s smile broke into a grin. “Yeah, it was the oddest thing. I was standing by the rail looking out at the ocean and he appeared by my side and said he had come to pray with me, and that he’d been led by the Almighty to do so.” Mya nodded. Lee Jenkins, who used to be a bully in school and one of Ronald’s ace-boon-coons, was now a minister. “What did you say?” “I told him that I thought Ronald needed his prayers more than I did but he said he was sent to pray with me.” “Did he say why?” Mya asked after a moment. Garrett shrugged. “No, he just said he was told I needed it.” He let out a smooth chuckle. “Maybe someone up there has told him I’m going to have a bad season or something. Or maybe after five years the Cowboys are going to cut me from the team. Hell, I don’t know Mya!
