Cody stared at Sarah.“I invited Lucky and Greg here for lunch after church on Sunday.”Cody was amazed. Greg had never been big on church, probably because Aunt Sis had always attended services, insisting they come, too. The old biddy was the hypocrite to end all hypocrites. She’d pray at the top of her lungs, thumping the Bible with a clenched fist, then she’d march them home from church and beat the crap out of them.“You’re sure Greg said he’d come?”Sarah smiled, obviously pleased with herself, nodding. Cody tried to hide his excitement by kissing her cheek. He hadn’t been able to discuss what had happened with Greg the day they released the shark because he hadn’t a clue exactly what had happened.Even now, days later, Cody clung to the memory, reliving the moment, reshaping and redefining it until those four little words were nothing short of a miracle.I owe you one.Once they had both used that expression, but they were casual words tossed out easily. Not anymore.
