“There you are, Natty,” Seth said, reaching for my arm with an easy charm that now sounded completely hollow.

“We have about ten minutes before the organ starts.”

I stepped back, letting his hand drop into the empty air between us.

“We need to talk about what you put in your gym bag,” I said.

Seth blinked, his smile slipping for a split second before he hooked his thumb into his pocket.

“Natty, don’t do this right now,” Seth said, his voice dropping low and smooth.

“There are seventy people sitting in those pews.”