Читать книгу Shatter the Bones - Stuart MacBride - Страница 17

‘You sure you want to go through with this?’ Samantha squeezed his hand.

Logan swallowed, blinked, cranked his smile up a notch. ‘Yes. It’s fine. Really. I want to do this.’ He ran a finger around the inside of his shirt collar. ‘Just a bit … you know.’

‘You’re … not just doing this for me, are you?’

Of course he was. Well, maybe. A bit anyway.

The Church was bathed in sunlight, the walls glowing with bright colours, a bunch of flowers in a vase perfuming the air.

‘No. I really want to do this.’

‘Only, if you want to back out, I’ll understand.’ She looked away. ‘Because, you’ve got to commit to this for the rest of your life…’

A shadow fell across them, and Logan looked up to see a large bald man beaming at him through a Grizzly Adams beard, a dog collar just visible through all that hair. ‘Are we ready?’

Sam squeezed Logan’s hand again. ‘Last minute nerves.’

The big man nodded. ‘I understand. It’s a big step, but I’m here to make it as easy as possible.’ He patted Logan on the shoulder. ‘Shall we?’

Deep breath. Glance at Samantha – smiling with her brows all furrowed, the silver ring in her nose sparking in the sunlight. Back to the Reverend. Nod.

‘Excellent.’ The big man steepled his fingers. ‘So if you’ll just take off your shirt and climb in the chair, we’ll get started. Won’t hurt a bit.’