Authors Note: It's so sad to see this come to an end. I do however have thoughts and plans for a sequel to this sequel, so if anyone wants me to write it, just let me know. How am I kidding, you know I'm going to write it anyway, when have I had the chance to write something and not done it. It's the ship that just wont leave me alone. I was going to wait until latter to post this, but, the finale is on tonight, and I wanted to celebrate.

Disclaimer: I own a very tiny car with a bad clutch and two small unruly children, I do not own this.

Chapter 8-Sunday

Grace woke slowly. It was her day off, church didn't start for another three hours and she had the most gorgeous man in the world in her bed. She slowly opened her eyes to look at said man and smiled. It was hard to believe that just last week she was hatching a plan to find out why he had been coming to her church, and now, here he was.

"Good morning gorgeous." He whispered his eyes still closed.

"One of these days I'm going to figure out how you do that." Grace said laughing at him slightly, rolling over to get out of bed. His hand on her stopped her movements. She allowed him to pull her back to him so that he could hold her.

"We finally made it to the bed." She said, nuzzling her neck with his mouth.

"Yeah, we did." They lay in silence for a little while longer, Jane allowing his mouth to wander from her neck to her shoulders and his hands to wander from her waist, up the her breasts and down, lower. She found herself moaning and turned to face him. She still had a few hours yet, it wouldn't matter if they had a little fun first.

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She was in the shower again, well of course. She was a naturally clean person. The thought of her in the shower though, it was always enough to do him in. He couldn't help it, imagining her wet glistening body, her rubbing soap all over it. He smiled. There was nothing stopping him from joining her in the shower now, they were sleeping together.

He entered the bathroom quietly, not bothering to announce his presence and stripped down to nothing. He wanted to try to surprise her in the shower, and slowly snaked his hand inside the shower curtain.

"Took you long enough" Grace said, turning and flashing him a grin of her own. He threw her a devilish look before climbing in the shower behind her.

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"Crap, Patrick, I have to get ready. I have to be at church in less than an hour and I still need to eat." They were back in the bed, obviously both enjoying being with each other more than anything else.

"You don't have to go today, just tell them that you're sick. It worked last week." He pulled her closer, enjoying the feel of her naked back against his front.

"I can't tell them I'm sick again, besides, isn't my singing in church the whole reason we're even here right now?"

"No, this would have happened eventually, it just might have taken a little longer." She struggled against his hold, and he retaliated by tickling her on the tender spot he had discovered last night.

"Oh, stop! Stop!" She called out, kicking her legs. He did stop when one of her feet made contact with his shin.

Taking advantage of his pain, she quickly stood and walked towards her closet. "You could come with me." She said her back to him as she picked out a conservative skirt and shirt. Not that it would matter much, as she would be in the choir robe, but she still liked to look presentable for church.

"That would require me staying for the whole thing. Besides, I know when you sing, I can always listen to you in the shower." She could hear the mischief in his voice.

"You could, or you could come with me. You don't have to like it, or even pay attention, but the older ladies like to try to hook me up with their grandsons, and some of them are pretty attractive, I may just be tempted…" She squealed slightly as a pillow hit her in the back.

"That's black mail Grace, it doesn't become you." He chuckled and got out of bed as well. It was only fair that she would want him to come to church with her, that is after all what started this all.

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Jane found himself nodding off in the back pew of Grace's church. The choir had finished singing a half hour ago, and he was still here. Oh, if he didn't love that woman, he would have been out of here the moment she sang her last note.

Wait, did he just say love? He was wide awake now, trying to think about what he had just been thinking about. He did indeed say, or rather think, that he loved Grace Van Pelt. He wondered how long that had been going on and knew that it had been growing form before that fateful Easter morning when he realized that he was infatuated with her angelic singing voice.

If he hadn't had at least an inkling of love, he never would have shown up here at this church, or kept coming back. He was suddenly anxious for the service to end, not so that he could get out of this stifling church, but so that he could see the woman that he loved.

The preacher finally offered one last prayer signaling the end of the service and Jane was up off his feet, struggling against the masses towards the front where the choir was slowly trickling from behind the staging area having removed their robes.

He stood; bouncing on his heels like a small child, trying to see over the heads of the people coming form the back. Trying to catch sight of the familiar red head.

"Waiting for someone honey?" Asked a voluptuous woman who had just exited.

"Uh, yeah, I am." Jane said, not really paying attention to the woman until she put her arm through his.

"Well, maybe I can help make the wait bearable." He looked down at the woman, shocked at her overly forward manner.

"Back off Louise, he's mine." Jane tuned his head towards the voice, smiling. Noticing belatedly that the woman had let go of his arm.

"Whatever you say honey, I was just trying to make him feel at home." Louise said as she walked off.

"Thank you for that, she was truly a frightening woman." Jane said picking up Grace's hand and placing it in his arm, much as the other woman had. "You know, I think that you have the most beautiful voice." They were walking down the aisle, towards the entrance to the church. "And the most beautiful hair. In fact, there's nothing about you that I would change. I think that I might just l-"

"Well hello Mr. Jane! How kind of you to join us again. Did our lovely Grace entice you to come back with her lovely singing?" Jane cringed at the horrible timing of the pastor, and at the informal way that he addressed his Grace.

"As a matter of fact, she did. What can I saw; she's a very persuasive woman." He kept his voice light, but unconsciously pulled Grace closer to him.

"She can indeed be persuasive. She once managed to convince the organist that she was playing one of the choir songs wrong. Our organist is very set in her ways." The pastor chuckled as if he had told a joke and Jane played along. He really wanted to get out of here.

"Well, we really must get going." Jane told the man, casually walking forward, dismissing him.

"Well, have a nice day." The pastor called after him.

"That wasn't very nice Patrick; the least you could do was talk with him." Grace said, trying to act offended. "But I'll let it slid this time. Oh, and Patrick." Grace stopped as they reached the car, holding both his hands in hers, "I think I love you too."