You had enough to deal with being a pastor’s kid. So meeting that one person who could ruin everything you’d built was not on your list. Until you met, Him.

Hobie Brown. At a gathering of the churches in your city, you’d met the son of the pastor your father despises. You’d been warned that him and his family were no good, you understood. But man was he hard to resist.

“What’s on your mind, doll face?” He walked to you and followed you to parking lot of your church.