“Declan James was the perfect guy.
He was sweet. Charming. Caring. Until he wasn’t.
Fourteen years ago, his actions tore apart my family. He
ruined my sister’s life and nothing was ever the same again. But now, a decade
later, he’s back.
When he walks into my office, asking for my help, I’m
shocked, but nothing prepares me for what I’m about to learn. I see how far
he’s gone to redeem himself and I know that he’s changed. I also know that, as
a priest, he’s more off limits than ever.
If I help him, my family will never forgive me.
If I fall in love with him, I will never forgive myself.”
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had bigger and better things in mind for you, but it’s a step up from rapist
right?” His eyes widen and I cringe. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that.
anti-religion, so I’m not sure he would agree,” he smirks and rubs his
chiselled jawline, giving me a pointed look. “Are you done now?”
admitting I went too far. “Sometimes I say things without thinking.”
shaking, but I hold his gaze, refusing to look away. “You get a free pass today
to say whatever you like to me and then tomorrow you need to start giving me a
chance. Is that fair?”
have so many questions burning inside of me that I’m dying to ask that I sit
forward, and place my hands under my thighs.
everything he says because it hurts too much to believe him. Why should he get
to move on? “Why this?”
back on track. I was at the point where I had nothing to live for, and God
changed that for me. He gave me hope. I had something that was mine. I was
making a difference.”
it’s dirty but only because he’s makes it that way. It’s like he’s taken one of
the purest professions in the world and tainted it.
place. Everything that happened with Cecily really messed me up and then
hearing that she…. His voice trails off like he can’t complete his train of
thought, so I make him, because he doesn’t get to do this. He doesn’t get to
make this about him.
anger fuelling the strength I’m somehow finding within myself to confront him.
This is what I’ve wanted for so long, to be able to face him and show him how
much he hurt me. “How she ended her life after what you did to her and the way
your family dragged her through the mud. Is that what you mean? You can’t even
say it, Declan. Imagine how hard it was for me to live it.”
my sister got to move on? Like my dad moved on by ramming his car into a tree?
You ruined our lives. Why should you get to move on?”
“Well, so long as you’re sorry.”
trying to explain it from my point of view. You asked me why I became a priest.
This is why. Everything that happened is why.”
fair. All you get to do is sit there and take whatever I decide I need to say
to you in order for me to get through this. That’s the only thing you need to
do here. You don’t get to justify what you did, or tell me how much you’ve
changed, because I don’t care. All I care about is being able to be in the same
room as you without feeling like I’m going to be sick. Is that too much to
ask?” “No. No it’s not,” he mumbles. His eyes cast
downward and I laugh. He can’t even look at me.
husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks
he’s a dog…you get the picture).
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