When I became a pastor, I made a solemn vow to God: I wouldn't touch another woman until I met my destined wife.
For three years, I've had no trouble keeping that promise.
Until my best friend's youngest daughter became my intern.
Mariana is everything I shouldn't crave-free-spirited, unapologetically atheist, and way too young for me. And yet I want her with a fevered obsession, even if it means betraying the trust of my best friend.
Giving in to lust would be a sin of the highest order. Is God testing me?
I know I need to resist her, but every time her eyes twinkle with mischief, every time that teasing smile tugs at her full lips, I forget my devotion to my church. I forget the promises I made to God. I forget everything but the woman who might be my undoing.
