“Isaac!” Pastor Bram hollered up the stairs, his booming voice bringing my thoughts back from the path leading to darkness.
Footsteps sounded from the second floor, heavier as they approached the landing above us.
“Gird your loins,” Pastor Bram quietly stated, his own face frowning with trouble. “I warned him to behave, but he’s been his usual moody self since getting home from school. Perhaps it’s best if I leave you to it.”
I nodded, trusting his judgement.
Pastor Bram clasped my shoulder and moved toward the kitchen behind me, and I put on a casual, unintimidating smile.
Seventeen-year-old Isaac, the troubled senior in high school.
The pastor’s son who wore old black Vans and jeans with enough holes to act as an air conditioner.
He’d inherited his mother’s dark hair, I noted as he descended the stairs farther. His smooth jawline and pouty lips in profile made my groin tighten.
Lord, help me…
My lungs stalled out, smile fading as Isaac reached the first floor and turned to greet me.
Our gazes met and held—and I froze, unable to tear my focus off the depths of his hazel eyes similar to his dad’s. Except these were pained and filled with wisdom for one so young.
He had the same pale, smooth skin of his Korean mother.
A temptation to my baser instincts, the lure of sin I fought on a daily basis.
“So you’re my dad’s answer to prayer.” He stuck out his hand, continuing to hold my stare. The huskiness in his voice, his sarcastic tone attempted to bring life to my neglected dick.
“I’m just a man like any other,” I managed to choke out while clasping his hand. Fire raced across my palm and up my arm—ten times more attraction than any I’d felt for anyone in my twenty-six years.
Isaac took a quick glance down over my body before returning my steady gaze. “Just a man, my ass.” His quiet murmur barely reached my ears, but his eyes stated a hell of a lot more—and heated me clear through to the marrow.
I yanked my hand away from his as though he’d scorched my flesh, bone-deep.
God, what trouble have you brought me into?
His unlit path hadn’t guided me to a new beginning, a home of hope like I’d asked Him for.
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of hot romance books. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.