Click here _________ o _________ CHAPTER 1 “What are you doing here?” Father Madison McDermott asked, shrouded in the dark shadows of the confessional booth. “I just need a second,” Casey pleaded, biting what was left of his nails. The thin barrier between the two wasn’t enough to calm him. At twenty-five, he had a strong, chiseled jaw line, a face that was almost pretty, and eyes the color of grass. Those eyes said something was troubling him to the core. He ran his hand through his dark hair, the color the same rich brown as the rich wood of the booth. “There’s nothing to discuss,” the young father whispered in a deep, low tone. He, too, was equally as young, always poised and in control and very mindful of what he said and how he said it. With his golden hair and bright blue eyes, Father had the women of the cathedral wishing he’d break his vow of celibacy. If they’d known about the tall, lean body beneath his robes, more than a few might’ve been tempted to test the father’s faithfulness.
