Chapter 12Therefore I would that ye should be perfect even as I, or your Father who is in heaven is perfect.
—The Book of Mormon, 3 Nephi 12:48
Freddie
“Fellin’ like a felon,” I say, just after Jamie buzzes straight through a chunk of the dry, bug-eaten remains of a tree I once loved.
“I think that one should have stayed in your head,” Jamie laughs, nodding to the next limb destined for firewood.
The sky is striped in thin sheets of clouds, but the summer sun shines bright and hot. Jamie wipes a drop of sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt.
“Aw, you’re just pulling my chain.” I couldn’t resist.
He revs up the chainsaw, jaw set as if he wouldn’t think twice about turning this tool against me.
Sexy.
So. Incredibly. Sexy.
But this is all business. We’re just here to get
