Chapter 9Three days later, Chase and Baylee arrived at the church. She was shaking so hard he had to hold her up again.
“Cold feet?” he asked gently. She nodded. “It's going to be okay, Bay. I promise. Think of Dylan.”
She squeezed her eyes shut; the only response she could imagine, since her voice seemed to be stuck. Leaving a soothing hand on the center of her back, Chase escorted her into the pastor's office. She met the eyes of the man who had first given her aid when she found herself in a desperate situation. He looks like a pastor. Dignified and tall, though not precisely slim, his dark hair threaded with silver, he exudes a welcoming air of competence. He seems like someone I would hate to disappoint, and yet, when I arrived unmarried, pregnant and desperate, he never cast the fa
