Chapter 5
Layne didn’t notice Heaven when she spoke. Her sister had his babe alarm screaming in an octave only dogs heard. And he was a dog. At least, that’s what his ex-girlfriends called him.
Was it his fault that his s*x drive was higher than Mt. Everest? Wasn’t every guy’s?
Okay, maybe not. It didn’t matter at the moment. The gorgeous brunette with the rocking bod needed to face him.
How could a pastor hold her interest? Hadn’t she seen him walk into the church? No. It was impossible, because if she had, she wouldn’t be standing by the pulpit.
If the Fates were on his side, she’d be in his bed before the weekend was over. Wait. He didn’t need fate when he could charm the pants off a Ralph Lauren model—or two—at the same time.
He hoped that with a body like hers, the face would ma
