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261 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2018
Finn was very attractive, in a boyish way. Delicious. What was she thinking? Finn wasn’t her type. It wasn’t that she didn’t find butch women attractive, but just that normally their energies didn’t mix. She was too much of a femme top for most butches.
“I’m gay and an atheist. You wouldn’t want me [to attend church].”
Instead of provoking surprise or anger, which was Finn’s intention, Bridget gave her a wink and a quick reply. “So am I—gay, that is—and we can work on the atheist bit.”
She’s gay? Axedale had a gay female vicar in heels and a biker jacket? Had she walked into the twilight zone?
Finn then slammed the door in Bridge’s face.
“You are an illusion of your own making…I think you are hiding behind that dog collar, and all the other mumbo jumbo you preach. You’re hiding a part of yourself, a part that will never quite let you go.”
“Stop running away from what you feel. That’s what you’ve been preaching to me all this time. I have to face what I’ve lost, and you have to face who you are.
“I don’t have anyone to take care of any more”
Bridge turned her around and cupped her face. “Maybe you need someone to take care of you for once in your life.”
God made us to love one another, not to hate.
Faith, hope, and love are all that matters.