Forbidden Love With The Pastor's Billionaire Son

et she was tying. She glanced up and froze. A man had stepped into the shop, his presence impossi

called from the counter. "Can y

rchids from the shelf and walked toward the front of the shop. The man was stand

the man said. His vo

?" Dorine asked with he

mple and elegant," he rep

"Lilies and eucalyptus. They

orks,"

nearby, couldn't help but notice the way his sharp eyes took everything in. For a moment, hi

," he said, pointing to a

him, surprised. "We d

ght and cheer

?" she asked wi

lied, a hint of amu

ne called her over. "Catherine

d eucalyptus in crisp white paper. She tied a ribbon around the bouquet, then handed

u," he sa

d, her voice quiete

wallet. Dorine raised her hand to stop him. "No n

ightly. "I insist

u are Brandon Hartman, are

nown in Haven's Ridge. The Hartman family ran the largest church

ted before ans

iciated my husband's funeral years ago

then nodded. "I

a moment before he turned and walked to the door. The bell

ed him go, her

at?" Dorine said, b

ine asked, sti

e," Dorine said, laughing softly.

lsewhere. She could still hear the sound of Brando

," she said quickly, nee

her thoughts kept returning to Brandon Hartman. His name carried so much weight, y

s humming softly as she cleaned the counter. Catherin

about?" Dorine asked, g

aid quickly, though it

was grateful. She needed time to sort t

Catherine served customers with her usual

nt. There had been something in his eyes, something heavy and unspoken. It wa

t was silly. Brandon Hartman was just another custom

ore the small voice whispering