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“I’M HERE TO give my confession,” Logan said as he pushed open the door to Cole’s office and walked inside. As his brother looked up at him, the other occupant in the room, a man with rich auburn hair who was seated across from Cole’s desk, said, “I’m only here for a week this time round, Mitchell. Your confession would take a hell of a lot longer than that.” Logan strode into the office, as Joel Priestley, a.k.a. Priest, got to his feet and extended a hand.
Family: A group of people related to one another by blood or marriage. Scratch that… Family is love. Family is acceptance. Family is who you choose to surround yourself with. And those you can’t live without.
You want to take me to church.” Tate’s grin was infectious as it curved his lips into a full-on mischievous smile. “That’s right.” Logan couldn’t stop the sound of disbelief that slipped free. “And just so I’m clear, we’re not talking about you on your knees worshiping me until I shout, ‘Oh my God.’ Are we?”

