Memory Lane (Sons of Scandal, #1)

by Becky Wade

“Because this is where you are.” He looked her straight in the face while gently extracting an inch-long curl of wood from her topknot. “If this is where you are, then this is the only place I want to be.”

Love had to be given without the assurance of reciprocity or a lifetime of security under its umbrella.

“God has a soft spot for those of us who feel like we’ve been thrown onto the garage sale pile. A giant soft spot for us,” Wendell had said to her that day at his kitchen table. “He’s never closer to us than when we’re beaten up, unloved, betrayed.”