Fire Dont Always Start With Smoke

I was the preacher's daughter.
Meant to be good. Meant to marry the sheriff's son.

Beau Carter was everything a girl like me was supposed to want-steady hands, clean boots, and a heart full of promises.

But then Weston Clay rode into town.

Older. Wilder. Wanted.
He didn't ask permission. He didn't need saving.
And he sure as hell didn't care who I belonged to.

One of them held my hand in church.
The other pressed his body against mine behind the barn.

Now I'm caught between the life I was raised for...
And the fire I can't put out.