The Pastor's Daughter. Sunday Secrets, #2

They say you never get a second chance to make a first impression. With Dominic Coltrane, I didn't need one. Even though the night we met I threw up in his lap during the worse panic attack of my life. He didn't walk away. After learning I'd survived molestation, the loss of a baby, and my faith by the time I was fifteenHe didn't walk away. The man of God I was engaged to had dumped me weeks shy of our wedding after he learned the full scope of my tainted past.
I'd gone to the end of the earth, Barrow, Alaska, to lick my wounds and met Dom, a man scarred from the memory of not being able to protect his mother from his abusive father as a child. Dom needed to protect the people he loved regardless of the consequences to himself or anyone else. He was always ready for a fight and was carrying too many demons of his own to sweep any woman off of her feet. When the skeletons in my closet surrounded me and moved in for the kill, He didn't walk away.
He protected me in his big strong arms, and the man I thought wasn't what God had for me, showed me that sometimes a Boaz man could be a little rough around the edges, but he always knows how to take care of his woman.