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confessed.
    “We can take it slow,” Sawyer said with a trace of doubt. At this rate, the passion between them burned out of control. Rowan looked at her mussed hair, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He wanted her in his bed every night, longed to bury himself deep inside her. Sawyer licked her lips. “Oh Rowan, I want you too!”
    They felt shy with each other for the first time ever. “What are we going to do?” she whispered.
    A rustle in the bushes answered that question. Sawyer turned as a flash blinded her. Rowan hauled the reporter off his feet. The man dangled in the air like a puppet.
    “Wow, you’re strong!” the man marveled.
    “Give me the camera,” Rowan growled.
    He plucked it from around the reporter’s neck and yanked out the 35mm film. Rowan let go. The man crumpled to the ground. He leaped up and backed away.
    “I took a few on my cell and I emailed them to myself.”
    Rowan tensed. The reporter backed out of reach. “Care to comment on the passionate scene I just witness Pastor Camden?”
    Rowan’s icy glare made the other man squeak. “I’m Bob North from Celebrity Times , either I get an exclusive or these photos go live. Say bye bye to your congregation, your ministries and your reputation.”
    Sawyer leaped to Rowan’s defense. No way in hell was he going to lose all he worked so hard for. His ministries literally saved thousands of lives a day through feeding programs and orphanages. He even had safe houses in several countries for victims of sex trafficking. The media would demonize Rowan. He’d be another disgraced pastor. They’d forget all the good he did and label him a moral failure.
    Sawyer felt men of the cloth were held to an impossibly high standard. It was pretty hypocritical of the rest of us to judge them so harshly. Hedging his bets, the reporter turned to Sawyer. “I can see the headlines now – Pastor Camden Resigns Fornicating with…what’s your name miss?”
    “Don’t you dare speak to her or look in her direction,” Rowan said furiously.
    Sawyer soothed his arm. She slipped her hand in his. “My name is Sawyer Landon, Pastor Camden’s fiancé.”
    The reporter went bug eyed.
    “We went to school together.”
    Bob North whipped out a pad and took notes. “We’ve been friends for years but we recently re-connected.”
    “When’s the wedding?”
    “We haven’t set a date yet.”
    “By the looks of that kiss you better,” he muttered, “Am I right?”
    Rowan’s hand curled into a fist at his side. His fingers relaxed when she soothed his arm.
    “I hope you don’t publish those photos, you caught us in a private moment, we would appreciate your discretion.”
    Bob nodded. He looked like a rollie pollie with bad hair and a face only a mama could love. His wrinkled, mis-matched clothes screamed his single status. “Okay, but if I find out this engagement is a farce-”
    “It’s not.”
    “Fine,” he said to Sawyer, “But I want an exclusive interview with you one on one later on.”
    He gave Rowan a wide berth and handed Sawyer his card. “I know a lot of women who’ll be sorry you’re off the market pastor, congrats.”
    Rowan glared at him in stony silence. “Oookay then.” The reporter gleefully got his scoop. He ran for the hotel lobby when Rowan took a threatening step.
    Sawyer curled herself in his arms. Rowan held her close.
    “Fiancé hmm?” He kissed her hair.
    “Yes, so I can have my wicked way with you.”
    Rowan’s sexy laugh made her toes curl. She smiled at him adoringly.
    “You have to stop rescuing me, Cricket, I’m a big boy.”
    “How big” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
    “Why don’t you reach under the kilt and find out,” he laughed again, “I’m kidding, but one day,” he kissed her cheek, “You’re going to find out,” he kissed her other check. “Would you like that baby?”
    She nodded. “I’ll take you deeper and deeper,” he whispered. “Till you scream my name.”
    Sawyer closed her