I found God.

I know, I'd said it once before, to get out of trouble, but this time it's true. I was drawn to a church, and this one hymn, about saving a wretch like me, touched me. So did the reverend, speaking about love, redemption, mercy and grace. It was nothing like the church my mother dragged me to as a kid, trying to keep me from the family life of petty crime. Next thing I knew, tears were rolling down my face as I felt...healed. But does my stiff–necked parole officer believe me? No! How can I convince Brandon Fairchild that this conversion–and the feelings I'm having for this good–looking man–aren't just a con game?