"Your dad isn't the type of man to greet his daughter's boyfriend with a shotgun in his hands, right?" Jared asked as he eyed the little one-story white painted brick house that belonged to Felicity's parents.

He and Felicity stood on the sidewalk of the narrow street, and his heart beat wildly. He'd dealt with some of the most powerful men and women in Chicago in his law offices, and yet here he was in a small town in the Midwest, nervous about meeting a mechanic and a ...