Tessy knows it's futile to fall in love with a minister. What preacher-man would want a woman like her, one thought to carry bad luck, who always has leaves in her hair and ink on her fingertips? But she can't help but love the man who uses crutches to walk and whose eyes always hold warmth and acceptance. There's something else in Jeremiah's eyes, too--a deep hurt. Tessy wants to help ease the pain out of him. If only she knew how...
