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oth emotionally exhausted.
“A little,” she admitted in a choked whisper.
“Go have fun, darling. You deserve a night off.”
“So...how much fun are you willing to let me have?”
“As much as you want. I had mine. You go have yours. Be careful and don’t give me any details
about it the next day. Ignorance is bliss.”
“What if you find a black tie in my coat pocket that smells like some handsome bloke?”
“I’ll think positively. I’ll pretend you murdered a stranger and kept the tie as a memento.”
“Fair enough.”
“Call Nora again. Give her my lust. And tell her to please write a book that isn’t specifically
designed to get us all arrested next time. Oh, and remind her that her edits are due on Monday.”
“I’ll pass the message along. If you need me, I’ll be in the Underground. So try not to need me.”
“Have a good time. Be safe. Stay away from men in collars.”
“Are the male submissives dangerous?” she asked, feeling rather proud she knew the terminology.
“I was talking about priests.”
They bid their good-nights and Grace hung up the phone. Priests...as if she could stay away from
Nora’s priest. Ever since Zachary first told her about Søren, Grace knew she had to meet this man
someday. During her first phone call with Nora, she’d grilled her relentlessly, fascinated to speak to a
woman who had a Catholic priest for a lover.
A priest...really?
My priest. He’s been my priest since I was fifteen years old. I hope you’re scandalized. It’s no
fun if you’re not scandalized.
Thoroughly scandalized. Is he handsome?
Is the pope Catholic?
I’ll take that as a yes. Zachary’s not very fond of him.
Zach has terrible taste in men.
He said Søren wasn’t nice.
Søren isn’t nice. But he’s good.
Good? How good?
He’s the best man on earth.
That’s quite a claim. I’ll have to meet this man if he’s the best man on earth.
I’ll introduce you someday. One word of advice—show no fear.
Show no fear?
Seriously. He’s like a big cat with a catnip toy if you give him your fear to play with.
How big of a cat are we talking about?
Lion. Big damn lion.
You make him sound dangerous.
Oh, he is dangerous. Just part of his charm. But he’s not half as dangerous as Kingsley is. Søren
calls the shots. Kingsley’s the triggerman.
And what do you do?
You already know the answer to that, Grace. Anything I want to.
Grace found herself smiling again at the memory of the conversation. Zachary did say he trusted
her, and she had to admit she’d rather regret not taking him up on his offer. She and Zachary almost