Page 57 of Broken

A wicked smile dances on my lips. “I’m in the presbytery?—”

“TheWHAT?!”

“Sheesh, calm down,” I chide, tugging my phone away from my head. “If I didn’t have a migraine, then I would now, Diana!”

“Fuck. Sorry. I just… What are you doing in a presbytery, Andy?”

“What do you think?”

“Now is not the time for joking!”

“I think it’s the perfect time.”

“Did you faint?”

“No.” I snort.

“Then why are you in a presbytery?”

“Father Martin let me stay here.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to.”

She groans. “What are you doing?”

“Tempting a priest.”

“That’s sooooo wrong.”

“Life’s for living.”

That earns me another groan. “I swear you’re more trouble than Isabella and Erica—” Her kiddos. “—combined. Tell me what happened.”

Now, I hedge for real. “He hurt himself. Neither of us felt comfortable leaving him alone.”

More like I clutched at my head when a throbbing pain attacked my temple and he offered me a bed for the night.

Not his bed, but that will come with time.

Savio is mine.

I just need to show him the way.

“My God, you’re in his house,” she hisses. “I don’t believe you!”

“I know. It’s…nice.”

“Do priests sleep naked?”

A laugh escapes me. “Diana!”

“Oh,you. This is your fault.”

“How is it my fault?”

“You opened the doors to dirty thoughts.”

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