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Young Fr. Kristopher Dombrowski brings a breath of fresh air to the historic parish of St. Hyacinth. Accompanying him are his widowed sister Ivana and her son Will. But another member of the family seems bent on making trouble, and it’s all connected with an ordination gift Fr. Kris received from his grandfather, a post-WW II immigrant to the U.S. from Poland.
When the chalice keeps turning up in the museum taking shape in the old school, now a community center, Penelope isn’t sure what’s going on—or who to trust.
Excerpt:
Sam and Penelope sat
half-way up the stairs at the B&B, sharing kisses that promised
more than they were going to deliver. “Why are you back already?”
she asked.
“Happened.”
“How long are you going
to stay?”
“Two days max.”
“Aren’t you blowing
your cover, so to speak, by going to the Sit-n-Swill without your
black leather and metal?”
“Nah. I’m a friend of
the family, remember?” He slipped his hands inside the collar of
her blouse and rubbed her neck.
She jumped. “Your hands
are cold.”
“You’ll warm them
up.”
“You’re already too
hot to handle.”
He groaned, not
altogether with disgust. “Ah, Nell…sweet, soft Nell.”
“It’s getting harder
to concentrate at Mass on Sunday morning when I’m with you on
Saturday night,” she whispered.
He put his lips on her
throat.
“Sam, one of these
nights…”
“Can’t come too
soon.” His lips moved lower.
“I’d hate myself
forever.”
He froze, then moved away
from her. “Why, Nell?”
“You know why.”
“Because of Travis
Pembroke? That’s crazy.”
“Not to me.”
He slumped against the
wall like a deflated balloon. “Every time I come, I promise myself
I won’t torture myself. But it would help if I thought it tortured
you, too, just a little.”
She straightened her
collar. “I’m sorry, Sam. I’m just not up for being a one-night
stand. I’ve told you that.”
“Is that what you think
you’d be?”
“I don’t know.”
He fingered the locket
that lay in the V of her throat. “I mean this, Nell.”
She was glad it was too
dark to really see his eyes. “I hope so.”
“I do.”
“I’m sorry, Sam, but
if it makes you feel any better, I’ll lie awake for a long time
tonight.”
He stood up and offered
her his hand. “It won’t make me feel better, Nell.”
They parted at the top of
the stairs with no words between them. The sound of his door closing
echoed down the hall.
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