“Ouch!” I said as I shot her a dirty look. “If you weren’t a nun I might tell you to fuck off.”
“Paislie Pruitt, ask for forgiveness this instant!”
With an evil grin, I shook my head. “Maybe we should just get an apartment together and buy a few more cats. I’ll pine over Malcolm and you’ll dream of what sex might be like with Tim. I obviously can’t call him Father Tim, because that would be weird.”
“Dear Lord above.” With her hands, she made the cross symbol over her chest. “Paislie, you cannot talk about a man of the cloth like that! Especially that man!”
With a frown, I tossed a piece of bread in my mouth and asked, “Why not? He’s a man even if he is a priest.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and took another bite of food.
With a pop of my head, I gave her a smirk. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you haven’t thought about him like that, even in your dreams?”
She swallowed hard and said in a quiet voice, “Paislie, I’m certainly not going to tell you what my dreams are.”
With a huge grin, I leaned back in the chair and folded my arms over my chest. “So you have had naughty dreams about him.”
“Stop!” she shouted as I clamped my mouth shut.
Giving her an oh shit look, I asked, “Too much?”
Reaching for her water, she dipped her fingers in and flicked water on herself. I couldn’t help it . . . I busted out laughing.
When I glanced over her shoulder and saw Father, er, Tim walking up, my laughter stopped on a dime and I mumbled, “Oh no.”
I sat up and quickly ate as I looked directly at my food.
“Why hello there, Paislie, Elizabeth. How are you both doing today?”
When I peeked up, Elizabeth was giving me a look of horror. Oh hell. Wait until she turned around and saw him. It was his day off and he was dressed in jogging pants and a tight blue T-shirt. I had to admit I was impressed that his body was as nice as it was. Of course, he was only in his mid-thirties and I knew he worked out often.
I slowly shook my head in an attempt to warn Elizabeth.
Don’t. Do. It. Don’t look at him, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth took a deep breath and turned slightly as she looked up. Her eyes widened and the only thing I saw was a look of pure desire move across her face. Clearly he saw it too, because Tim’s breathing picked up.
Elizabeth seductively bit down on her lip. “Oh my Lord,” she mumbled as I kicked her under the table, causing her to get her wits about her. The table nearly fell over when she stood quickly.
“Tim . . . um . . . Father . . . oh, ah um I mean . . . Father Tim . . . Tim.”
Holy crap. I’d never seen Elizabeth stumble over her words before.
“Elizabeth, are you okay?” he asked as he reached out for her. When she jerked away from him, she tripped over the chair and almost fell.
“Elizabeth!” I cried out as I jumped up. Tim quickly grabbed her before she fell.
When she pushed out of his arms, she turned to look at me for help. Of course I picked that time to wiggle my eyebrows and glanced down to his pants in the exact location of what she longed for. She gasped and said, “I’ve got to go. I’m late!”
Tim and I stood there and watched as she practically knocked people over in her attempt to get away as fast as she could.
“Is she feeling okay today?” Tim asked.
Pressing my lips together, I shrugged. “I think she hasn’t been getting much sleep.”
“Really? I wonder why?”