A priest. Of all the men she'd ever met, she'd picked the one man bound by a vow of chastity. Disappointed at first, it hadn't taken her long to discover that few of Mr. Wolfwood's sacred promises came between him and what he wanted to do. What he needed to do.
His wish as much as hers, but she still felt bad. She wondered if this was the end of something pure in him, the death of a holy man's holiness.
Then again, she'd never wanted a holy man.
"Mr. Priest? Oh, good, I was hoping I'd find you here…"