Chapter Three
“Loren, you can’t flirt with a priest.”
“I’ve never seen that written in the Bible.”
I sighed again as I steered the ship. I’d been doing that a lot—the sighing, I meant. I didn’t know which surprised me more—her words or that she might’ve actually read the Bible. Sailing was smooth now. The storm was gone, and we were getting nearer to land.
“He called me an angel,” she said. “No man has ever called me that.”
“He meant it biblically.”
“I’d like to get to know him in the biblical way.” She elbowed me in the ribs, laughing.
The man in question was walking about in a too-small terrycloth bathrobe as his clothes continued to dry out in the sun. It would seem he had no issues with modesty. He was certainly unlike any priest I’d ever met.
The captain and skipper were resti
