Chapter 5

Pippa's POV

I stare into Father Adrian’s shocked face, and I am suddenly riddled with doubt. After what he said in the storage room and the church, I convinced myself that he wouldn’t mind if I asked him to stay, but clearly he does. “Nu-never mind,” I say, my voice trembling with embarrassment. “I will be okay.”

Without a word, he takes the keys dangling from my shaking fingers, grips me by the elbow and steers and me in the direction of my flat. He looks around to make sure we’re not being watched before he unlocks the door and quickly slips inside.

Adrian’s massive frame takes up half of my little entryway and I have to squeeze past him to get inside. “Do you want some tea?” I ask while nervously fiddling with the hem of the ugly t-shirt.

I've never had a man in my house before. It's strange, but a little exciting at the same time.

“I’ll make it,” he says, a deep frown of disapproval on his face as he looks around my living room. “You don’t have much in the way of security.”