Her Priest (Divine Domination Book 1) by Megan Michaels

Author:Megan Michaels [Michaels, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Climbing the stairs with his arms full of groceries, he fumbled with unlocking the door, tossing his full blue and white Albert Heijn supermarket bag onto the counter, digging into his pants pocket for his phone. “Hello.”

“Em, are you okay? You sound out of breath?” Father Bill McKenna’s voice was laced with concern.

“I was just coming through the door with some groceries. I’ve been to the local market.”

“Ah. Well you asked me to call you after Bishop Kearney came for the May Crowning with the children and the press.”

“I’ve been dying to know what happened. Tell me.” Emerson tossed the milk into the refrigerator and the ice cream into the freezer, leaving the rest on the counter until he’d finished his conversation. Grabbing a cold bottled water, he sat at the table, kicking his sneakers off and resting his feet on a chair opposite him.

“First, I contacted the television station as you’d recommended, holding my breath that the Bishop wouldn’t refuse our invitation. But, as always, you were correct. I told his assistant and within ten minutes, the Bishop had returned my call. Emerson, the man gushed with praise for our parish.”

Emerson laughed at hearing the glee in his old friend’s voice. “I told you. It works like a charm. The man is like Narcissus—he never misses an opportunity to see his reflection. Or in this case, he never misses an opportunity to see his face on his own flat screen TV.” He mumbled, “Bastard.”

“Emerson, he’s still our Bishop; don’t show disrespect.” The elderly priest, God bless him, had a heart of gold, and because of that, couldn’t see past the protocol and politics of the Roman Catholic Church to see the long-fanged teeth of the wolf in sheep’s clothing that was Bishop Kearney.

“And this is where you and I disagree, Sir. I don’t believe in showing respect to someone who mistreats the elderly, widows, the poor, and children. The man is a viper and deserves God’s wrath. You mark my words, we’ll get to see the punishment of our Lord on his head.” Emerson grit his teeth, holding back more colorful words from his pure-in-heart friend.

“That may be so, son. But until God sees fit, we’re held accountable for our actions toward him. We’re to show love, even to the evil and the tax collector.”

“Yes, Sir.” It galled him to agree, but he knew that the man’s wisdom and kindness knew no bounds and he couldn’t imagine ever being as kind as Father McKenna.

“As I was saying,” Bill chuckled, “I wish you had been here to see it yourself. He stood holding a boy from kindergarten in his arms for the pictures. Then inserted himself next to the statue of the Queen Mary and smiled widely for the cameras.”

“Did you do as I said?” Emerson held his breath hoping against hope that he’d had the courage to follow all his instructions.

“I did, boy! You would’ve been so proud of me! I casually said to the reporter with the

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