The Original Sinner: The Saint Part 13

"It's not that I've known him for a long time. It's how I know him, what we are to each other, what we've been through together."

"Then tell me. Please."

"Are you sure you want to hear this story?" Nora asked as she settled into the pillows. Nico lay next to her, his arm draped over her stomach.

"Yes, I want to hear the story. Kingsley might be my biological father, but he's not really my father. My father taught me how to plant vines and prune them, how to press wine and rack it. He's the one who sent me to Australia to learn the secrets of s.h.i.+raz. Kingsley seduced my mother while my father was in Paris going bank to bank begging for a loan to keep the vineyard in the family after a bad harvest."

"If you knew King like I did, you would find a way to love him."

"Help me find that way."

Nora took a deep breath.

"This might help you love him a little," she said as she took her jewelry bag back to the bathroom. She grabbed her hairbrush and retuned to the bedroom. "So I got arrested for stealing cars for my dad, right? And S0ren promised to help me out of my little legal trouble. He knew he'd need Kingsley to call in some favors. Even back then Kingsley had a few prosecutors and judges in his pocket. But when S0ren went to him and asked for help, that was the first time he and Kingsley had spoken to each other in over ten years. Still, Kingsley helped him and helped me, too. He didn't ask for anything in return except that S0ren stay and be his friend."

"It's good he helped you. You're here now with me and not in prison."

"I'd do okay in prison. Helps that I love having s.e.x with women."

"This isn't helping my erection," Nico said.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but you're too pretty to lie to."

Nora sat on the edge of the bed and pulled a pin from her now mussed mane of hair. Nico stopped her hand and with a spin of his finger indicated she should turn around. She raised an eyebrow and turned her back to him. One by one, Nico extracted the hairpins and unwound the low knot at the nape of her neck. Then he threaded his fingers through the waves, breaking them apart.

"You said getting arrested brought you and Kingsley and your priest together?" Nico asked as he took the hairbrush from her hand. Nora stiffened. The only man who had ever brushed her hair for her had been S0ren. It seemed almost traitorous to let Nico do it. And yet, she couldn't stop him. She needed the comfort and the contact far too much. Nothing felt more exquisite than the gentle pull of the brush through her hair. If only untangling the knots in her stomach were this easy.

"Yes, it was Kingsley who helped keep me out of juvenile detention. I was sentenced to twelve hundred hours of community service, which I had to complete before I turned eighteen. And here's the fun part-Kingsley made sure the judge a.s.signed S0ren to monitor my community service. Soon I was feeding the hungry and hanging out with the homeless and scrubbing toilets and teaching poor kids how to make ta.s.sel bookmarks at summer camp."

"Better than prison?"

"It was. Until I f.u.c.ked it up. But that was Kingsley's fault. He was getting me into trouble before we even met."

"He's talented."

"Tell me about it."

"What happened?"

Nora turned her head to the side so Nico could reach all her tangles.

"It was June. I was sixteen. And my lawyer had put me under house arrest. She told me I could go to school but nowhere else. Not even church. So the day my community service started was the first time I'd seen S0ren in months. Things got weird. Fast."

Nico gave a low, warm laugh and kissed that sensitive spot on her back between her shoulder blades.

"How weird?"

"The story starts with a stick in the ground and ends with an orgy."

"As every story should."

10.

Eleanor AT 9:00 A.M. SHARP THE DAY AFTER SCHOOL ENDED for summer break, Eleanor walked into Sacred Heart Catholic Church for the first time since March. She knew she'd be working that day so she'd put on an old white T-s.h.i.+rt and cutoff denim shorts and pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

She went to S0ren's office. Not S0ren, she corrected herself. Father Stearns. She said it a few more times in her head. Father. Stearns. Other paris.h.i.+oners hung around the church, and the last thing she wanted to do was slip up and call him by his real first name. People were already going to be suspicious of a teenage girl at the beck and call of a handsome young priest. No reason to make things worse. Father. Stearns. Not. S0ren. She could do this.

She knocked on his office door and took a step back. He opened the door.

"Hi, S0ren," she said.

He arched an eyebrow at her.

"I mean, Father Stearns."

"This is going to be an issue for us, isn't it?"

"Probably."

He paused a moment before speaking again.

"Come with me. We need to talk."

She followed him out to the back of the church and onto the shaded lawn. She had to stretch her legs to keep up with his long stride. He led her to a path, which bordered a small public park.

"First, how are you, Eleanor? I haven't seen you in months."

"Sorry about that. House arrest. But I'm okay. I'm grounded for life."

"I can't blame your mother for that decision. But you will start attending church again."

"Your wish is my command," she said, stuffing her hands in the back pockets of her shorts.

"A good att.i.tude to adopt. I heard your father was arrested."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, big shock there. He was eight states away by the time they caught that f.u.c.ker. Sorry."

"You were arrested, and he ran. You have my permission to call him anything you like."

"Thank you. I'm sure he was scared, right? That's why he ran."

"You deserve better than someone who will abandon you in times of trouble."

"He's out on bail now. He's tried to call a few times."

"You will not speak to him."

She stopped and S0ren stopped and looked at her.

"He's my father."

"The moment he chose to protect himself instead of protecting his daughter is the moment his rights to see you, speak to you or even be in the same room with you ceased to exist. We made a deal, Eleanor. You obey my orders. This is one of them. You understand this?"

She paused before answering. She'd hoped the whole "obeying" thing with S0ren would involve orders like "take your clothes off" and "get into my bed." A deal was a deal, however.

"I understand."

"Good. Your well-being is my top priority. I'm supervising your community service, which puts you in my hands. I take this responsibility very seriously. There can be no part of your life you keep from me if I'm going to help you find the right path."

"My lawyer said I've got to be here about twenty hours a week. This is my life now."

"I want more of your time than twenty hours a week. Those hours are for community service. You also need to keep your grades up. When school starts again in the fall, I want you to do your homework here at church so I can help you if necessary."

"I'm good at school, it's okay. I'm smarter than I look."

"There's nothing unintelligent in your appearance," he said as they started walking again. Mothers pus.h.i.+ng strollers walked past them. They barely noticed her, but every last one of them smiled at S0ren. "One failed test, one missed a.s.signment and your grades could drop. If you can't do the work and keep your grades up, the judge will send you to juvenile detention."

"I know. I promise I'll do my homework. These park women are totally checking you out."

"Eleanor."

"Sorry."

"In addition to your community service work, you'll receive spiritual counseling."

"Spiritual counseling? Do I even want to know what that is?"

"As a Jesuit, I went through years of spiritual counseling with mentors. All of it was enlightening and edifying. Priests and laypeople alike can benefit from the teachings of Saint Ignatius. I'm certain you will, too."

Eleanor's stomach tightened at the prospect of spending so much time with S0ren.

"Saint Ignatius? Okay. I can handle that. Anything else?"

"As for your community service, most of it will be performed here at Sacred Heart. As much as I respect Father Gregory, his ministry seemed to focus far more on the spiritual needs of the community rather than the material needs. The church has no food bank, no outreach missions."

"Is that bad?" As they pa.s.sed a small tree, Eleanor grabbed the end of a branch and shook it like a hand.

"Prayer is all well and good, but Christ made it abundantly clear we'd be judged by our works far more than our prayers."

"You're about to quote a Bible verse at me, aren't you?"

"I am. Matthew 25: 3146."

"The sheep and the goats." She almost yelled the words. S0ren looked at her with his right eyebrow raised. "Sorry. I remembered that one. I got excited."

"Wonderful to hear such enthusiasm about the Bible. You remember the verses?" As they pa.s.sed a bush bursting with roses, S0ren reached out and stroked the pale pink petals.

"Yeah. Jesus says when he comes back he'll divide people into two groups-the sheep and the goats."

"Correct. The sheep, Jesus says, will inherit the kingdom of G.o.d because they clothed him when he was naked, fed him when he was hungry, gave him water when he was thirsty and visited him in prison. The sheep will say they do not remember ever doing such things for Jesus. And Jesus answers, 'Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.' The goats were the ones who never fed the hungry, gave water to the thirsty."

"I always liked those verses. We acted them out in Sunday school. We had little sheep ears and goat horns." She put her hands on her head and mimed horns with her fingers. S0ren seemed to be biting back a smile.

"I want you to be counted among the sheep. As part of your community service, you'll start a food bank at the church. We have a ma.s.sive kitchen that only seems to get used for wedding receptions or baptisms. You'll also work at church camp and visit the homeless at the shelter on Sixth Street."

"Visit the homeless shelter?" She couldn't quite keep the fear out of her voice. She'd heard bad stories from that shelter. Most of them involving drug addicts or alcoholics. Fights would break out. People would end up in the hospital.

"Don't be afraid. I'll make sure you're safe. Do you babysit?"

"Sometimes. Kids like me."

"I can't imagine anyone not liking you."

She tried not to smile. She failed.

"I've spoken several times with your mother. She'll keep you on your schedule and monitor your grades."

"You talked to my mom?"

"She loves you. We're going to work together to keep you out of trouble."

Eleanor grimaced.

"What was that expression for?" S0ren demanded.

"Sorry." She sighed. "I like trouble."

They had made one complete loop around the park, a quarter mile according to the sign. S0ren led her away from the path and back toward the church. He paused in a clearing about fifteen yards from the back of the church and picked a stick up off the ground. The stick was about two feet tall and two inches thick. S0ren shoved it deep into the soft moist soil.

"Your first act of service is this ..." S0ren said as he stood back up. "Every day for the next six months come rain, s.h.i.+ne, snow, sleet, hail or hurricane, you will water this stick."

Eleanor stared at the dead stick jutting up from the ground.

"It's a stick."

"I know it is."

"It's dead."

"I realize that."