Chapter

Forty-Three

Asher

My knees still felt shaky when I finally summoned up the courage to leave the little nook Jericho had pulled me into. I was sure I smelled like sex and . . . him.

“There you are.”

Jackson’s voice washed over me, dredging up more confusion and my new constant companion, guilt.

“Got lost, did you?” he asked with a wry smile.

“I got . . . distracted. I’m sorry.” I couldn’t lie to him, but how was I going to admit I’d just been tongue fucked by a priest while I was supposed to meet with him in the garden?

His gaze turned assessing. “Is that...