Page 68 of Dark Side of the Cloth

“And what if I was?”

“Then I would have to put up a compelling argument for me to stay.” He was holding her at arm’s length, but his voice was a caress stroking all her intimate parts. “Why are you here, Yasmine?”

She opened her mouth to speak but was struck speechless.

“We’re going to end up the gossip of the town if you keep staring at me like that because I’m going push you up against this door and ravish your mouth,” Dean said.

Heat flushed her body. She searched his face, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t picture him as someone she should be scared of ever.

“So how exactly would we make this work? You create the bodies, and I pretty them up?” she teased. Dean laughed hard, his voice a joyous rumble that rolled over her.

“First, I need a demotion.”

“A demotion, why?”

“I think it’s about time I leave the priesthood and get married, perhaps. Have a dozen children.” He cocked one eyebrow, and Yasmine blushed.

“Would you be okay with that?”

“This was only supposed to be a short-term gig. Meeting and falling in love with you is what made me stay longer. Besides, I don’t need the persona of a priest to do my job.”

She shook her head. She was really going to do this.

“What the hell am I doing?” she mumbled.

“Well, my sweet Yasmine, I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, and then we’ll figure out the rest.”

“Father?” The sheriff called out as he walked up the path toward them. Yasmine made to move away, but he held her to his side.

“Sheriff, what can I do for you?”

Sheriff Daniels stared where Dean’s hand lay on her waist. He cleared his throat, looking completely uncomfortable. “There has been a very strange…situation with Mrs. Wilson.”

“Whitney? What happened?” Yasmine asked. She didn’t have any love for the woman but didn’t dislike her either.

“I can’t say right now. It’s an open investigation.”

“Oh right, of course, I’m sorry,” Yasmine stammered.

“Father, I need you to come with me. This house needs all the blessing it can get.”

Dean released her waist and reached behind his neck. He handed the white material over to the Sheriff, who stared at it blinking.

“I quit. I’m sorry, you’ll have to find someone else.”

Sheriff Daniels took the large Stetson off and smacked it against his leg. “What the hell is happening to this town? I’m too old for this shit. I think I need to quit too.” He continued to mumble to himself as he turned and walked back the way he’d come.

Yasmine stared up at Dean and couldn’t believe he’d just done that.

“Did you by any chance have something to do with…”

Dean placed his finger on her lips. “Don’t finish that question. You don’t want to know the answer.

As quick as she could blink, he pulled her in and kissed her as if no one could see them. The world faded into the background as all the emotions and feelings she’d been suppressing rushed to the surface.

Breaking the kiss, Dean pulled her inside the church and locked the door. She might burn in hell for her choice, but at least she would go to hell happy.

Dean sat on the lawn and watched his two sons argue over who got to push their baby sister in the swing. He wanted a huge family, and he smiled at the three knowing that his fourth would be here in seven months. Dean wasn’t sure he could talk Yasmine into seven, but he was going to try, and if not…having wild sex just for fun was not bad either.