Sinner (Priest, #2)

by Sierra Simone

“And they were going to send their boss or whatever to meet you, but I guess one of the sisters is sick, so they’re sending a nun intern to meet with you.” “A nun intern?” Valdman looks impatient. “You know, like she’s not a nun yet, but she’s a nun-in-training or something. I don’t know—you’re the one with the priest brother, right?” “Postulant,” I say, surprised I still know the word. “She must be a postulant.” And then I add, “And he’s not a priest anymore.” His brow furrows. “But that must mean your whole family is Catholic, right? That you’re Catholic?” “They used to be, and I haven’t been Catholic since college,” I say, and something in the tone of my voice makes Valdman shut up about it. “Ah, okay. Well, anyway, the training nun offered to come here, but I think you better go to her. Makes for a better first impression. She’s expecting you around ten at the shelter.” I glance at the clock. Thirty minutes from now I’m going to be shaking hands with a nun. What the fuck happened to my day? “What’s the postulant’s name?” I ask as I stand. Might as well go in having as much information as possible. Valdman glances at his computer screen. “Um, it’s Iverson.” My blood jumps up a degree in temperature. Chill out, Sean. There’s probably lots of Catholics with the last name Iverson in Kansas City. Valdman squints at whatever notes Trent the Secretary left him in the call memo. “Zenobia,” he pronounces. “Zenobia Iverson.” “Zenny,” I correct automatically. Valdman looks up at ...