“Richard has already helped quite a bit this morn. But I would be grateful if you prepared dinner for tonight when we return.”
“Of course, Father.”
“If you’ll excuse me.” Father Stephen turned and moved off toward the church.
When he was out of sight, Richard guided Mercy out of the hallway, back into the kitchen.
“I want to go with,” Mercy objected in a quiet voice.
“No. I will search the cathedral. You need to stay here and find Thomas. Ask him about his family. Where he came from. Where he met the other children. There may be more information there.”
Mercy was torn. She wanted desperately to go with them and search the cathedral. But if Richard was right, the boys might have information about the bishop. She had a horrible feeling of anxiety. “I don’t think we should split up.”
Richard’s look softened. He glanced back at the door.
Mercy thought he heard something, until he turned back to her.
He pulled her against him and lowered his lips to hers. He held her tightly, brushing his lips across hers, teasing her with flicks of his tongue. She sighed softly and he swept into her mouth, deepening the kiss.
Swirls of desire flooded her, and she embraced him, pulling him close. Her body came alive, igniting with need.
Richard gently pulled back, gazing into her eyes. “I’ll be back. I promise.” He stepped away from her and steadied her with a hand at her waist, before leaving.
Mercy stared after him. A whirlwind tossed her mind about. She blinked. He was no longer her Eoos. The commanding kiss was powerful and expert. He had found himself. A confident knight of the realm.
