Again, Patrick nodded.
"But you're not --" Like him. "You don't wear--" Claudia's hand hovered near her throat.
"The collar?" Patrick prompted. "I'm on sabbatical."
That didn't allay Claudia's fears. Priests did...things--things they weren't supposed to. Things that hurt people.
Yet she hadn't seen Patrick hurt anyone. In fact, he was kinder than any man she had known. Her mind struggled to assimilate what she knew of priests with what she knew of Patrick. The two impressions were so opposite she simply couldn't merge them into one picture.
(from Legacy of Angels, copyright Genie Gabriel)
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