Page 38 of Bad Habit
I sat back. “Oh, I didn’t mean any offense.”
“None taken.”
A grin drifted onto his face so naturally I wasn’t sure whether or not it had been there all along, and I was only now noticing, with the lifting of my heart. All the awkwardness, the distance I’d felt on the basketball court, had disappeared, and I wondered whether that had been coming from me, too.
Mac was the most self-assured, mostassuringperson I’d ever experienced. He made me feel safer than the priests I’d confessed to, safer than even Sister Henry. He made me feel safer than Mother ever had.
“So…” He raised his eyebrows a few times. “You want to experienceall the sins?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Very much. Yes.”
“Then you’ve got great timing.”
“How’s that?”
“I’ve got some business in the very best place in the world for sin. If you like, you can come. That is… Are you allowed to leave the convent for a few days? Maybe take a long weekend?”
“It’s not a convent, and I’m an adult. I can do what I want.” My words made me feel bold.
“Great. How’s this weekend?”
“It should be okay. I’ll make it okay.” Excitement raced through me. “Where are we going?”
“The absolute capital of sin. Las Vegas.”
