Only once Mable had released him did Malachi do the same, letting his arms fall back to his sides. The night breeze had succeeded in stealing whatever warmth from him that she hadn’t taken, but his vestments were still heavy and damp.

At least it was unlikely that Mrs. Higgins or Father Richards would be awake when he returned. If he could just slip back into his room without their notice, he could let his clothes dry, and by morning, they would never have to know at all.

He was not sure what compelled him to keep such things from them, but he did.

Malachi dipped his head, easily mirroring Mable’s smile.

“Thank you for joining me,” he returned, taking a step back and away from the hotel doors.

“Peace be with you, Mable.”

With that, he gave a little wave, and turned to head back towards the church.