Chapter 31

He smiled fondly as he watched her bustle away. Then he turned to Tom and Olivia, offering his hand. “Mrs. Pettigrew. Mr. Pettigrew. How do you do? I’m Edward Thompson, Father Ed. My wife tells me you’re new to Chelsea.”

“Yes. We didn’t mean to disrupt your day,” Tom said. “My wife and I and our son have just moved in a few streets away.”

Olivia reached out and twined her fingers with his, and Tom glanced at her.

“Olivia?”

“I’ll tell you later.” She released his hand, and he missed her touch.

Father Ed cleared his throat. “Please, sit down and tell me what I can do for you.”

“We really don’t want to take up too much of your time.” Tom escorted Olivia to the settee, then sat beside her.

“Not at all. This is my job.” He took a seat across from them in an overstuffed armchair and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Now. What may I do for you?”