Chapter 6

“Well, good for you.” He jerked his chin at Denny’s beard. “You dye that thing for any reason?”

“To piss monks off, I guess,” Denny retorted, looking at me. “I’ll see you soon, Law, right?”

I nodded. “There are burlap sacks outside by the dried lavender in the wine barrels. Take what you need to get started.”

He tipped his chin at me and bowed at Brother Lucius. “Good afternoon, gentlemen.”

I licked my lips and watched as he left, wondering what underwear he might be wearing.

“What’s he doing here?” Brother Lucius stared at me with appraising blue eyes.

“Opened a restaurant in town,” I answered, pouring lemonade into the glass, then handing it to him.

“Just what we need—hipsters,” he snorted, then took a drink. He wiped his hand across his sleeve. “Where be your sainted mother?”

“She went back…”

“To Paris.” He came around the kitchen counter and put one of his meaty arms around my shoulders. “You’re not alone, Law.”