I clipped across the church and to the niche where confessional booths stood. The cameraman politely backed up to get me in the shot, then stepped behind me. Placing my body where I could shield the view of the box’s contents, I took a painful breath, held it, and opened the door.

A giggling tangle of limbs greeted me, a flash of nipple, Angelika’s naked ass, dress hitched up to her waist and G-string held aside by Jordan’s broad hand.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, closing the door but for a crack, camera lens over my shoulder.

“What … the fuck … do you think?” Angelika breathed between humping.

“Put your clothes on and get out.”

“One … second … oh!” she squealed before moaning into his mouth to the soft pat of skin on skin.

I closed the door with a snick and put my back against it, palms flat and damp against the wood, my mind flashing with solutions. It was one of the many moments when I’d regretted all the waivers and contracts I’d signed making me an accessory to such indignities, and the butt of jokes for their show to boot.

What I wanted to do was fling open the door, grab those walking publicity stunts by their entitled, disrespectful ears, and throw them half-naked into the cars outside. What I wanted was to dress them down, not that they had many clothes on to start. What I wanted—

Didn’t matter because before I could figure out what to do, a nun approached, brows quirked and eyes suspicious.

I flashed my most charismatic smile. “Hello, Sister,” I said overly loud, stepping away from the booth to greet her in the hopes that she wouldn’t hear the fornication happening right there in the sacred place of her home. “I was just wondering, what time is confession?”

Relief smoothed the lines in her forehead. “After every mass and most afternoons. Are you with the Felixes?” She glanced at the cameraman.

“I am. Lila Parker, their wedding planner.” I thrust my hand in her direction, speaking before she even took my hand when I heard a thump from the booth behind me. “We are just so pleased you found time for us in your calendar at such short notice.”

Her eyes shifted behind me, but at the tangential mention of the outrageous donation that had made the booking possible, she settled her full attention on me. “Well, we seem to always find room for our most valued parishioners.”

“And aren’t we fortunate for that?” Another thump, and I scooped the nun’s shoulders under my arm and turned her in the opposite direction. “I wanted to light a candle while I’m here. Could you show me where I can do that, Sister …”

“Eleanor. Yes, certainly, child,” she answered gently.

“My sister, she’s having a baby soon,” I started, following her lead.