Liam smiled at the way the priest greeted the cat. See? A good sign. Liam was a cat person. And a dog person. And birds. Rabbits. Reptiles. Just a sucker for animals in general, but he had accepted that about himself. Animals were safe company; after all, his keeper had no interest in the souls of cats and dogs.

"This is Maurice. He a sweetheart, unless you're a mouse or a chipmunk." One of these days, Liam would tempt that little tabby home with him to see him better fed and taken care of. "Maurice, meet Father Riley. I bet you could sucker some chicken out of him with a little effort."

He got that sense. "The antique business is never not slow. That's part of the draw. But I've got a project I'm in the middle of restoring and the stain needs to set, so I find myself with time on my hands and charming company to spend it with."