It was the same costume she'd thrown on last year and the year before. It was completely unoriginal, as evidenced by the six other Catholic school girls in the club. But it had taken no thought whatsoever and didn't encumber her movement around the crowded club, so it met her requirements.The house band, The Morphs, was just about to play, so she headed over to the stage to see if any of the band members needed a drink. She hopped up on the stage and took a good look at Frank, the drummer. He was wearing a Catholic priest outfit.“Frank Martin, you look ridiculous playing drums in that costume!” she exclaimed, laughing.He looked up and grinned broadly, his eyes traveling up and down her body, resting a moment too long on her breasts. “Be careful how you speak to Father Frank, Mary Catherine, or he'll take a cane to your bare bottom!”She couldn't help but giggle. “Mary Catherine, eh? You think I'm Irish Catholic?”“I guess in Tucson it would be Maria Caterina, right?” he drawled, his thick-lashed green eyes locking onto hers in a way that took her breath away.Why had she never noticed before how extraordinarily good-looking he was?
