Ian had gotten impatient at one point after being badgered by a newsman, and had demanded to know if there weren’t more important stories going on in the world. With a somewhat comical frankness, the journalist replied that the world was pretty quiet just now and besides—five hundred years!
Remembering that day, Ian chuckled. “We may have lost part of the headlines today, but I caught a glimpse of that pesky reporter peering into the church, and he had his notebook. And since even a blind man could have seen how much resolution it took for your father to give you to me, I’ll bet our fifteen minutes of fame aren’t up yet.”
Michele couldn’t help but laugh, grateful that they could at last find humor in the final remnants of the feud. “I was about ready to turn around and glare at him when he finally sputtered the right answer. Jon told me later that he poked Dad in the ribs just to make sure he got his line right.”
Sobering a bit, Ian asked, “What about him and Jackie? I was surprised to see her in the church.”
“She’s still pretty shattered, and Jon’s sticking close. If she comes out of this without blaming him…then maybe they have a chance together. It’ll take time, though.” Turning in his arms, she lifted hers around his neck, smiling up at him. “And maybe…a little good fortune.”
Ian, who knew by now about the odd dream Michele had experienced while waiting for him to come home, gazed down on her lovely face and admitted silently that sometimes fortune was so astonishingly good that it had to be a little magic. Aloud, he said only, “The hand of destiny?”
“A roll of the dice, a turn of the card, a fork in the road. Maybe it was fate that my car stalled that day. Or fortune.”
“Or fortune,” Ian agreed, bending his head to kiss her.
—
In a lamplit study a considerable number of miles north of Atlanta, an old man with a full white beard and wise dark eyes sat at a massive desk. He put a file folder aside, his benign face smiling, then drew another from the stack near the blotter.
He opened the file and studied the contents, nodding to himself from time to time. A difficult case, he mused silently, his elegant hands sifting through the papers. But not impossible, of course.
Nothing was impossible.
BY KAY HOOPER
The Bishop Trilogies
Stealing Shadows
Hiding in the Shadows
Out of the Shadows
Touching Evil
Whisper of Evil
Sense of Evil
Hunting Fear
Sleeping with Fear
Blood Dreams
Blood Sins
Blood Ties
The Quinn Novels
Once a Thief
Always a Thief
Romantic Suspense
The Haunting of Josie
Amanda
After Caroline
Finding Laura
Haunting Rachel
Classic Fantasy and Romance
On Wings of Magic
C.J.’s Fate
Something Different
Pepper’s Way
If There Be Dragons
Illegal Possession
Larger than Life
Time after Time
In Serena’s Web
Raven on the Wing
Rafferty’s Wife
Zach’s Law
The Fall of Lucas Kendrick
Unmasking Kelsey
Outlaw Derek
Shades of Gray
Captain’s Paradise
It Takes a Thief
Aces High
Golden Threads
The Glass Shoe
What Dreams May Come
Through the Looking Glass
The Lady and the Lion
Star-Crossed Lovers
The Wizard of Seattle
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KAY HOOPER is the award-winning author of Sleeping with Fear, Hunting Fear, Chill of Fear, Touching Evil, Whisper of Evil, Sense of Evil, Once a Thief, Always a Thief, the Shadows trilogy, and other novels. She lives in North Carolina, where she is at work on her next book.
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