“I’m happy you’ve chosen to stay in Destiny.” Thelonious took a step away, then paused. “Would you like to learn what happened to those you left behind in your life? Your job, Mike, any of them?”
Ava waved as her son exited the bank, a purple lollipop in hand. He sat on a bench with his escort, apparently content to chatter on as if the boy was his best friend. She thought about her past, the one she’d lived before meeting Sam, in what seemed like two lifetimes ago. It didn’t matter anymore. She’d started over. She’d moved on. “You can keep that knowledge to yourself. I don’t want to know.”
“Very well. Enjoy your time in Destiny. I’m very grateful you’ve stayed on and worked with us.” She did a bit of marketing here and there for various business owners, ever since she’d found she had a knack for that sort of thing. Plus, she worked in the Visitor Center on the days when Sam Jr. was in school. Thelonious continued along the sidewalk until he vanished from sight, straight into thin air as was his wont.
“Time is a funny thing.” Shaking her head, Ava strolled in her son’s direction. If she’d never met Sam, she wouldn’t have her little boy. He was her greatest success and the dearest thing in her life. She’d traveled backward and found love, only to be sent forward and have it waiting for her the whole time. “I guess timing really is everything.”
As the sun gleamed on Sam Jr.’s curls, her heart gave a lurch and warmth seeped through her body. You were right all along, wolf-girl. Destiny is where we belong.
Thanks to that GPS unit. Her wolf ran in circles, chasing her tail, clearly ecstatic.
“Maybe.”
“It is, Ava. On days like these you can really feel that spring is right around the corner.” He tucked a deposit envelope into an inside pocket of his leather jacket. “I’m going to the opening of that new bistro at the other end of town this weekend. Maybe I’ll see you there?”
A tingle slid down her spine. “Maybe you will.”
Finn nodded. “Well, have a good one.”
Ava watched him leave with questions in her mind and curiosity in her heart. What kind of being was he, and why did it intrigue her?
Now that’s a mystery I wouldn’t mind unraveling, her wolf put in. We could use a little mattress time in our immediate future.
One day at a time, wolf-girl.
“Mama,” her son whined. “You’re hugging me too tight. Let me go.” He wiggled in her hold.
“Not for a while yet. All in good time.”
About the Author
Sandra is a writer of romantic fiction. Her portfolio includes historical, contemporary, sci-fi, and paranormal romances in full-length books as well as shorts and novellas. No matter if the heat level is spicy or sweet, she loves to blend genres and oftentimes will add humor to the mix.
When not immersed in creating new worlds and engaging characters, Sandra likes to read, bake, taste new teas, watch The Big Bang Theory as well as Finding Bigfoot, and travel. Her favorite place to spend vacation hours is Walt Disney World: it’s where dreams come true and the soul can play. When she’s not writing, she’s keeping things interesting at her Believing is Seeing blog or spending time with her husband, who patiently answers questions she has about men, sci-fi-related subjects, and the odd “what if.”
Sandra loves to hear from her readers. You can write to her at sandrasookoo@yahoo.com, visit her website at www.sandrasookoo.com, or look her up on Facebook and Twitter. All links are provided on the front page of her website.
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