Just Like Heaven

by Barbara Bretton

  He tapped on the window and the glass whirred down softly. “Give me a minute,” he said to his friend. “I have to make a call.”

  Anton nodded and the glass window whirred back up.

  Tommy picked up on the first ring. “Did you see her?”

  “I saw her. I presented the proposal and she signed on the dotted line. She’ll be at the Taj Mahal on the twenty-ninth for Flash’s party.”

  There was a moment’s hesitation, then Tommy cleared his throat. “And—?”

  Finn thought about her quick laughter, the flashes of temper, the unexpectedly familiar green eyes with the flecks of gold. The capable hands with the odd little quirk to the right ring finger. Only one other person on earth shared that ring finger jog.

  He would recommend they go the DNA route because he was a lawyer and he was trained to cross every t and dot every i, but the results would only prove what he already knew in his gut to be fact.

  “Better sit down, Tommy,” he said. “I think this time we found you a daughter.”