by Rebecca York
“Carter Frederick’s dead,” Rachel breathed.
“Unless this is another police scam.”
“Why would they…?”
She shrugged, then made a small sound. Not wanting anyone to hear their conversation, she continued silently. I guess he went to the bad place.
Probably where he belongs.
He was scared of what was going to happen to him.
You don’t feel sorry for him, do you?
I can’t help it. He was so frightened.
Not frightened enough not to try and shoot a cop the first chance he got.
They left their visitor’s badges on the counter and stepped into the twilight.
Where are we going? Rachel asked.
To the apartment I mentioned.
They were each lost in their own thoughts as they walked back to the heart of the French Quarter. The entrance to the apartment was around back, and as they reached the stairway leading upward, Rachel realized that she hadn’t heard much of what Jake was thinking.
You’re learning to block me, she said.
I think you did it at the hospital before we got to Evelyn’s room.
I was trying.
It’s a good skill to have in the long run.
They walked up the back stairs to the apartment. The key was on the top of the door frame, and when they stepped inside, Rachel saw the place was beautifully furnished with antiques that must have come from the shop below.
She breathed out a little sigh as Jake closed the door behind them.
“I’d like to say we’re safe,” Jake said. “But what I said before still counts. We’ve got to stay in hiding until the situation with the clinic is resolved.”
“It will be. Maybe not this week,” Rachel murmured.
“How do you know?”
“The same intuition that made me think that Evelyn Morgan was alive and in that hospital room.”
“Nice to be able to sense the future.”
“Actually it’s strange to have a sense of my own future. I never did before.”
“You mean you didn’t know we were destined for each other?”
“I would have been a lot happier if I had.”
Yeah. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. I love you. I want to marry you, have a life with you.
Oh, Jake!
He lowered his mouth to hers for a passionate kiss.
“How long will we have to stay in hiding?” he asked when they finally came up for air.
“Get me a deck of tarot cards, and maybe I can tell you,” she answered, gathering him close, still amazed that she and this fantastic man were together.
Would they have been, without Evelyn Morgan?
She was beginning to think so. She and Jake would have found each other, and she was sure others from the project would do the same.
What would happen when they connected as she and Jake had? Would they turn out like Tanya and Mickey, or would they be friends? She longed to know, but that information was beyond her.
We’d better be cautious if we meet any more of them, Jake advised.
Yes.
She turned her mind back to Jake, the man she loved. The man she had thought she would never find. But here they were, in each other’s arms. With the rest of their lives stretching before them.
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ISBN: 9781459219694
Copyright © 2012 by Ruth Glick
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