“When would I have had time to get a ring?” said Jase with a shake of his head and a laugh.
“I don’t know, I’ve been on a painkiller high for twenty-four hours!” she said.
“Don’t worry, beautiful, you won’t be waiting long for that,” he said. He opened her hand and dropped into it her mother’s rosewood-beaded rosary. “They found this in the van that snatched you. Henry said it was yours.”
Maggie gasped and closed her hand tightly. In the chaos of the kidnapping, she hadn’t even noticed the rosary fall out of her pocket. She looked at Jase with a teary smile. She felt too overwhelmed to speak.
Jase returned the smile and put a gentle hand on her head, smoothing her hair. “I never did get you that coffee.”
She cleared her throat. “That sounds nice,” said Maggie. “I think I’ll stay right here this time.”
Jase laughed. He bent and gave her a kiss. “I wouldn’t mind if you were in that bed every time I came looking.”
He headed down the hall towards the kitchen and Maggie called after him, “Like you’re that lucky!” She heard him chuckle to himself.
Maggie sunk into the warm softness of Jase’s bed and clenched her mother’s rosary tightly in her palm. It was probably all in her fuzzy mind, but she thought the beads felt hot under her touch. She listened to the sounds of Jase in the kitchen, the soft chirping of the summer birds outside the window, the faraway hum of tractors on the farmland.
Safe, loved, and warm, Maggie realized, in that moment, that her life had become better than any daydream she could conjure. Henry had said she only need find hands that can handle her. There was no question—if there ever had been—whose hands she needed.
It was only Jase who tamed the fire in her heart.
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