When the Dead Speak (1st Sam Casey Mystery)
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Abby hugged him and laughed. “But Jacob, you WERE my choice.”
Puzzled, he thought back to the strange visions he had of Sam when he was in the whirlpool, the all-consuming love that seemed to mushroom overnight.
“You mean that my feelings for Sam aren’t real?”
“Of course they are. But there was so much animosity between the two of you at first that I didn’t think you’d ever get to know each other. So I just had you see each other through my eyes, to see the good points. The spirits took over from there.”
“I just wish Sam and I had been able to talk. We left a lot of things unsaid. When she remembers the last argument we had ...” Jake gave a hopeless shrug. “I don’t know if she’s going to be very happy with this arrangement.”
“She has no choice in the matter.”
“Everyone has a choice, Abby. Besides, she’s very headstrong.”
“Ahh, yes.” Abby entwined her arm through his as they continued their walk to the curb. “But who do you think she got it from?”
Abby knew fate always wins out. When she had touched Jake’s scars that day, she saw more than just his pained childhood. She saw children, all blond-haired. Some with blue eyes so bright they seemed to glow. And some with soft brown, the color of doeskin.
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Author’s Note:
For more information on books, essays, and short stories written by S.D. Tooley/Lee Driver, visit her at www.sdtooley.com