“Although…” he said, his voice trailing off.
“What?”
“I’d like to consult now and then as an investigator. Maybe privately, maybe for the cops. Then there’s that mysterious mind of yours….”
“My mind? I heard you calling to me when my eyes were closed,” she told him solemnly.
He smiled. “I heard you calling to me. In my heart.”
And so they began to heal.
Roger and Jordan remained good friends, supporting each other through the barrage of media attention.
Jassy married Jimmy so they could converse happily about police work and body parts whenever they wanted.
Kaila and Dan renewed their marriage vows, and Kaila started modeling on a part-time basis.
Darryl married Lindy.
The movie rights to Trent’s book sold for a million dollars, and everyone expected the book itself to become a bestseller.
Madison still modeled and sang. Kyle took out some of the dive trips himself, but he hired people so he could be dive master when he wanted to be and lie in the sun when he didn’t.
Six months after the incident, they were all beginning to find their lives again.
Now as Madison walked toward the boat, she saw Kyle standing on the deck, reading the newspaper. He was in dark sunglasses and cutoff denims. His bronzed chest was bare, as were his feet. His dark hair was lifted by the breeze, and Madison decided, stopping to stare at him, that he wasn’t just the man she loved, he was gorgeous.
She was smiling as she approached the boat.
He sensed her coming, looked up and hopped out to help her in.
She wasn’t quite six months pregnant, but she was as round as a tub.
“Well?” he asked her.
“Carrie Anne is going to be with Darryl and Lindy for three days. They’re going to Disney World.”
“That’s great. She’ll have a really good time. And…?”
She smiled.
“Come on, this is torture! I should have made you reschedule your appointment when I couldn’t get out of my meeting with the Board of Tourism.”
“Is it?”
“Madison, boy or girl?”
“Boy.”
“Wow!”
“And girl.”
“Madison!” His voice held a warning growl.
She ignored it, kissing his lips. “Both, my love. One of each. Twins.”
He sat down hard by the helm.
Then he drew her onto his lap and kissed her, very tenderly.
“Can you read my mind right now?” he whispered.
She shook her head.
“Good. You’d get all bigheaded and uppity.”
She laughed. “Why?”
“Because I was thinking how much I love you. And that you’re the most stunning pregnant woman in the entire world.”
“Can you read my mind?” she asked him.
He shook his head. “No. Why, are you thinking that you love me and I’m a stunning pregnant father, as well?”
She shook her head solemnly. “No, I was thinking it’s a good thing you married me, because I must have gotten pregnant the first time we fooled around.”
He started to laugh, lifting her up—and heading for their cabin.
“Actually…”
“Yes?”
“You are pretty stunning,” she told him.
He smiled and carried her down the narrow steps.
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IF LOOKS COULD KILL
Copyright © 1997 by Heather Graham Pozzessere.
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