She stopped and placed a hand on his arm. "They don't think we had anything to do with it, do they?"
"I asked the same question. No, they knew Dykes was in on it, not us. Evidently they've had their eye on Dykes every since he started being a courier for Sal."
She nodded. "Dykes told me some of what was going. Evidently all those mechanical and weather problems were a ruse to cover his deliveries." She ran her fingers through her hair. "God, what a mess this has turned out to be. I sure hope it's over."
Jack patted her arm. "It's over, all right. What's left of Sal's men are in custody, the DEA guys have all the drugs, and as soon as they get everything they need for evidence, they're out of here. In a couple of days, our lives can get back to normal."
She snorted derisively. "Yeah. Right, Jack. When has our life ever been normal? If it's not ghosts bothering us, it's drug runners trying to use the old slave tunnel to hide narcotics. Do you ever think our life will be quote, unquote, normal?"
He wrapped one arm around her shoulder as they started up the stairs. "I don't know, baby. After all that's happened, I'm not even sure I want to stay in the bed and breakfast business."
She nestled closer to him. "I know what you mean. I thought having this plantation would be the dream of a lifetime come true. Instead, all it's brought us is sorrow, fear, and pain. I can't help wondering if we're not meant to own this house. Maybe everything that's happened is God's way of telling us we're not supposed to be here."
He released her as they entered the bedroom. "Well, it's not a decision we have to make right now. We have all the time in the world to think about it; we can decide what to do later."
She nodded. "Yeah." A mental image of her and Jack, walking hand-in-hand with a red-headed little girl flashed through her mind, followed by Sadie's final words. Had she, by some miracle, managed to conceive a child? Could that be the reason she'd felt nauseated in the plane? A feeling of joy, unlike anything she'd ever felt, soared through her entire being as the answer to her question came to her. She and Jack would have a child, a beautiful, red-headed little girl. Should she tell him? No, better not get his hopes up. Besides, he probably wouldn't believe her if she told him Sadie'd given her the power to see a glimpse of the future. A small, knowing smile spread across her lips. "Somehow, I get the distinct feeling that tomorrow will take care of itself. And, thanks to Sadie, we'll be here to greet it."
He paused, watching the span of emotions cross her face. "You sure about that?"
Her smile turned into a lopsided grin. "Oh yeah. I'm sure. Real sure."
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