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that continued unabated in the front yard. Protecting yourself. Now there was a motive she could relate to. Perhaps she and McCall weren't so incompatible after all. |
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An image came to her of McCall at twelve, alone, orphaned, frightened. She wanted to take that child in her arms and comfort him. Hell, why didn't she admit it? She wanted to take the man into her arms and do the same thing. |
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D.J.'s throat thickened, and she swallowed against the unaccustomed well of feelings. Early senility had set in for sure. Ever since she'd met Josie her emotions had become increasingly hard to bury. After the angel had put that stupid dream into her head about a family and children D.J. had found herself craving those two things in the dead of night. Ever since McCall had dragged her to his damned day-care center and the sweet little girl had fallen asleep against her chest, D.J.'s arms had ached to hold a sleeping child once more. |
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D.J. looked away from the window and caught Josie's gaze upon her. The angel had tears in her eyes. Josie smiled gently, then crossed the space separating them and cupped D.J.'s cheek in her hand. D.J. stifled a sudden, inexplicable urge to throw herself into Josie's arms and sob. Instead she whispered, "What's the matter, Josie?" |
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"Nothing. I was just thinking how much I'll miss you once I'm gone." She took her hand away from D.J.'s cheek and turned away, brushing the back of her hand across her own cheek. |
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"I'll miss you too." D.J. surprised herself with her answer. She was even more surprised to find she |
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