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Authors: Janet Tronstad
“But what about the children I can't have?”
“We have the twins. If we want more children, we can adopt.”
“And what about Susie?” Glory couldn't help asking. “On Christmas Day I saw you looking at her picture and crying.”
Matthew smiled. “I was crying for all the anger toward God I've carried inside me because of Susie. Seeing that gun pointed at you that nightâwith me being unable to save youâbrought everything back. Feeling so helpless. But it was you I was crying for. Susie doesn't make me cry anymore.”
“Really?”
Matthew nodded. “Really.”
They looked into each other's eyes for a minute. The restaurant was filled with candlelight and the sound of soft music.
“You're sure?” Glory asked again.
Matthew nodded. “I'm sure.”
Glory studied him some more. “Really?”
Matthew grinned. “Finish your chicken so I can take you someplace and convince you I'm seriously in love with you.”
Glory smiled and rose from the table. “I'm not really that hungry, after all.”
“Me neither.”
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The waiter insisted on boxing up their dinners to go. He didn't seem surprised about their decision to leave early. He said it happened quite often on Valentine's Day.
The limousine chauffeur didn't find it odd that they returned after just twenty minutes, either. He merely suggested a drive around to look at the lights of Seattle. Matthew told him to make it a very long driveâmaybe over to Puget Soundâand Glory couldn't have agreed more. After all, Matthew had promised to tell her, in detail, why he really, really loved her. And she was going to do the same.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-7215-0
AN ANGEL FOR DRY CREEK
Copyright © 1999 by Janet Tronstad
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