Storm Warning (24 page)
He kissed her, wrapped his arms around her. It wouldn’t be an easy road, but they’d get there. They’d protect each other from ghosts and demons, bitter old men and loneliness.
They’d make it work.
Two months later, Sorcha knelt on a blanket beside her father’s grave. Weak sunshine caressed her cheek, and a slight breeze tangled her hair and pulled down an intricate curl from the top of her head. The earth smelled fresh and cold and clean after overnight snow and a hard frost.
Iain Logan’s ghost had disappeared the same night Robbie died, as if his job was finally over. She swallowed tightly. She missed her father, especially today, but figured she’d meet up with him eventually. She’d donated his money to a drug rehabilitation program—figured it was the least she could do under the circumstances.
The voices, her guides, still spoke to her, though she had more control now. The more she learned about her gifts, the less strange she felt. She was living a normal life, albeit with spirit guides—like guardian angels—watching over her.
Ben placed a warm hand on her shoulder, squeezed and smiled down at her with those heart-melting black eyes. He wore a charcoal three-piece suit and looked incredible. Careful of her dress, she let him help her up. Took a single long-stemmed rose from her bouquet and placed it beneath her father’s angel. Then she turned to look at the wedding party, a mix of scientists and law enforcement, all pretending not to watch.
Uncle Davy. Poor, poor Uncle Davy. The wrinkles on his face were deeper, although some of the stress had lifted since his retirement. Ewan McKnight was doing his best to make Carolyn laugh. Her injuries had healed, but despite the smile she wore, Sorcha doubted she was over her ordeal. Nick Archer had his arm wrapped around a pregnant-looking professor. Kevin acted more subdued now his addiction had been revealed. He’d only narrowly survived his own near-death experience.
One other very special lady was also in attendance.
Ben’s mother stood with her hands clasped in front of her. A timid woman, but Sorcha wondered if Ben recognized the strength contained within that slight frame.
He took her hand, rubbed her new ring between his thumb and forefinger, and kissed her. She kissed him back and heard bells ringing. Not all of them were outside her head.
Toni Anderson is a former marine biologist who conducted her Ph.D. at the Gatty Marine Laboratory in St. Andrews, Fife, Scotland. She was born and raised in the UK, but now lives in the harsh but beautiful Canadian prairies with her husband and two children, living about as far from the ocean as possible. Her stories are set in the stunning locations where she’s been lucky enough to live and work—the blustery east coast of Scotland, the remote, isolated mining communities of Northern Labrador, the rugged landscapes of the U.S. and the Red Center of Australia. She escapes the long brutal winters by writing romantic mystery and suspense stories.
For hobbies she loves traveling, photography, painting, drawing and walking—especially on the beach with a big hairy mutt splashing in the shallows.
Toni’s first romantic suspense,
Her Sanctuary,
was released in 2009. Readers can sign up for her newsletter on her website, http://tonianderson.shawwebspace.ca, plus, you can become a fan of her books or add her as a friend on Facebook.
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