and the car not starting, all things linked together, part of a larger plan.
For her.
And what about him? How would he fit into that plan?
He wouldn’t. He’d done the decent thing tonight, she suspected because his training would allow him to do nothing else.
By tomorrow, he would be part of her history, somebody she could nod to when she passed him on the street.
There had been mile-high barriers in that man’s cool eyes, and she felt no desire to try and penetrate that mystery.
But even if she did decide to try and fulfill that ridiculous condition placed on her gift, she would never pick a man like him. She wanted someone sweet and kind. Someone who would make a good father for her daughter.
A little pudgy fellow with glasses, who took lunch in a paper bag to his office.
Upstairs, she heard the groan of a bedspring, and felt the oddest little stir in her stomach. A stir that a little pudgy fellow with glasses would never be able to create.
Which was just as well. That stir, she knew, led to nothing but trouble.
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