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Miriam, Jude, Sabrina, Monty, Angel and the other Saints, some with dates, rounded out the group. The wedding reception would take place at Bethany’s Mountville wedding venue and Angel was providing the gourmet cupcakes in place of the traditional cake. The men could care less about the venue, but knew that Bart’s wealthy family would spring for great food and free-flowing alcohol. Chad tried to keep his attention on the Saints’ conversations but to no avail. Dani had his full attention.
Faith, sitting next to him with Bart on the other side, leaned over. “I see you’re staring at the beautiful woman over there. I sense she’s someone important.”
Chad looked down at the dark-haired beauty and smiled. “An old friend, you might say.”
“I think she’s more than that.”
Chad stared at Faith, wondering what she saw. Her gift of sight had helped them before on a case and, while she never exploited it, they all learned it was important to listen to her. Sighing, he said, “Yeah, Faith. She was the proverbial one who got away. Or, rather, I let get away. It doesn’t matter anymore, I’m afraid. She married someone else and is now a widow, but it didn’t end well for us.”
“Her eyes keep glancing this way, so I wonder why that is, if she has no interest in you,” Faith added. “Perhaps you just need to try harder.”
Nodding slowly, he agreed, but had no idea what that trying harder would entail. He jolted when Faith put her hand on his arm and realized she had been speaking again. “I’m sorry, Faith. I must be preoccupied.”
She laughed gently. “I could tell.” Her face sobered as she leaned in, “I sense danger around her, Chad.” Her face scrunched in thought as she rubbed her forehead. “Or at least…risk.”
By now, the other Saints were listening intently to their conversation. Bart had his arm around his fiancé, pulling her close, recognizing the headaches that appeared after the images took hold of her mind.
Chad jerked his head around, staring at Dani once more, her gaze back on her date. Danger? Risk? The idea that Dani could be at risk resonated through him. If Adam had been involved in something…fuck what am I saying? But if he was, would that now put Dani in jeopardy?
Miriam’s voice pierced his thoughts as the other Saints sat quietly. “I think she may need a friend…now more than ever, Chad. And there’s no friend like an old friend.” Cam also threw his arm around his wife as her words moved over the group.
Chad asked, “What makes you think she needs a friend, Miriam?”
“There’s just a look about her. And even though there could be lots of reasons, I do notice she’s drinking water at what appears to be a celebration.”
“Huh?” Chad looked over at Miriam in confusion.
She glanced down at the drink in front of her. Water. When everyone else was drinking alcohol. Then her hand moved over her pregnant belly as Cam’s hand landed there as well.
Once more staring at Dani, the idea she could be pregnant slammed into him. Oh, God. If she’s a pregnant widow, she does need help. She does need me…or at least I want her to need me. Sucking in a deep breath before letting it out slowly, he pushed his seat back. No more avoidance. We’re gonna talk. And we’re doing it tonight. Standing, he bent to kiss the top of Faith’s head, then winked at Miriam. With a nod to the rest of the group, he turned and stalked over to Dani’s table.
Stopping next to the breathtaking woman, his heart pounding, he called out, “Dani?”
She jumped at the sound of her name from right next to her. She had convinced herself Chad was ignoring her the way she was attempting to ignore him. Plastering a smile on her face, she turned toward him. “Chad,” she said in a voice that indicated her politeness was a pretense.
“We need to talk, Dani.” He hated the way his words sounded curt, but was not about to back down now. Not this time.
A flare of anger shot through
Faith, sitting next to him with Bart on the other side, leaned over. “I see you’re staring at the beautiful woman over there. I sense she’s someone important.”
Chad looked down at the dark-haired beauty and smiled. “An old friend, you might say.”
“I think she’s more than that.”
Chad stared at Faith, wondering what she saw. Her gift of sight had helped them before on a case and, while she never exploited it, they all learned it was important to listen to her. Sighing, he said, “Yeah, Faith. She was the proverbial one who got away. Or, rather, I let get away. It doesn’t matter anymore, I’m afraid. She married someone else and is now a widow, but it didn’t end well for us.”
“Her eyes keep glancing this way, so I wonder why that is, if she has no interest in you,” Faith added. “Perhaps you just need to try harder.”
Nodding slowly, he agreed, but had no idea what that trying harder would entail. He jolted when Faith put her hand on his arm and realized she had been speaking again. “I’m sorry, Faith. I must be preoccupied.”
She laughed gently. “I could tell.” Her face sobered as she leaned in, “I sense danger around her, Chad.” Her face scrunched in thought as she rubbed her forehead. “Or at least…risk.”
By now, the other Saints were listening intently to their conversation. Bart had his arm around his fiancé, pulling her close, recognizing the headaches that appeared after the images took hold of her mind.
Chad jerked his head around, staring at Dani once more, her gaze back on her date. Danger? Risk? The idea that Dani could be at risk resonated through him. If Adam had been involved in something…fuck what am I saying? But if he was, would that now put Dani in jeopardy?
Miriam’s voice pierced his thoughts as the other Saints sat quietly. “I think she may need a friend…now more than ever, Chad. And there’s no friend like an old friend.” Cam also threw his arm around his wife as her words moved over the group.
Chad asked, “What makes you think she needs a friend, Miriam?”
“There’s just a look about her. And even though there could be lots of reasons, I do notice she’s drinking water at what appears to be a celebration.”
“Huh?” Chad looked over at Miriam in confusion.
She glanced down at the drink in front of her. Water. When everyone else was drinking alcohol. Then her hand moved over her pregnant belly as Cam’s hand landed there as well.
Once more staring at Dani, the idea she could be pregnant slammed into him. Oh, God. If she’s a pregnant widow, she does need help. She does need me…or at least I want her to need me. Sucking in a deep breath before letting it out slowly, he pushed his seat back. No more avoidance. We’re gonna talk. And we’re doing it tonight. Standing, he bent to kiss the top of Faith’s head, then winked at Miriam. With a nod to the rest of the group, he turned and stalked over to Dani’s table.
Stopping next to the breathtaking woman, his heart pounding, he called out, “Dani?”
She jumped at the sound of her name from right next to her. She had convinced herself Chad was ignoring her the way she was attempting to ignore him. Plastering a smile on her face, she turned toward him. “Chad,” she said in a voice that indicated her politeness was a pretense.
“We need to talk, Dani.” He hated the way his words sounded curt, but was not about to back down now. Not this time.
A flare of anger shot through
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