me most about you is that that doesn’t seem to be happening for you. This is your time to do what you want, succeed where you wish, choose your own path. It’s what I did with your father…and I was so glad I didn’t hesitate because he and I got shortchanged out of a good thirty more years. You deserve the same the thing, with whoever or wherever or whatever you love.”
Tears pricked. “I’m not sure why I haven’t figured this all out until now. I’m a reporter—you’d think I could get to the bottom of my own life.”
“Things are not always so easy and clear.” Her mother reached over and covered Mels’s hand. “These last few years have been really hard. But I’m building my own place in this world…and I think you need to do the same.”
“You are so right.” Mels brushed her cheeks and laughed a little. “You know what I’ve been working on these last few months?”
“Tell me.”
“An article on missing persons. I haven’t gotten anywhere with it—after hours and hours at my desk, staring at the statistics, tracking down the sources, questioning and requestioning everything, I’m no closer than any of the other journalists to what the real story is.”
“Maybe you’ll find the answers eventually, though?”
Mels met her mother’s eyes. “I think I should have been looking into the mirror, instead. It’s going to sound weird, but…since he died, I’ve been missing in my own life. I don’t know if that makes sense?”
“Of course it does. The two of you were peas in a pod—I’m sure you know this, but he was so proud of you.”
“It’s funny…growing up, I always wondered if he wouldn’t have preferred a son.”
“Oh, not at all. He wanted you. He used to say you were the perfect child for him. Nothing made him prouder and happier than you did, and that was among the main reasons I loved him so. That father/daughter bond? It’s so important, and I should know. I was a daddy’s girl—I wanted that for you, too, and you had it with him. I only wish it had been for longer.”
“God, I love you, Mom.” Mels jerked up from the chair and went around. Falling to her knees, she put her arms around the woman. “I love you so much.”
As she felt herself get held in return, she thought that, of all the days when she needed this, today was it.
In the sunshine, in the kitchen, in the embrace of a mother she had never thought she would understand, she realized that her father wasn’t the only awesome one in the family—and she had a terrible sense that if he hadn’t died, this moment might never have happened.
Kind of made her think about that whole God-doesn’t-close-a-door-without-opening-a-window thing.
Mels eased back and wiped under her eyes again. “Well. There you go.”
Her mom smiled. “Your father used to say that.”
“Was he as good to you as he was to me?”
“Every bit as wonderful. Your father is one in a million—and his death didn’t change that. Never will.”
Mels rose to her feet. “I, ah, I made coffee a while ago. Would you like some?”
“Yes, please.”
When Mels turned away for the coffee pot and the cupboard, she thought at least all was not lost. As devastated as she was about Matthias, this gave her a measure of peace.
And set her to thinking about where she was at.
She might not have found all those missing persons, but she was through being lost in her own life.
Chapter Forty-seven
Back downtown at the Marriott, Adrian had had a front row seat for the reporter’s departure: sitting out in the corridor, he’d watched as the woman took off from Matthias’s hotel room, her I’m-outta-here gait a pretty clear indication that she was not a happy camper.
Annnnd the gun in her hand was another dead giveaway.
Looked like he’d given up his sex life for nothing.
As she’d stepped into an elevator, Adrian went to jump to his feet—and for the first time in his life, he didn’t go instant vertical.
His body just refused to work right, the pain in his leg joints slowing him down, his lack of depth perception creating a wonky balance problem—
“What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Ad glanced across to the left. Jim had arrived in all his glory—or, in this case, all his grunge. The guy appeared to have been pulled through a rosebush ass-backward, his hair sticking out, his clothes wrinkled, the bags under his eyes big enough to pack a family vacation in.
The other angel froze the second their stares met. “What have you done.”
Ad let the guy draw his own conclusions. The math was pretty simple—and hey, check it, Jim was getting the solution: His head slowly turned to the door to Matthias’s room.
“He’s whole?”
“You said she was the key—so I made it possible for him to get a little closer. So to speak.”
Ad rubbed the nape of his neck and braced himself for a lecture, or maybe some fireworks. Frankly, he just didn’t have the energy for any more drama.
“Are you okay?” Jim asked roughly.
“Yeah, just a little stiff—and the lack of depth perception can be overcome. I’ll still be good to go on the field—”
“I don’t give a shit about the fighting. I want to know if you’re all right. Is it permanent?”
Adrian blinked. “Ah, probably.”
“Jesus…” The guy looked back over at the hotel room door. “You really took one for the team.”
The admiration and respect in the angel’s voice made Ad stare at his combat boots. “Don’t get all excited—it didn’t work.”
“What do you mean?”
“She left here about a minute and a half ago—and not to get some bagels and lox and a copy of the
“Shit.” Jim cleared his throat. “Well, I talked with Devina. Told her to lay off the reporter.”
“How’d that go?”
As the other angel crossed his arms over his chest and thinned out his mouth, Adrian thought, oh, fuck….
“You were with her again, weren’t you,” he said in a dead voice.
Jim cleared his throat. “I was angry—so was she. It just…you know, happened.”
“Well, guess that’s one way of arguing. Who won?”
“Not a win/lose sitch.”
Ad wasn’t so sure about that. “Where’s the bitch now?”
“I don’t know.”
As the guy glanced down at the elevator like he was worried about Matthias’s female, Ad nodded. “Go check on Mels—I’ll keep an eye on Prince Charming.”
“I won’t be far.”
“Take your time. I got this.” Unsheathing his crystal dagger, he held it up so that the transparent blade caught the light. “Trust me.”
Jim hesitated. “Call if you need me.”
“I won’t, but I will.”
Cue the poof! and Heron was gone.
Adrian limped to the door, rapped with his knuckles, and then opened the way in. Matthias was yanking some pants on, and he froze in midpull.
