They walked out into the wood-paneled hallway and up the narrow stairs to the main deck. The members of the Bible Code Team were all dressed for the occasion, sipping their wine and chatting nonstop in anticipation of a relaxing evening aboard Lev’s yacht.

Alon and Nava were nursing sunburns from sitting in the upper deck pool too long, while others had escaped the sun by napping. Almost everyone had skipped lunch and all were ravenous as the smell of garlic and lemon- seasoned Mediterranean cooking mixed with the sea air and wafted from the kitchen out onto the deck. Camp had captured the hearts of the Carmela’s crew and had his own bowls of food and water inside the main salon. The little dog had claimed one of the couches and was sleeping soundly.

As everyone mingled on the back deck, the sliding glass doors to the grand salon opened and Lev stepped out with Ariella on his arm.

John gasped silently as she stood before him, a vision of pure femininity. He had never seen her in a dress before, and she looked even more gorgeous than he thought possible. She wore a knee-length white silk dress emblazoned with a red and yellow Calder-like pattern. Her long brown hair was pulled up on top of her head, and long gold earrings and light makeup highlighted her already perfect features. Her brown eyes positively beamed as she gazed at John, somehow knowing the effect she was having on him and giggling at his weak-kneed and slack- jawed response.

Dressed in a dark blue sport coat with an open white shirt, Lev led his daughter out on deck and handed her off to John. He clasped John on the back as they stood face to face for a brief, silent moment. Without saying a word, he had said it all. Welcome to the family. John’s affection for both Lev and Ariella was growing daily, and Lev’s unspoken blessing had a humbling effect on him, especially since he had only known the two of them for such a short period of time.

Night had fallen as everyone flowed into the yacht’s main dining room and gathered around the long, highly polished Koa wood table. The flickering light from the candles reflected on the faces of the guests, giving the scene a subdued aura of elegance. Ariella and John sat next to each other while Lev took his place at the head of the table with Leo to his right. A beautiful gilded chair at the far end of the long table was always left empty in memory of Lev’s late wife.

“Something smells delicious,” Leo said.

Moshe beamed from across the table. “It’s my wife’s cooking.”

“Moshe’s wife, Hadar, is actually one of the most famous chefs in Israel,” Lev said. “She always accompanies us when we sail on the yacht.”

The hungry diners could hear the sounds of a busy kitchen in the background as Daniel noticed the newest member of the group, Sarah Newton, standing shyly in the doorway. He caught her attention and motioned to the empty seat next to him.

Ariella glanced at John before looking over the table at Father Leo and giving him a conspiratorial wink. Despite the fact that Sarah’s dream was similar to their own, they had both been secretly worried that Sarah was not one of the chosen … that bringing her with them was a mistake. Their fears were finally put to rest by Daniel earlier in the day when he had discovered Sarah’s name encoded next to the word chosen in one of the books of the Old Testament.

Leo watched Sarah as she smiled at the others around the table. He was instantly struck with the realization that she truly was one of the chosen, and that could only mean that there had to be others like her out there somewhere. He filed away a mental note to discuss his theory with Lev. They needed to begin searching the Bible right away for names of those chosen by God.

In honor of their Italian destination, Hadar and the other chefs had prepared an elegant meal that began with a typical Mediterranean salad, including lettuce, tomatoes, olives, artichoke hearts, and feta cheese, drizzled with garlic-infused, lemon-scented Italian dressing. This was followed by saltimbocca alla romana, veal slices rolled with prosciutto and sage. The main course was abbacchio alla cacciatore, lamb cooked in anchovies, garlic, wine, chilies, and olive oil. The dinner was topped off by a timballo di ricotta, ricotta cheese baked in a tart with sugar, lemon, brandy, eggs, and cinnamon-Ariella’s favorite dessert.

Sitting next to Ariella, John could barely take his eyes away from her. The idea of exposing her to any more danger was weighing heavily on him. The need to protect her was strong, but he knew that she would scoff at the idea of needing to be protected. She was a strong-willed, independent woman who had once been an Israeli soldier and had faced danger as well as, or better than, most men. Falling in love with a woman like her came with a whole new set of challenges, but John was more than up to the task with a quiet strength that matched Ariella’s. Glancing at her profile, he knew that somehow they would work it all out. For now, he had to stay focused on making sure the object in the backpack beside his chair made it to Rome.

With most of the cooking done, Hadar joined Moshe at the table across from Nava and Alon. “Where did you find such a beautiful dress, Sarah?” Hadar asked.

“Yes, it is beautiful. I found it hanging in my closet this afternoon.” Sarah smiled and glanced over at Lev and Ariella. “I think there are fashion elves roaming this boat.”

John saw Ariella biting her lip to keep from laughing. “Yeah, Leo and I were wondering the same thing. How come we all have these great new clothes that just happen to fit us?”

“Oh, the clothes.” Lev threw his head back in laughter. “Ariella and the staff obtained your sizes and ordered the clothes delivered to the boat when you first arrived at the villa. I thought you would enjoy a little overnight cruise along the coast after we came out of the desert. I don’t think anyone here could have predicted the events that have happened since Leo and John arrived. It turns out that we got to take our little cruise under totally different circumstances from what I had originally planned. We didn’t know about Sarah then, but luckily, she and Ariella are about the same size. Please … accept these clothes as a gift from us to you.”

Sarah blushed as Ariella held up a glass of wine in her direction and gave her a warm smile. The rest of the table followed by raising their glasses in a toast to Lev and Ariella … who had proven, as always, to be generous and beloved hosts.

“What are our plans once we reach shore?” John asked to no one in particular.

The lively talk at the table tapered off as everyone’s eyes rotated in Leo’s direction. John had pretty much nailed what everyone else was thinking. Leo set his glass aside and folded his hands on the table.

“I don’t really have a solid plan at this point except to get the book back to the Vatican as quickly and safely as possible. It will obviously be too cumbersome and hazardous for everyone to accompany us all the way, so I think this is something we’ll be deciding on later tonight.”

Lev looked down the table at Moshe and gave him a barely perceptible nod.

Moshe twirled one end of his moustache and looked down the length of the table. “According to one of our scenarios, it may be advantageous to use as many of you as possible.”

Leo smiled with the knowledge that Moshe and Lev had probably been making plans all along based on various perceived threats. It was a generational habit all Israelis shared from living their entire lives surrounded by an enemy bent on their destruction.

Leaning back in his chair, Lev surveyed the table and took a final sip of wine. “We’re planning on holding a briefing scheduled at 5:00 AM for the entire staff. We still have some details to work out in support of the final dash to the Vatican, but all of our efforts will be to support that mission. It will be vital that everyone is prepared to do their part, no matter how small it may seem. Until then, let’s enjoy our last evening aboard and try to relax before we dock, because tomorrow will be very busy indeed.”

As the dinner slowly ebbed to a finish, everyone pushed their chairs back and filtered outside. Strolling along the main deck, they could feel the fresh sea breeze and see the twinkling lights from the Italian shore as the boat moved along the coast toward its destination.

At one of the outside tables, Leo joined Lev and Moshe who were smoking Cuban cigars obtained by the yacht’s captain in Panama the last time the boat had passed through the canal. John and Ariella were coiled up on a couch next to Camp in the salon, and Alon and Nava had retreated back to the pool on the top deck to nurse their sunburns with a bottle of champagne.

“My God,” Lev said, looking at some of the young couples cuddled up around the boat. “This yacht is starting to look like the Love Boat. I think now would be a good time to go up to the operations center.”

“Operations center?” Leo quizzed. “I must have missed that on the tour.”

“We wanted you to sleep this morning and felt that if we took you into the ops center, you’d be awake the

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