Cinderella's Big Sky Groom (20 page)

“Child…” Winona clucked her tongue sadly.

“Well, six is what I've got. It's going to have to do.” Lynn lighted the candles. Then she and Lily Mae sat down again.

Winona hugged the red shoe some more.

But it was no good.

“I'm sorry,” the psychic said. “So sorry, about this—”

“Wait.” Lynn jumped up again. “Please. Stay
right there. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in twenty minutes, I promise you.” She scooped her purse from an end table and raced for the door.

She drove straight to the school, left her Blazer running in the bus lane and dashed to her classroom.

The shopping bag was waiting, on her desk, where the janitor must have set it when he was cleaning the room. She grabbed it and ran out again.

 

“Oh, no,” she muttered to herself when she swung back into her driveway. “Ross.”

The black Mercedes SUV gleamed in the afternoon sun, right there at her curb.

She didn't need his presence right now. She loved him with all that was in her to love, but, oh, not right now. Right now she simply couldn't afford to see the skepticism in those beautiful dark eyes.

With a tiny, distressed moan, she scooped up the bag and leaned on her door handle.

They were all there, in the living room. Lily Mae and Winona. And Ross.

And they all shook their heads at her when she walked in.

She glared at Ross. “If you stay, you had better not say a word.”

Lily Mae actually chuckled. “I think she means it.”

He sucked in a breath, then nodded.

“Not a peep,” Lynn insisted.

He nodded again.

“Fine, then. Sit over there.”

He dropped to the free end of the sofa, down from Lily Mae.

Lynn took the second red shoe from the bag. “Wi
nona, this is the shoe that was missing, that morning when you picked me up. I thought—”

“I understand, child. Sit down.” Lynn took the vacant chair. “Now.” Winona snapped her fingers. “The shoe.”

Her heart pounding triple time, Lynn handed it over.

Winona clutched the shoe close. “Hmm,” she said. “Hmmmmm…” The wrinkled eyelids drooped shut. She rocked back and forth.

On the table before them the candle flames rose up, shrank down, and then rose up again, higher than before.

Joy surged through Lynn, hot and bright, fierce and triumphant. It was happening. It was working….

That humming sound went on, seeming to come from Winona but not from Winona. Sounding like the pines in the wind, like a song remembered, but not quite known.

Lynn waited, perched there on the edge of her chair—she waited for the words. The words that would tell her, would tell all of them, where to find Sara.

Finally the words came.

“Babies. Two babies. A woman starting over and the little bird who sings. A man who seeks the lost one…a man of healing hands. A child returned. In silence, holly in her hair. And a father…a father returning, as well. A father seeking answers. Seeking truth. And finding…love. The love he thought lost to him. The love that still lives…in the heart of a woman, who waits now, but not for him…” Winona's eyelids fluttered open. She turned her head, looked at Lynn, looked
through
Lynn. The candle
flames gleamed in those fathomless eyes, pinpoints of golden light.

“Trust,” Winona chanted. “Believe. Wait. All will be answered. Take this love that is given you, diamond-bright. For it
is
magic. The only true magic we have in this world…”

Winona sighed. Her eyelids fluttered down again. The candle flames flickered. Then, as one, they went out.

Winona said in a clear, very alert-sounding voice, “Open the curtains, child. It's too dark in here.”

“Stay put, honey,” said Lily Mae. She popped up in a jingling of jewelry and drew back the drapes.

Lynn leaned toward Winona. “But…what did it
mean?
”

Winona was smiling, a bright, wide-awake smile. “If I knew that, I'd know everything, wouldn't I?”

“Oh, I should have taped it, shouldn't I? How will we remember it all, to tell Sterling and Rafe?”

“Don't worry,” said Winona. She tapped a finger to her temple. “I have it all. Right here. It's still quite clear. Every word of it. It's usually like that, for an hour or two after the event.”

“You have to talk to—”

“Yes. I know.” Winona stood. “Come along, Lily Mae. We must pay a visit to the sheriff's office right away.”

 

Moments later, only Ross and Lynn remained in the living room, with the winter sun streaming in through the front windows and the faint smell of candle smoke hanging in the air. Lynn's two red shoes stood near the candles, side by side. A matched pair again, at last.

Ross spoke softly. “Believe,” he said. “And trust.”

She nodded. “I heard her. I truly did. And she did say again that Sara would be returned, didn't she? Oh, Ross. Tell me that was what she said.”

He stood. “Yes. She did say it.”

In her heart, Winona's chant echoed.
A child returned. In silence, holly in her hair…

Ross said, “I love you, Lynn.”

There it was. Joy. Moving through her once more, banishing all doubt. “I'm so glad.”

“I want it settled between us. I was sitting in my office, working over the Kincaid Trust, and it suddenly occurred to me that I had something to do that just couldn't wait. I had to go back to my house. And get this.” He reached into the pocket of his beautiful brown cashmere jacket and pulled out the small black velvet case.

Lynn stared at it, cradled there in his tanned hand.
A ring and a lie,
she thought,
A lie that brings truth…

“Give me your hand.”

She closed the distance between them. He opened the case, took out that big two-carat diamond he'd insisted they buy. He set the little box on the coffee table. Then he slid the diamond onto her hand.

“I said I didn't know what love was.” His deep voice caught. He swallowed, then went on. “And I didn't. Until you. Please. Wear this ring. Wear it for real. And forever…”

She touched his face.

He asked, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Yes, I will….”

He frowned. “There's something else. Tell me.”

“I…want to wait, until Sara comes back to us. Is that all right? Will you do that for me?”

He reached for her. She went into his arms. “Yes,” he said in a husky whisper. “I'll wait. I'll wait, if you'll make me a promise.”

“Anything.”

“I want you to promise me that you won't lose heart, about Sara. That you will trust and have faith that she'll be all right. I want you to promise that you will—”

She knew his next word. They said it together. “Believe.”

She held him tighter. “I will. I will believe. Oh, Ross. I love you so.”

He tipped her chin up and kissed her, a long, tender kiss, a kiss that warmed her whole body and set her heart on fire.

Magic, thought Lynn. Oh, Winona. You were so right. Through it all, there really is only one magic.

And that is the magic of love.