What’s North Dakota got that Virginia doesn’t? You move all the way out there, and I never get to enjoy your funny face anymore.” She’d shoved him back into the hotel, picking up a bruised elbow for her efforts. Three years ago someone had driven by and shot at them in Bulgaria. “Marla knows that I reserve it for my one and only partner who saved my life.” “Does your wife know you still call me that, Gabriel?” She smiled at the Louisiana drawl that made the words sing. She reached for the sheepskin-lined jacket inherited from her grandfather that she’d draped over the fence post and tugged out the phone. There hadn’t been enough such days in her life. The morning was peaceful and hers to schedule. The phone in her jacket pocket broke the silence. How could she take out that dying evergreen without taking out part of the garage roof? At least while there was work around the house and grounds to fill her days, she could ignore the fact that she still battled boredom when rain or delays in supplies left her with hours to fill. She looked around the grounds and knew she could use some divine wisdom for the next project on her list.
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