A Highlander for Christmas (56 page)

Undeterred, Andrew moved closer. “Mary and I have separated.”

“Wonderful. Mary apparently caught on to the fact that she was married to a no-good, cheating scumbag.”

“Now, Sweetness…”

“I beg your pardon,” William cut in, tucking his arm around Helene’s waist and drawing her close. “I believe Helene’s interest lies elsewhere.”

Andrew glanced from one to the other and then back again as if he were watching a tennis game at Wimbledon. He narrowed his eyes. “It didn’t take you long to find someone new.”

“It took me longer than it should have.” Helene smiled up at William. He smiled at her and in that moment something clicked inside her. Their eyes met and held, and neither one seemed able to look away. It was as if he too experienced the same surprising, gentle awareness.

When Helene finally managed to tear her gaze away, she saw that Andrew was gone. She felt her spirits unexpectedly soar.

William smiled at her slowly. “I think this Christmas shows a lot of promise.”

“Yes, it does,” she agreed. A gust of wind swept down the street. Snowflakes began to fall around them. “Oh, look. Snow! It isn’t Christmas until it snows.” Helene lifted her hand and caught the cold flakes on her upturned palm.

And into her hand floated a single, white feather.

* * *

“Goodness, did
you
cause Helene to stumble?” Shirley demanded.

Her fellow angel responded by fluttering her wings. She smiled sheepishly. “Would I do
that
?” Goodness asked, grinning.

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