“I know you will.” Her arms tightened around him. Thank heavens he had come and told her how he felt. This was a miracle in itself. She was filled with a profound joy and almost heady with relief. She could handle anything else that came their way. “But you might not have to. We don’t know what’s going to happen down the road. We have to believe that this is going to be a gift.” She had a sudden thought. “And I was lying here after I finished reading Fiona’s letter and I was thinking that sometimes things come together when you least believe they will. MacClaren was able to arrange to get Fiona away when he painted the train mural and got to know the owner of that railroad. One thing led to another and maybe that’s how things are meant to be. Something pops up out of the blue to let you know that there’s something else good on the way. Then, if you reach out and grab it, you’ve got a chance to get what you want.” She suddenly sat upright in bed. “That’s when I remembered the sketch.”

“Sketch?”

“I didn’t show you the sketch.” She turned on the lamp and jumped out of bed. “I think you should see it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. But you’re certainly excited about it.” He smiled. “I bared my soul to you, and I thought it might be a little too heavy and melodramatic. But look at you. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes are shining, and you’re talking philosophy. I like it.”

“I loved when you bared your soul to me.” She was opening her art case and taking out her sketchbook. “It’s one of the highlights of my life. Feel free to do it anytime. I just want you to look on the bright side.” She flipped through the sketchbook. “Because you brightened up my life considerably tonight.” She turned the sketchbook so that he could see the sketch. “I drew this sketch that misty morning you called to give me all that depressing news about Bohdan. I had no subject, I just started drawing freehand and she came to life out of nowhere. I couldn’t let it go. It might be one of the best things that I’ve ever done. MacDuff calls it Mist Child. He wanted to buy it.”

“I think I remember him mentioning it. It’s wonderful. It looks a little like Fiona.”

“That’s what MacDuff said, I couldn’t see it.”

“And also like you,” he said softly. “MacDuff can’t have this sketch, Jane.”