Rosalee stared across the table at her new friend and the look on his face. She thought it was endearing. At that precise moment, at 1:08 on a beautiful summer day in July, one minute after Dennis West fell in love with her, Rosalee Muno fell in love with the sandy-haired, blue-eyed, blushing reporter named Dennis West. The realization was so startling she didn’t know what to do, so she just smiled. And kept on smiling.

Dennis grinned. Life was suddenly looking really good. Oh, yeahhhh.

From the kitchen window, Myra poked Annie on the shoulder and laughed. “I think, if I’m not mistaken, those two figured it out themselves. I think those two young people just fell in love with each other. Think about it, Annie. We always say over and over that everything happens for a reason. That God works in mysterious ways. I guess this was His plan for those two young people. Everyone was at the right place at exactly the right time for those two to meet. Yes, there was a tragedy but it wasn’t deadly. People, meaning Pearl and ultimately us, were there to help. Rosalee was placed there to help Amalie, then here we are bringing up the rear to create a happy ending. Tell me, my dear friend, is there not something magical about what we do.”

“Spot on, Myra, spot on. Now we need to move on to Director Sparrow and Amalie.”

“You never give up, do you, Annie?”

“Well, Myra, my dear soul sister, if I did give up, where would that leave you?”

Annie’s voice was so intense, so serious, Myra felt light-headed. “How’s this for a response, Annie? I don’t ever want to find out, so keep on doing what you’re doing, and I’m right at your side, your BFF.”

Annie laughed. “Come along, BFF, and let’s join the party on the terrace.”

Amalie Moss watched the two women whom she now thought of as her saviors walk up the steps to the terrace. She didn’t know how she knew but she knew that somehow, some way, these two women were going to change the rest of her life. A calm settled over her, knowing that with them watching over her, she was truly, truly safe for the first time since the day she had met Lincoln Moss. She knew in her heart she would never question either woman, she would simply accept what was in store for her and follow the path laid out for her by all these wonderful people.

Their plans to talk woman to woman, friend to friend, with Amalie were cut short when both their cell phones buzzed at the same time. Annie looked at Myra, and Myra looked at Annie, then at the girls. “Abner needs us. Keep Amalie company while we see what needs to be done.”