Speaking above the distant thunder, Jared spoke kindly to Jose in Spanish, and then pulled our suitcases from the back of the truck, opening the door for me.

It had just begun to rain when he set our suitcases on the floor beside the bed, and the smell of the rain combined with the sound of raindrops tapping on the roof and bouncing off the palm fronds took me back to a not-so-distant past when everything seemed innocent and exciting.

Inside was the same simple accommodations, with only two differences: every surface was adorned with glowing candles, and a tall fan stood at the end of the bed. It stood stationary, ready to serve it's purpose while I slept next to Jared's feverish body in the Caribbean heat and humidity.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I yawned. My long, undisturbed nap on the plane left me feeling groggy. “It's beautiful! Better than I remember,” I said, trying to muster the appropriate excitement in my tone. Speaking through a yawn dampened that prospect, but thankfully Jared could feel what I couldn't adequately express.

He lifted me off my feet, and carried me to the bed, his body outlining mine. It felt as if we'd never left.

“You should rest, Miss Grey. We have work to do.”

“Work?” I asked, sleepy. “What kind of work?”

“We're changing your name tomorrow,” he whispered in my ear.

Acknowledgments

I would like to thank my sister, best friend, cheerleader and number one fan, Beth. You know exactly what to say at the best possible moment, and your encouragements always seem to turn into reality. Without you there would be no Providence;

To my daughters for understanding they are more important than Mommy’s work, but sometimes creativity keeps strange hours;

To Brenda for her time, and being excited for every unit sold,

and to Mandy Morris for being a Super Fan! You are always willing and eager to fly the flag and share the story;

I would also like to thank Dr. Ross Vanhooser for his unending generosity and faith

Thank you to Ben Scroggs for his selflessness, flawless work, and patience;

To Trisha Johnson of Shutter Full of Dreams photography for her generosity and talent;

To Justin McClure of justinmcclure.tv for his time, absolute professionalism, and remarkable consideration and aptitude for excellence; and to

Bobbi Washburn for her generosity.

Saving the best for last, I would like to thank all PROVIDENCE fans! The positivity you bring to my daily life is invaluable to me. Your unwavering passion for Nina’s story drives the completion of every chapter. You are the reason Requiem came to be, and you are the reason the PROVIDENCE series will continue with a third book! Thank You All!