“I’m sure I didn’t,” Storm said. “You’re always telling me God answers our prayers. He must have answered yours, Sister Rose.”
“That He did. That He did. And I think I’m staring at the embodiment of those prayers right now.”
She looked up at him, her face tearstained but blissful.
“Does this mean you’re not going to be running away with me and marrying me, Sister Rose?”
“I’m afraid not, Derrick my boy. There’s work for me to do here at the orphanage.”
He sighed. “Too bad.”
And then Sister Rose reached around, pinched him on the bottom, and said with a quick, devilish grin: “You are sort of handsome, though. In a rugged way.”
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Richard Castle is the author of numerous bestsellers, including
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