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Table of Contents

Books by Fern Michaels:

Southern Comfort
Sins of the Flesh
Sins of Omission
Return to Sender
Mr. and Miss Anonymous
Up Close and Personal
Fool Me Once
Picture Perfect
About Face
The Future Scrolls
Kentucky Sunrise
Kentucky Heat
Kentucky Rich
Plain Jane
Charming Lily
What You Wish For
The Guest List
Listen to Your Heart
Celebration
Yesterday
Finders Keepers
Annies Rainbow
Saras Song
Vegas Sunrise
Vegas Heat
Vegas Rich
Whitefire
Wish List
Dear Emily

The Godmothers Series:

Final Edition
Exclusive
The Scoop

The Sisterhood Novels:

Home Free
Dj Vu
Cross Roads
Game Over
Deadly Deals
Vanishing Act
Razor Sharp
Under the Radar
Final Justice
Collateral Damage
Fast Track
Hokus Pokus
Hide and Seek
Free Fall
Lethal Justice
Sweet Revenge
The Jury
Vendetta
Payback
Weekend Warriors

Anthologies:

Holiday Magic
Snow Angels
Silver Bells
Comfort and Joy
Sugar and Spice
Let It Snow
A Gift of Joy
Five Golden Rings
Deck the Halls
Jingle All the Way

Epilogue

Thirteen months later

N ot much had changed at Pinewood or in the Sisters lives. Life was leisurely for Myra, Annie, Charles, and Fergus. Myra and Annie visited almost daily, weather permitting. Charles worked down in the war room, compiling what he was fond of saying were his boring memoirs. Fergus Duffy worked at his new job heading up security at Myras candy plant, a job he professed to love.

The younger Sisters called Pinewood on a daily basis to check in, and every Sunday they and Maggie and the guys made it over to have one of Charless home-cooked dinners and catch up on each others lives.

They always had presents for Yoko and Harrys baby girl, because that was what seven godmothers did. Little Lotus Lily Wong was spoiled to the nth degree. Maggie and Gus had gotten married in June, only weeks after he was able to walk down the aisle. Maggie had asked Charles to give her away, and after their honeymoon, they had bought a farm property outside Richmond, where Gus was busy breeding dogs. They kept threatening to bring a puppy to give to little Lotus Lily, but so far Yoko had managed to head them off.

The weather hadnt changed much, either. It was still snowing, just the way it had snowed a year ago to the day.

Myra stood at the back door, watching the snow fall. It was quiet outside, but not as quiet as it was in the house. It did smell good, though. Charles had prepared a huge pot of chicken noodle soup, and it was simmering and throwing off tantalizing aromas. Two large chickens complete with stuffing were roasting in the oven.

Youre bored, arent you, Mom?

Suddenly the kitchen was filled with a blinding white light. Myra whirled, her hands going to her throat for the pearls that no longer graced her neck. Standing by the table was her beloved daughter. Dear God, she whispered in a strangled voice. She wanted to move, but her feet were rooted to the tile floor. Darling girl!

Mummy, dont be sad. I worry about you.

Myra reached for the edge of the counter. You look so beautiful. I remember the day I bought you that red sweater, and you said you loved it. Why in the world would you worry about me?

I loved everything you ever gave me, Mom. I dont want you to be sad. Dont tell anyone I told you this, but Nik and Jack are going to be getting their new baby any day now. I am so happy for her. I stopped by her office for a chat before I came here, and she told me. She wants to tell everyone, to shout it from the rooftops, but shes afraid shell jinx the adoption. But the real reason I stopped by was to give her Willie. She cried, Mom. She said her new baby was going to love Willie as much as I do.

Myra did her best to absorb what she was hearing. That... thats wonderful. I wont say a word, and Ill act surprised. God in heaven, I miss you, Barbara.

I know. I miss you, too. Youre doing the right thing, you know. Thats what I came to tell you. I know how worried you are, but dont be. It smells good in here. Charles was always the best cook. If I try, I can almost taste those brownies cooling on the counter.

Tears rolled down Myras cheeks as she walked toward the bright light and the beautiful girl in the red sweater. I need to touch you, honey. I need to feel you. Can I do that?

Lets try, Mummy. Lets both try real hard.

Her arms outstretched, Myra waited until the girl in the red sweater moved. She heard the endearing words, Oh, Mummy, Mummy, you feel so good, so warm, so soft, so motherly.

Oh, God, oh, God, you feel just the way you felt the day I held you in my arms for the first time. I can feel you. I can really feel you. I want to hold you forever, never let you go, Myra sobbed.

The blinding white light waned, and Myra was left standing with her arms outstretched, tears rivering down her cheeks. The last words she thought she heard ricocheted inside her head. They were words Annie was fond of saying to her and they now were the words her spirit daughter was whispering. You rock, Mummy.

Myra sat down on the kitchen chair where her spirit daughter had been sitting. Was it her imagination, or did the seat still feel warm? She smiled as she wiped at her tears. Well, if she even had one doubt about what she was planning, that doubt was now gone.

Off in the distance, Myra heard the sound of a horn, then a second one.

Time to get moving.

Fifteen minutes later Myra and her entourage descended the steps leading to the war room, where Charles stood waiting. The large-screen TV was on so Lady Justice could preside over the meeting and the people seated at the table.

In the middle of the table was a package wrapped in brown paper and sealing tape.

All the chairs were full.

Charles descended the two steps from his dais and stood behind Myras chair. Before we begin, I would like each of you to affirm that you will swear your loyalty to this little group. As I call your name, say aye or nay.

Annie de Silva?

Aye.

Fergus Duffy?

Aye.

Nellie Easter Cummings?

Aye.

Elias Cummings?

Aye.

Pearl Barnes?

Aye.

Myra Rutledge Martin?

Aye.

Martine Connor?

Aye.

Since were all in agreement, lets begin our meeting. Myra, open the box.

Myra ripped at the wrapping and held up the box for everyone to see. She turned to Martine Connor and said, I think you should do the honors.

Martine Connor opened the box and withdrew a gold shield and held it up for everyone to see. Its the only thing I took with me when I left the Oval Office. I have one for each of you and one for myself.

Then, ladies and gentlemen, I think we are good to go, Charles said happily. Thats another way of saying, we are indeed back in business, and I, for one, couldnt be happier.

Chapter 1

I t was an ugly, cold November day, with rain sluicing down in torrents. It wasnt just the ugliness of the day, Jack Emery thought. It was everything going haywire at the dojo, where he and Bert Navarro were trying to keep things going while Harry Wong trained for the martial-arts trials that would, if he was successful, enable him to capture the gold medal in the field of martial arts.

It wasnt that he and Bert werent capable of handling and training the classes that flowed into the dojo, compliments of the FBI and the CIA and a few other lettered agencies. They were. That they were exhausted at the end of the day was true. It was also true that there had been no complaints apart from a little whining now and then. Once in a while there was even a compliment tossed their way by the agents superiors.

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