“The hunt for the Frat boy killer ended yesterday with a shooting. According to sources close to the investigation Jeremy Logan Wright was shot when his attempt on his most recent victim ended with the use of deadly force.”
Rachel stood up to turn off the television.
“No wait. They’re going to show you.” Curtis brought her back beside him on the couch.
“Police say their investigation reveals there could have been as many as eleven previous victims rather than the four as once thought. The incident is under investigation by the firearm review board.”
“Aww, they didn’t show you.” Curtis clicked off the television.
“I looked awful in those reports.”
“You looked brave.” He reached his arms around her and squeezed. “So, tell me again how you saved me.”
“Curtis I’ve told you this twenty times since yesterday.” She threw her arms out dramatically and fell back into the couch.
“I know but I love hearing it.”
He smiled down at her. “And what did you pray?”
“That if God was real that we’d get out alive.”
“And?” He turned his ear toward her and leaned toward her.
She leaned down in to his arms and relived the scene again. How she heard the shots, felt as if her heart were burning inside her chest. Then, only an instant later, the sudden calm that replaced it. “I still don’t get it.”
“Yes you do.” He kissed her forehead.
“Okay, I don’t entirely understand it, but I think I get it.”
Curtis nodded, pleased with her answer. “That’s all you need.”
She had learned testing God wasn’t the best way to start a relationship, and maybe it wasn’t, but God had revealed himself to her in the way she needed it. He kept his promise to deliver her. And even though she really didn’t understand it somehow she knew He was beside her the whole time.
“Do you have any ideas of what you’d like to do today?” Curtis reached for her hand. She took it in both of her hands.
“I’m open to suggestions.”
“Let’s Elope.” He said with a smile.
“Don’t you think that is a bit fast?” She leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs.
“Not when you know you’ve found the one God picked for you.”
Rachel eyed this man who only a few months ago she’d barely been willing to talk to. Seemed so ridiculous now that it had taken her so long to see what was right in front of her.
She kissed him then stood up. “Who am I to argue with that logic?” He stayed on the couch, eyes searching her. “Are you coming or what?”
Rachel nodded and reached her hand toward him.
“I’ll grab my keys.”
You are reading A Face in the Shadow by Tiffany Colter.
Tiffany is a writer, speaker and writing career coach. She is a frequent contributor to print and online publications in addition to her regular marketing blog at www.WritingCareerCoach.com
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