Free Sensuous Angel by Heather Graham

should say, when she’s talking to me at all, she talks about Donna and her family.” He hesitated. “When we first met, she told me a lot about the Miros. Lorna’s an only child of older parents who died when she was in college. But from what I understand, she used to spend all her time with them even when she was a kid.”
    Luke emitted a sigh of exasperation. “Then you must have expected someone to come around looking for Lorna! If she is close to this girl—”
    “She promised me that she’d taken care of it!” Andrew exclaimed with annoyance. “The little”—he glanced at his brother and apparently amended his thought—“witch!”
    Luke chuckled softly. “She was once the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. What happened?”
    “How do I know? She’s impossible!”
    “She’s probably frightened—and she has every right to be.”
    “She should have a little more faith in me.” He sighed. “It really doesn’t matter. I haven’t seen her in a while—and it will probably be awhile before I can see her again.”
    Luke shrugged, but his eyes twinkled a warm gold in the artificial light. “Things will improve eventually.”
    “Umm. Someday this will end, and Lorna can go home and be entirely out of my hair.”
    “I see. Can’t wait to get her completely out of sight—and mind?”
    “Definitely.”
    Luke had no reply, so he turned away before his brother could see his laughter. Andrew had always been high on freedom. Adventuresome, independent. It was difficult for him to accept the fact that he was falling in love with his key witness. So difficult that he was refusing to accept it.
    “Well, what are you going to do about Donna Miro?”
    “I don’t know,” Andrew murmured. “But it’s sure given me one hell of a headache. Damn that Lorna! She should have said she was taking an Alaskan cruise or something.”
    “Well, yes, I’d say something should have been done differently. You’re going to have to come up with something now. The truth would probably be the best bet. Donna Miro is determined. She isn’t going to give up.”
    “My superiors will play havoc with this one.” Andrew moaned.
    “It isn’t your fault.”
    “Yes, it is. Lorna is my responsibility.”
    “I wouldn’t worry. It will work out.”
    “I hope so. I’ve been at this so long. And….” He paused, glancing at his brother again. “I hope so,” he repeated.
    Luke sighed. “You don’t have to tiptoe with my feelings, Andrew. It’s been a long time now.”
    “It must still hurt.”
    “It does. It always will. But it’s more important that we solve everything now. No matter how hard I prayed, I couldn’t change the past. But I do believe in the future.”
    “God’s will?” Andrew asked his brother dryly.
    Luke gave him a half smile. “I guess you’ve got me there, Drew. Yeah, God’s will. It will work out.”
    Andrew began to drum his fingers on the arm of the chair. “I guess I’ll have to tell her the truth, or else I could wind up in trouble.”
    “Yeah, that’s why I think you should make sure you arrive here looking half respectable tomorrow night.”
    “Well, if I tell her the truth, she can check out my story.”
    “And put herself into possible danger if she’s seen by the wrong people.”
    “Damn Lorna! This thing is so fragile!”
    “That’s true. And you’ve put a hell of a lot into being Andrew ‘McKennon’—bum, wino, et cetera. You’ve put months and months of your life into it. Almost a year….” Luke paused suddenly; he couldn’t help it. It hurt to remember when it had all begun—because it had all begun with April’s death. And when he thought about April, he still felt a sense of shock settling over him. It couldn’t be…and yet it was. Shock became that horrible sense of loss and pain—and helpless fury at that loss. He had to remind himself that he was a priest with a strong belief. April did not lie in the ground; she had entered a higher place. Life