He told the boys that evening that he was leaving for New York, and they seemed surprised, but not upset. He had spent the last two months with them, giving them all he had. And he hugged them both and told them he'd see them in a week. And he stopped in their bedroom to see Pam, but she had gone out. She had long-standing dinner plans with friends. Brad packed a fresh suitcase, and left for the airport in time to catch the red-eye, and he fell asleep almost as soon as the flight took off. And the flight attendant woke him just before they landed in New York. It was six A.M., and there was a spectacular sunrise over New York.

He was at the house on East Seventy-fourth Street at seven o'clock. He hadn't spoken to her since London, but he assumed she was home. He hadn't wanted to say anything more to her until he saw her face-to-face. And with a feeling of trepidation, he rang the bell. He knew as he stood there that his whole life was about to change, either way.

He was startled to see the twin of the girl he had grown up with open the door. It was like turning back the clock. It was Zoe. She was the image of Faith at the same age. And she looked half asleep, wrapped in a pink robe.

“Hi, I'm sorry to wake you,” he apologized, looking slightly nervous, and she noticed instantly how handsome he was. “I'm here to see your mother. My name is Brad Patterson. I just flew in from San Francisco. Is she awake?”

“The rosary guy,” she said with a sleepy smile, and pulled open the door to let him in. “I'll go tell her you're here. Did she know you were coming?” She hadn't told Zoe a thing. And he shook his head. “Oh… a surprise …” And then she looked at him oddly. “Do you want to wake her up yourself?” She thought her mother might like that. And without ever having talked to him, Zoe knew she liked him. He looked like a nice man.

“Maybe I'll do that,” he said, accepting her invitation, and hoping Faith wouldn't be upset. He walked up the stairs, knocked softly on the door of her room, and then opened it and walked in. He stood there as she rolled over slowly in bed with her eyes closed. He had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. And as she opened her eyes, she saw him. For a long minute, she wasn't sure if he was a dream. And he didn't move from where he stood. He just stood there smiling at her.

“What are you doing here?” She sat up in bed in her nightgown and stared at him.

“I came to see you, Fred,” he said simply.

“I thought you were going back to San Francisco.”

“I did. Yesterday.”

“When did you get here?”

“About an hour ago.”

“I don't understand.”

“Neither did I. It took me a hell of a long time to figure it out. I hope you're not as slow as I was. I wasted a lot of years. I should have run off with you when you were fourteen.”

“Jack would have killed you,” she smiled sleepily at him.

“Eighteen, then.”

“That would have been better.” She patted the bed next to her, momentarily forgetting her resolve not to see him again. And he accepted the invitation and sat down.

“I love you, Fred.”

“I love you too,” she said honestly, “but it's not going to do us much good. I can't see you anymore. Or talk to you. I made up my mind.”

“That's too bad.” But he didn't look disappointed yet. There was a lot she didn't know. “Why is that?”

“You're married, and I don't want to ruin your life. I prayed about it the whole time you were gone.”

“What did you pray for?”

“Wisdom. And courage. The wisdom to know what to do. And the courage to do it when I did. We don't have any choice.”

“I'm getting divorced.”

“You are?” Her eyes opened wide. “How did that happen… or when?”

“I figured it out in Africa, when Pam didn't come. I don't want to live a lie anymore. I can't. I told Pam. I'm done. How does that fit into your plans?”

“I don't know.” She looked stunned. “I thought you were married for life.” It was what he had always said.

“So did I. It doesn't make sense anymore. We do. That's not why I did it, but it's what I want, Fred. Do you? … Could you? …”

“Are you serious?” She couldn't believe her ears or her eyes.

“That's why I came. To see you. To work it out. To make plans. Will you marry me?”

“Do you mean that? Are you sure?” But she could see that he was, just as Pam had seen it the night before. There was no doubt in his mind that all he wanted was Faith. She was the woman he loved.

“Stop asking me questions, and give me an answer … now!” he said, trying to look fierce, but she laughed. She remembered that face from when he was twelve and she was ten.

“Okay … okay … yes.”

“Yes?” Now he looked stunned.

“Yes!” He reached out to kiss her, and she hopped away from him out of her bed. “You can't kiss me.”

“Why not?” He looked upset. “Are you going to marry me or not?”

“I told you I was … am …” They sounded like kids again, and she had never been as happy in her life, nor had he.

“Then why won't you kiss me?”

“I have to brush my teeth first. Then we can get engaged.”

She closed the bathroom door, and he lay on the bed and grinned, as Zoe wandered by, and poked her head in.

“How did it go?”

“Pretty good,” he smiled at her.

“Where's Mom?”

“In the bathroom, brushing her teeth.” Zoe nodded, she felt as though she had known him forever. He was that kind of guy. And she'd been hearing about him for months.

“Good luck,” Zoe said, and went back to her room, as Faith came out of the bathroom with clean teeth and combed hair, and a robe over her nightgown.

And with that, Brad got up and walked over to her, and pulled her into his arms. “I love you, Fred,” he whispered, so she would remember his saying it one day. He wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life, because it was what they had both been waiting for and never had.

“I love you too,” she whispered back. And he kissed her for a very long time. It was what they had both hoped and never quite believed. It was the answer to their prayers. Sometimes prayers take a long time to be answered, but the right ones are.





ABOUT THE AUTHORDANIELLE STEEL has been hailed as one of the world's most popular authors with over 520 million copies of her novels sold. Her many international bestsellers include Johnny Angel, Dating Game, Answered Prayers, Sunset in St. Tropez, The Cottage, The Kiss, Leap of Faith, Lone Eagle, Journey, The House on Hope Street, and other highly acclaimed novels. She is also the author of His Bright Light, the story of her son Nick Traina's life and death.Visit the Danielle Steel Web Site at

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