Change your thoughts and you change your world.
~ Norman Vincent Peale ~
When the Hour is Darkest Love and Faith Can Conquer All.
In the final installment of the Sister Christian Series, the Court has demanded a hearing regarding Hannah's capacity. Hannah and Nick are falling deeper and deeper in love. Looking forward to a bright future together they begin planning their life together. A shadowy stranger from the past has set his sights on Hannah and her 3.5 million dollar trust fund. Is he really Rick MacNeill, the son Hannah thought died in the terrible fire at Saint Anne's? Is he someone sinister? The last of the family secrets come to light in this roller coaster ride of suspense, love, betrayal, and faith.
"Didn't take you long, stud," he shot, "tomorrow? Where?"
On the other end Nick held back the growl and forced his voice to be light, "I know a nice little Greek restaurant over in Killington, I thought I'd take her there and maybe we'd go for a drive in the hills. That ok with you?"
Mason looked to Hannah who was staring back at him with an unmistakable expression that was just begging her Daddy to say she could go out with the cute boy, "You know I have the nightshift starting tomorrow, don't you?"
"Everyone knows and they're so looking forward to having you," Nick scoffed holding back a chuckle, "what do you say?"
Covering the transmitter Mason looked to Hannah, "Do you even like Greek food?"
"I don't know," Hannah confessed in a voice that clearly denoted she was eager to find out.
"I am soooo getting you that chastity belt, after this I'm going to eBay and see what I can find."
Hannah's cast her eyes down to the floor to mutter, "I'm not a whore, I'm not."
Mason knew that, to Hannah, it was one thing to joke about Spaulding but completely another to joke about her intentions with Nick Jackson. She liked going out with Spaulding, she liked the dinner, the art gallery and even his company but in the end, no matter what Spaulding wanted, to Hannah he would never be anything more than a really good friend and someone with whom she liked spending time. Jackson had already made off with her heart and everything it was so long denied. "I didn't say that," he reminded her and uncovered the transmitter, "fine, you pick her up when you get off work and take her to your ethnic restaurant, you be mindful, she's still got an ulcer, nothing weird or spicy. Then for a drive, you get her home by. . ."
"Eleven o'clock," Nick sighed.
Again Mason felt he was being too hard, keeping her too sheltered, she was in her forties she shouldn't even have a curfew, "Midnight," he corrected. "I'll call at exactly 12:01 to make sure she's here and you're not." He turned his back to Hannah and muttered into the phone, "I want to talk to you before you take her anywhere, you got that?"
Nick was surprised by the seriousness in Mason's tone, as far as he knew, he'd done nothing untoward with Hannah, "Ok. Problem?"
"I'll fill you in tomorrow," Mason turned around again and held the phone out to his sister, "go on, take it, he doesn't wanna talk to me."
With a slightly shaking hand, Hannah took it, "Hi, Nick."
"Hey, sweetheart, I'll pick you up around five unless, I know Mason's working the nightshift, so do you want me to pick you up from the soup kitchen instead? Do you have a way home tomorrow?"
The soup kitchen, Hannah hadn't even called Father Murphy since they got back and now she felt badly about that. "Oh, the kitchen, yes, ummm, maybe. . .I don’t know, I'll have to call you back, is that ok?"