CHAPTER ONE
âYOU wanted me?â
Mrs Heavenly was aware of the soft, fluttering sensation behind her that told her she was no longer alone. But her attention was so intent upon the vision that she didnât want to leave it, even for a second!
At last! She had waited a long time for this particular plea for help to come. Almost too long, she acknowledged ruefully. But at last it had come.
She looked up to smile warmly at the young angel who stood before her. Faith. Yes, she would be perfect for this particular assignment. Warm, compassionate, and with a mischievous sense of humour that had almost been her undoing a couple of times in the past. But in this particular case Faithâs qualities were more suited to the problem than the equally admirable ones of Hope or Charity.
âCome and look at this, my dear.â Mrs Heavenly encouraged the angel to step forward and share the vision with her. âIt will help you to understand the problem that hasâthankfully!âbeen presented to us.â
Faith stepped into Mrs Heavenlyâs vision, eager to learn what her assignment was to be. Christmas was only two days awayâalways a fraught time of year for humans, when the inadequacies in their normally busy lives often became glaringly obvious. It was also a time when they often cried out for help to cope with those difficulties.
âThis incident happened a short time ago,â Mrs Heavenly told her softly, a smile on her cherubic face.
Faith gazed down interestedly at the scene being enacted below them.
A tiny woman of about thirtyâstartlingly beautiful, her fine-boned body clothed in a black trouser suit and cream blouse, and with golden-blonde hair cropped close to her headâwas stepping lithely out of a lift, her expression one of determination as she marched down the carpeted corridor to rap sharply on an oak door at the end of the hallway.
âShe looks rather angry,â Faith murmured.
Mrs Heavenly nodded unconcernedly. âShe invariably is,â she informed Faith lightly.
âWhyâ? Goodness, who is that?â Faith gasped as the oak door swung open to reveal a man almost as handsome as Gabriel himself.
Or Lucifer, she decided as an afterthought. His hair was so dark it was almost black, his eyes so dark a brown it was difficult to see where the iris stopped and the pupil began. As for his looksâthey could only be described as devilishly attractive.
âIs he her husband?â Faith prompted breathlessly.
âHardly.â Mrs Heavenly smiled. âListen,â she encouraged softly.
* * *
âMs Hardy,â the man greeted dryly. âTo what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?â
Olivia, despite the obvious derision in his tone, stared back at him unmovingly. Ethan Sherbourne had occupied the apartment directly above hers for over a year now. But apart from an occasional greeting to himâon the rare occasion they happened to get into the lift togetherâor to one of the constant stream of women that seemed to flow in and out of his apartment, Olivia had remained firmly detached from the man.
The only other exception being when his mail became confused with her own. Which it had already several times this Christmas.
âYours, I believe.â She held up the pink envelope she carried with her.
He raised dark brows as he reached out a lean hand and took the envelope, checking the writing on the front before holding it up in front of his nose and sniffing appreciatively.
âGwendoline,â he announced knowingly.
Olivia repressed a delicate shudder. âI didnât realise women still did that sort of thing,â she commented scathingly.
Neither did Olivia understand why Mr Pulman, the caretaker of this exclusive apartment building, should think she might be the recipient of a scented Christmas card!
Ethan Sherbourne gave a roguish smile. âOnly certain women,â he drawled huskily.
Utterly stupid ones, in Oliviaâs opinion. But she was sure Ethan Sherbourne wasnât in the least interested in her opinion. She wasnât tall, willowyâor young!âas the majority of women trooping in and out of his apartment seemed to be.
She gave a cool inclination of her head. âIâll leave you to open your cardââ She broke off with a frown as the lift doors opened down the corridor, immediately releasing the ear-splitting wail of a baby. A very young baby, by the sound of it, Olivia realised, wincingly.
She turned slowly in the direction of the cry, just in time to move out of the way of the young woman striding purposefully towards Ethan Sherbourneâs apartment.
The roguish smile had been wiped off Ethan Sherbourneâs face the moment he looked at the approaching virago. âShelleyâ¦?â He betrayed his uncertainty with a frown.