“You saw Mary.” He felt stupid saying the words aloud. Of course, Jesse had seen Mary. He had her scent all over him. “How is…is she all right?”
“How…” He sat up, his back against the wall. “Oh, right. She’s fine. Great, as far as I could tell.”
She’s fine. Great. Most importantly, she was alive, though the attack at the church that would have killed her wasn’t supposed to occur yet anyway. And now it wouldn’t. Because Gideon and Jesse had seen to that.
All of a sudden, Gideon felt like celebrating all over again.
He rose from the bed, too awake now to remain confined. “Did she see you? Did you talk to her? Hal was probably there. He always hung around the church when Mary was there…” Gideon stopped in his pacing as it clicked where exactly Jesse had been. His next question was far mor
