Page 87 of The Mermaid Murder


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We stood there together. I was gorgeous in my stunning dress, and he was fire in his dark suit.

“I didn’t think I could love you more,” he said. “But today…”

“Yeah, yeah. Get all sappy on me.” I clasped his hands, and he pulled them to his lips. “Same, though,” I said. “I feel just the same.”

Something caught my eye past him, out in the water. The mermaid! Eva! She waved, and I felt a rush of joy wash over me. It wasn’t organic, though I had plenty of that. It felt like Eva’s joy, as if she’d beamed it out. Then she arched like a dolphin and vanished with a splash of her blue and silver tail.

“Seeing mermaids again?” Mason asked softly. He turned, sliding an arm around my shoulders and looking right where I was looking.

“Just the one,” I said.

“Eva’s funeral was today,” Mason reminded me. “They put her next to Paul.”

I nodded. “She’s okay. At peace. She might even get to be a mermaid in the afterlife.”

“Yeah?” Mason asked, eyebrows up.

I loved that he never acted like the crazy shit I said was crazy at all. “Yeah,” I said. “She’s happy. And so am I.”

“Me too, babe.” He swept me into his arms for a romantic kiss. The sun sank over the reservoir, and life was good.

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