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CHAPTER THREE

‘WHAT…?’ Faith moved slightly in an effort to see the subject in the photograph Olivia held, only to be disappointed as Olivia suddenly clasped it against her chest, those tears still falling down the paleness of her cheeks.

Mrs Heavenly straightened, moving a hand gently over the vision and instantly dispersing the images into a wispy cloud. ‘As you can see, Olivia’s prayer is for help to get through Christmas.’ She smiled at Faith. ‘Not too difficult an assignment, I would have thought.’

Faith looked searchingly at her mentor. That wasn’t exactly what Olivia had prayed for…

‘So there you have it, my dear,’ Mrs Heavenly told her brightly, shuffling some papers on her desk. ‘The scene is already set for you to be able to do that quite easily. It’s just a question of continuing to bring Olivia and Ethan together—’

‘Ethan Sherbourne?’ Faith couldn’t hide her surprise. ‘But isn’t he—?’

‘Ethan isn’t exactly what he seems,’ Mrs Heavenly assured her kindly. ‘In fact, he could do with a little divine intervention himself! But I think on this occasion it might be better if… Don’t be too visible, my dear,’ she encouraged Faith. ‘Neither Olivia nor Ethan are…well, shall we say that neither of them is particularly… a believer?’

Was it her imagination, Faith wondered, or did Mrs Heavenly’s gaze no longer quite meet her own…?

Ridiculous, she instantly answered herself. Mrs Heavenly was the most open-hearted of all the—

‘Poor Ethan.’ Mrs Heavenly had opened the vision once again, was shaking her head regretfully as she looked down. ‘Although he does seem to be coping well, in the circumstances,’ she commented admiringly. ‘Perhaps now would be a good time, Faith…?’

‘Of course.’ Faith drew herself out of the speculative trance she had lapsed into. ‘Time I was going,’ she agreed.

‘But remember, Faith!’ Mrs Heavenly called out to her before she disappeared. ‘No matter what other distractions might occur, Olivia is the subject of your assignment.’

‘I’ll remember,’ Faith assured her softly as she floated down to Earth.

And she would remember. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t try and be of some help to Shelley and Andrea while she was about it. Possibly even to Ethan Sherbourne too…

The photograph was back in its drawer and Olivia was wearing grey silk pyjamas. Her dinner of smoked salmon and salad was on the glass-topped dining table with a glass of white wine at exactly the right temperature for drinking, when a loud knocking on the door interrupted the calm enjoyment of her meal.

Who on earth—?

The wailing of a distressed baby penetrated the thickness of the door to her apartment, the tranquillity she had so determinedly made for herself instantly shattered.

Ethan Sherbourne and his—and baby Andrea, Olivia instantly realised. What could possible have gone wrong now?

Whatever it was, she knew she couldn’t just ignore that cry; Ethan Sherbourne could stew in his own juice, as far as she was concerned, but the baby was another matter entirely.

‘What have you done to her now?’ Olivia demanded as she wrenched the door open—only to find herself staring into an empty hallway!

But how—? What—? She had been so sure…

She had to have been mistaken; there was no way Ethan could have knocked at her apartment and then disappeared back into the lift before she opened the door. Besides, what would be the point of him doing such a thing?

Olivia shook her head dazedly, closing the door to walk slowly back into her dining room.

She barely had time to sit back down and take a sip of her wine before that knock sounded on the door a second time. The crying of the baby was slightly fainter this time, but still audible to Olivia’s acute hearing nonetheless.

She stood, striding angrily over to the door this time. This evening had already been traumatic enough; she was decidedly not in the mood to play childish games with Ethan Sherbourne!

‘What on earth do you think you’re playing at…?’ Olivia’s angry tirade trailed off abruptly as she opened the door and found the corridor empty again, a glance up and down the hallway showing her that there really was no one there.

Well, she wasn’t going to give Ethan Sherbourne the chance to play this childish prank on her a third time. It wasn’t in the least funny, and she intended telling Ethan Sherbourne so!

It took her exactly two minutes to throw off her silk pyjamas, pull on designer denims and a loose black shirt and slip her bare feet into a pair of loafers, before marching determinedly out of her apartment. She got into the lift, pressing the button for the next floor and stepping out to stride forcefully down the corridor and put her finger on Ethan Sherbourne’s doorbell. And kept it on. Two could play at this game!

Ethan opened the door and barely had time to raise surprised brows before Olivia pushed him firmly to one side and strode into his apartment.

She looked anxiously around the sitting room, finally turning a blazing grey gaze on Ethan Sherbourne as he stood just inside the room, curiously returning her gaze. ‘What have you done to her?’ Olivia demanded coldly. ‘And don’t tell me nothing,’ she added impatiently, before he had time to answer, ‘because I could hear her crying all the way downstairs!’

‘I doubt that very much,’ Ethan drawled as he walked further into the room. ‘The only reason I bought this apartment was because I was assured by the agent that the building is completely soundproof.’

Olivia snorted softly to herself. No doubt he had been thinking of his harem at the time!

‘I don’t care what you were assured,’ she returned. ‘I definitely heard her crying.’

‘I presume by “her” that you mean Andrea?’ He derisively turned the tables on her after her earlier comment to him. ‘And exactly what do you think I’ve done to her?’ He folded his arms across his chest as he faced Olivia, his expression deceptively calm as he looked at her with mild curiosity.

Grey eyes flashed warningly as Olivia glared back at him. ‘How should I know?’ she replied shortly. ‘Judging from previous evidence of your ability to know the needs of a young baby, you’ve probably tried to feed her steak or something equally unsuitable!’ She looked around the room for a second time. ‘Where is she?’

‘Changed. Fed. Played with. Fast asleep.’ He continued to look at Olivia, now with amusement.

‘But I heard her,’ Olivia said restlessly. ‘I definitely heard her crying.’ Although she equally definitely couldn’t hear the baby crying now…

Ethan slowly shook his head. ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Then where is she?’ Olivia was low on patience at the best of times—at the moment it was non-existent!

He sighed, dropping his arms down to his sides. ‘If you promise to be quiet, I’ll show you.’ He raised dark, questioning brows.

Her cheeks flushed fiery-red. ‘Of course I’ll be quiet,’ she clipped. ‘What—?’

‘If you’ll excuse my saying so, you haven’t shown much sign of it in the last few minutes,’ Ethan observed.

Olivia had been about to question him sharply again, but at these words her lips clamped together. Although she couldn’t resist another glare in Ethan’s direction.

‘Better.’ Ethan gave a mocking inclination of his head. ‘Follow me through to my bedroom.’

Under other circumstances Olivia would have told him exactly what he could do with such an invitation. But in her concern for Andrea she resisted any such response, instead following Ethan into the bedroom situated directly above her own, lit by a low-voltage lamp on the bedside table.

What looked suspiciously like a drawer lay in the middle of the sumptuous king-size bed, and nestled securely inside that drawer, covered with a many-times-folded satin sheet, lay baby Andrea, looking absolutely adorable as she slept contentedly.

Also looking as if she had been like that for some time…

‘Satisfied?’ Ethan asked softly at Olivia’s side.

She swallowed hard, nodding wordlessly. Whoever she had heard crying a few minutes ago, it obviously hadn’t been Andrea.

In the circumstances, Olivia felt very reluctant to mention those two knocks on her apartment door which had accompanied the sound of crying…

‘That was—the idea of a drawer for a bed—it was very inventive,’ she told Ethan awkwardly once they had returned to the sitting-room.

Ethan eyed her wryly, ‘Didn’t you think I could be inventive?’