Take a Chance on Me by Susan May Warren

Author:Susan May Warren [Warren, Susan May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Christian, FICTION / Romance / Contemporary, FICTION / Christian / Romance
ISBN: 9781414378411
Google: Gxt8XFzCIdoC
Amazon: 1414378416
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2013-03-22T00:00:00+00:00

Ivy sat in her yoga pants, eating a bowl of ice cream, staring at her cell phone. The night pressed against her windows, only her overhead fixture splashing light onto the table. Dishes were piled in the sink, and in the next room, a bath filled.

Maybe Darek would never call. After all, after four days . . .

Could she live with that? Only one date, no explanation, even after he’d kissed her so sweetly?

Yes. Maybe.

Or not.

Especially when she thought of Tiger, the way he nestled into her lap, throwing rocks, then playing with the glow stick she’d purchased for him.

He had a sweetness about him, a little-boy charm that he must have inherited, at least in part, from Felicity.

Felicity Holloway Christiansen.

Her file lay on the round pine table. Ivy had pulled it after lunch today, in between writing up complaints, summonses, and evidentiary briefs, not to mention following up on cases and answering about a hundred e-mails. Her brain had turned to mush, and the accident report and evidentiary briefs and memorandums in Felicity’s case couldn’t be considered light reading.

But she had to know.

So she’d read every detail, remembering it from when she’d read it the first time. Although, instead of Felicity being labeled as “the victim,” as Thornton Atwood had done in the file she’d been given, and Jensen as “the accused,” in this file, she’d discovered names. And witnesses. Including Darek.

If she’d been less eager three years ago, she might have dug around a little, instead of wanting so much to please her boss, to impress him. Though she hadn’t known the accused was his son until after she handed in her recommendation—Thornton had masked the entire file and made her believe it was just a teaching exercise.

She easily pieced the scene together—a fight with Darek put Felicity in a running mood, and she’d ventured out, probably still angry, just after 9 p.m., in her Jeep, parking at the Cutaway Creek overlook. Maybe to just sit and think. They’d discovered her Jeep there, later that night.

Sometime after 9:35, she took off running, downhill, toward town. With traffic.

Jensen, on his way into town for pizza, came around the curve and an oncoming car’s headlights hit him in the eyes. He’d blinked and taken the curve too tight.

That’s when he felt the car hit Felicity. Investigation indicated that he hadn’t run into the ditch—on the contrary, they supposed she might have been crossing the road and hadn’t seen his lights.

She died almost immediately, her skull shattering.

Ivy had read the obit, too, and every single article she could dig up on the court case. Jensen had been accused of texting, a thin case built around negligent driving, and Ivy used that to tear holes in the prosecution in her memorandum. Still, with his cell phone open, a text recently sent . . .

She could still remember turning in her memo on the community service option to her junior associate, the pride she’d felt as she handed it to him. Then she’d marched into Daniel’s adjunct professor office at the University of Minnesota and shown it to him.

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