Not Rashel the Cat. The Cat was dead, and all the old anger and the hate had burned away. It was Rashel Jordan who was starting a new future.
She kissed Quinn again and felt the beauty and the mystery of his thoughts. "Hold me tighter," she whispered. "I'm a little cold."
"You are? I feel so warm. It's spring tomorrow, you know."
And then they both were quiet, lost in each other. The boat sped on through the sparkling ocean and into the promise of the moonlit night..
[The End]