Spirit of a Champion (Sisters of Spirit #7) Read Free

well.
    She had to stop the fight whether Jerry wanted her to or not.
Somehow.

CHAPTER THREE
    Was she doing the right thing? After all, Jerry had made her
promise. And to Stormy, a promise was something that shouldn’t be broken.
    She fretted about it all the way to the Boise airport. She had
only promised not to tell her dad. Jerry hadn’t made her promise not to tell
anyone else. Still, she knew he didn’t want her to.
    Finding an isolated spot in the lounge, she called her cousin,
Perri. Although Perri and Hugo were newly married, she and Stormy still
remained as close as sisters. They always talked over everything important and
right now Stormy desperately needed to share her problem.
    As soon as Perri answered, Stormy said, “I’ve found out
something that might kill Jerry, but he made me promise to not say anything.”
    “Is it pretty certain?”
    “Very.”
    “So what are you going to do?’
    “I don’t know. I’m headed to Las Vegas, but, well, I promised
him.”
    “Not to say anything, or not to do anything?” Perri asked.
    “Does it matter?”
    “Not really. Look Stormy. I know you always try to keep your
promises, but if it’s life or death...”
    “It is.”
    “Then you can’t keep still. A promise shouldn’t cause the death
of someone. If Jerry dies because you kept your promise, how are you going to
feel?”
    “I’d never get over it.”
    “Right. So tell me what’s going on.”
    Stormy told her, happy to have “permission” from Perri.
Actually, she had known the answer, she just needed her judgement verified.
    Perri heard her out, asking just a few questions. Then she said,
“Look, Hugo and I are in Washington D.C. right now. We’re flying home in six
days. We always fly in and out of Vegas, so I’ll let you know when we’re coming
in. We can meet in the airport. Our car is there.”
    “Okay.”
    “Do what you can in the meantime. I’ll talk this over with Hugo.
He might be able to do something while he’s in Washington. You never know about
him.”
    Stormy thought that was a strange thing to say. “Thanks. See
you.”
    She walked to the ticket
counter, made sure the seat was still available and paid for it. It was times
like these that she wished she hadn’t cut up all her credit cards. She wasn’t
going to have much cash when she got to Vegas.
    Kyle Wayne Torrin brushed back the long hair that had fallen in
front of his eyes as he glanced around the airplane. He had purchased a coach
ticket rather than first class when the ticket agent told him the plane was not
over-booked. She had been right, there was room to spare, especially on the
aisle seats which he preferred. Also the very front row, near the bulkhead, was
empty of all but a very agitated-looking redhead with the best pair of legs he
had seen in a long time.
    No ring on her left hand.
    Grinning at his good fortune, Kyle ignored his assigned seat
number, threw his carry-on bag into the overhead bin and plopped himself down
next to her. The flight between San Francisco and Las Vegas was a short one,
but he decided he would get her name and phone number before the plane landed.
And maybe the hotel where she planned to stay.
    An inveterate goal-setter, Kyle mentally made a list. Goal
number one was her name. Two, address. Three, phone.
    "Hi." He spoke brightly, smiling at her. "Headed
for Vegas, or going further?" He projected enthusiasm and good-will. Sort of like a
used-car salesman ,
he told himself.
    She lifted her head to stare at him, dark eyes burdened with
some kind of deep emotion, then lowered them as if what she saw had not made
any impression on her whatsoever. Her shoulder bag was in her lap, and she
twisted the strap tightly, then released it, then twisted it again as far as it
would go.
    He thought for a moment she was not going to answer him, and
wondered if he had something stuck between his teeth. Not one to give up, he
cast about for the next logical thing to say.
    "Vegas."
    She spoke! Her answer,