(Previously: PROLOGUE.)

Jack Rory and Destiny shared a magical Pegasus ride through the night. Things left unsaid were spoken wordlessly, as if all the voices in the universe were singing in harmony. Flesh met skin, and still their steed galloped forward, his mighty hooves keeping a ceaseless rhythm.


Finally Destiny spoke.

“How about a drink,” she said. It was more of a statement than a question.

Jack Rory pondered his response for a moment before answering, “Yes, sounds good.”

They dropped into a local watering hole so devoid of distinguishing characteristics that it could have been called “Any Bar, USA.” (And that was, in fact, its name.)

After ordering from their waitress, Jack Rory and Destiny gazed into each other’s eyes, reveling in the weighty silence summoned by their mutual desire.


Their focus was only mildly disturbed by their fellow patrons, a somewhat rowdy crew, heartily enjoying their libations.


Their lovers’ solitude was complete and utterly fulfilling to both of them. It was also imperiled, though they had no way of knowing.


Jack Rory could not pinpoint later what it was that caught his eye, shifting his glance away from Destiny, if only for a moment. But in that moment, he knew their shared fantasy was in grave danger.

“Destiny,” he whispered urgently. “Don’t look now, but over there, walking into the bar. Isn’t that…Karen?”

It was Karen, and she appeared to be on a date with a rather unsavory individual.


“Where?!” Destiny asked, immediately whirling around to look.

“No!” Jack Rory implored. “I said DON’T look!”JR_LookAtKaren

Was it too late? Had Karen spotted them?

Fortuitously their waitress appeared that very instant, as if summoned out of vapor.


After settling their tab, Jack Rory and Destiny rushed outside to their waiting Pegasus. They sighed in relief, believing they had succeeded in making a clean break. But…

“Jack Rory?”

They turned to see Karen standing behind them, with a calculating look in her eyes that turned Jack Rory’s insides to ice.


“What are you doing here?” she demanded. “How could you come back to town without telling me? We need to talk, NOW.”

“Karen, I…” Jack Rory began.

“NOW,” Karen repeated forcefully.

“Now’s not really a good time for me,” Jack Rory started to say, but Destiny cut him off by spurring the Pegasus forward, leaving an outraged Karen grasping at thin air as she made a futile effort to stop them.


“This is my time, Karen. Or should I say, our time,” she called scornfully back at her foe. “Maybe you should get back to your date.”


“This isn’t the last you’ve heard from me, Jack Rory,” Karen screeched in rage. “Believe me, we need to talk, and we WILL talk.”


“You’ll have to find us first,” Destiny snapped, grasping the Pegasus’ mane. Jack Rory held tight to her waist, his head reeling.

What, he thought to himself, does Karen want to talk to me about so badly? 




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