Silver Miracles by Fayrene Preston

their way around the oval-shaped stadium and pulsated into the suite through speakers that had been set into the wall.
    "Why did you put up a window of glass? No one else has."
    Chase walked over to a control panel and flipped two switches. The sound was abruptly cut off. "I like my privacy."
    So that night, with candles flickering intimately and soft music playing suggestively, they ate dinner amid sixty-five thousand screaming people— in total isolation.
     
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    The day glowed crisp and golden, and Trinity was making a halfhearted attempt to rake the front lawn clear of the newly fallen leaves. She much preferred to leave the beautiful autumn hues that nature had so wisely furnished, exactly where they had fallen. However, Tray was spending the afternoon with her and Stephanie, and she was raking the leaves into piles for them.
    "Okay, who’s next?" Trinity looked around and found Tray barreling across the yard, making a real effort to land precisely, smack, in the middle of the pile of leaves. Stephanie followed, and soon both kids were rolling through the leaves, screaming with delight.
    "You’re a good mother."
    The quietly spoken comment came from directly in back of her, and Trinity let out a yelp, turning instinctively toward whoever had spoken.
    "Chase! Good heavens, you startled me."
    "I didn’t mean to be furtive." His smile was warm. "I was just enjoying watching you with the kids."
    "I didn’t hear the car. Where did you come from?"
    "I ran over from my place."
    "Ran!" She laughed. "You mean you used your own two feet! What happened? Did the Lamborghini break down? Or did the Lincoln run out of gas? Damn! I guess the Cadillac is still in Dallas, isn’t it, but you could have flown over in the helicopter, you know."
    "Trinity," Chase warned. "Don’t start."
    "Well, really, Chase," she reasoned, "you could have gotten here in about a minute. Think of the time it would have saved."
    "Okay, okay. Point taken." He grinned. "You think I overdo it when it comes to transportation, obviously. But my way is fast and safe, and it sure does beat that wreck you drive."
    Trinity couldn’t dispute that point, because it was absolutely true. But her car was paid for, and she couldn’t afford a new one. Besides, it was too glorious a day to argue—about anything.
    Wearing a charcoal-gray warm-up suit that was slightly damp with sweat, Chase looked arousingly healthy and vitally alive. His silver hair was tousled, and his eyes were a warm blue, absorbing her into their depths.
    "Mommy, Mommy!" She turned to find that Stephanie and Tray had run up to her. "We need to go get Ant’ony. We neeeed him!"
    Trinity laughed at her daughter’s exaggeration. "Why, honey?"
    Tray answered the question. "’Cause we need someone to bury in the leaves."
    "Why don’t you take turns getting covered, then?"
    "That’s no fun," Tray protested, his chubby little arms planted firmly on his hips, obviously convinced that his Aunt Trinity didn’t fully understand the situation. "We want to do it together."
    "Oh." She thought this predicament out, then turned to look at Chase, barely able to keep a straight face. "I bet Mr. Colfax would just love to play with y’all and let you cover him with leaves."
    The kids let out squeals of excitement. "Really, really?" They started running around the two adults in circles. "C’mon, c’mon!"
    Chase’s face twisted into an expression of irritated amusement as he looked at Trinity. "One of these days. Trinity Ann Warrenton ..." he growled, shaking his fist.
    "Yes, Mr. Colfax?" she questioned innocently, at the same time grabbing his arm and pulling him over to the nearest pile of leaves.
    An hour later. Trinity fell exhausted onto a mound of leaves beside a sprawled-out Chase. He had been amazingly natural with the two children, playing with them on their level, and she felt wonderfully contented.
    "Where did the kids go?" she questioned breathlessly.
    "They probably wandered off to find someone