Darkness Over Me

By Tracilyn George

Moira appeared to the outside world as a strong but compassionate woman who gave freely of herself without thought of her kindness being reciprocated. Those around her believed that nothing fazed her and although she dealt with people in crisis, it never seemed to affect her negatively.

 

But when she lost her best friend and confidante, she thought her world would fall apart - again. It was at that moment when Chance came into her life, taking her on an emotional trip she would not soon forget. Chance was a handsome and charming older man who gave her the much-needed attention that she had craved for so long. But when secrets began to surface about the man she had fallen in love with, Moira found she was wishing he had never come into her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clydesdale Books
• Release date: Dec 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9783755422242

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Dedication

Darkness Over Me

By Tracilyn George

©2006 Tracilyn George

Dedication

To the narrow-minded

Who may one day

Find they really

Have nothing to say.

And to the cold-hearted

Who just may be

Finding how it is

To be me.

Psalm 142

I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication. 2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble. 3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. 5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. 6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

1

To the outside world, Jason appeared to be a very simple man. This was because he lived a life that appeared to be very easy and uncomplicated by many standards.

He was well off from a significant fortune left to him by the grandparents who raised him since he was a toddler, but did not feel the need to live in a large estate. Instead, he had decided to make his home in a small, two-bedroom bungalow in the north end of Dartmouth.

He didn’t believe it prudent to be flaunting his wealth. After all, he didn’t want to attract friends and enemies he could much rather do without.

The friends he wanted - and had - would like him for him and not his money. As for his enemies, he would rather have them resent him for something he did or said rather than be jealous of his having things they wished they owned.

His choice of clothing was often simple, but professional. He felt it to be unnecessary to wear three hundred-dollar suits when a simple shirt and tie would do. He believed that one didn’t have to spend a lot of money to look successful. It was his belief looking and feeling well had nothing to do with money; it was all in the attitude.

Of course, Jason did not have an attitude. While he did appear to be distant at times, he never looked down his nose at anyone and believed everyone had the right not to be judged prematurely. It was his opinion that all people deserved a chance and everyone deserved a break. This was the main reason he did so well at the People First Organization.

People First was founded by Travis Wayne. The mission statement of the organization was those in need required immediate attention and personal financial gain took a back seat to helping those who needed them in desperate times. Those who worked for Travis had to check their egos at the door.

Every person was hired knew he or she would not become wealthy working at People First. The philosophy of its founder was money only clouded people’s judgment; and if you were helping others to make sense of what was going inside their heads, then the therapists needed have a clear focus.

He had a high standard in those he hired. Travis only wanted individuals who truly put the well-being of others ahead of themselves. He didn’t want people who looked for fame or glory during the process of helping an individual in need of help.

Travis knew the client would be the one who suffered because of the therapist’s ego, and it was not the reason he started his company. He didn’t want people thinking they could make money off those who needed treatment. He believed therapists should be more worried about the clients they served than padding their pocketbooks.

Jason loved dealing with people, especially those in need. He was one of the first people on the scene of a fire or assault just to give a shoulder to lean on or a hand to clean up. He wanted only to be judged by his merits. The last thing he wanted was to be judged by his material possessions or by his color.

He met up with one of his colleagues, Moira Ferguson, at a house fire in the north end of Halifax. The entire family had been put out, and the inspectors had just arrived to investigate the cause. The kids loved Jason because he had the childlike qualities to which they could relate.

He was dancing around, making faces and weird noises. He did everything and anything he could to keep them from thinking about losing everything they owned. Alex learned at an early age how to help others take their minds off their troubles, even if it was only for a few moments.

The last thing he wanted was for them to focus on tragedy. He would rather give them some good memories of the day they lost their material possessions. Moira was holding the baby, talking to him and playing peek-a-boo.

She loved children, but in her heart; she believed she wouldn’t make much of a mother. Her own childhood had been so traumatic she didn’t have the confidence to raise children for fear of not doing right by them.

She knew Jason had a wonderful time growing up, despite his beginnings. His parents had died in a tragic accident his first Christmas. A drunk driver had slammed into the car and they had been killed on impact. Jason was the only survivor and was sent to be with his grandmother in Toronto.

She had met his grandmother the year before she passed away. Moira could see why he adored her so much. She was very kind and welcomed anybody her grandson brought home.

Mrs. Bennett doted on all people as if they were a part of the family. She had made certain that Jason wanted for nothing growing up. Mrs. Bennett was the perfect role model, and it was obvious that he had inherited her warm traits.

Jason was crushed when she died, but he chose only a week to grieve. Travis had sent out word that he could take as long as he needed. He replied it wasn’t necessary, although he appreciated the gesture. He believed his grandmother would understand his wanting to go back to work as soon as possible.

His work had given him more comfort than staying at home grieving. The last thing he needed – or wanted – was to be idle and have his mind wander. He didn’t want to be constantly thinking about his grandmother and the emptiness he now had in his life. Work had been his salvation, not to mention Moira’s warm shoulder to lean on when needed.

However, also days like this caused Jason some anguish. It hurt him to see entire families lose everything they worked so hard to achieve. He had seen so much of that when he was growing up in Toronto. No one, especially young children, should be subjected to such a loss.

When the group had the family was finally situated with hotel rooms, Moira and Jason headed back to the office. It was nearing the end of November and the air was chilly.

It was especially cold after being out for several hours as they had. Do you want to grab a tea there, buddy? she asked as they made their way into the lobby.

The receptionist, Deanna, handed out their messages as they walked by. Deanna admired both Moira and Jason, as did most of the people who worked at People First.

Hello, Ms. Ferguson. Good afternoon, Mr. Bennett. It looks as if the two of you had a pretty rough morning.

Even though both Jason and Moira were doctors, they preferred not to be addressed as such. They believed it sounded too ostentatious and favored the Ms. and Mr. to being called doctor.

Actually, they preferred being called by their given names. However, if those they worked with decided not to, Ms. and Mr. would be their first choice. They wanted the people around them to not fear them but to consider them as friends.

Both nodded, emotionally exhausted. Jason muttered under his breath. Days like this dug deep and hurt more than either were willing to admit. Actually, he answered, Tea sounds perfect right about now.

Moira wrapped her arm around his waist, and they headed for the cafeteria. Many of the people who worked at People First were either psychologists or psychiatrists. But the seemingly random acts of human kindness were their true business.

Can you please tell me why fires only seem to happen in the middle of winter? Jason grumbled as he doctored up his tea. Is it possible someone higher up is trying to test us? He hated the cold as much as Moira loved it.

She grinned, her dark green eyes sparkling with mischievousness. "I think you need to buck it up there, buddy boy. Besides, it’s not even that cold out. Be a man already.

But have you thought this through? Maybe we are being tested to see how our stamina holds up. We can score major points with the big man upstairs."

Jason snickered. He knew that Moira was very spiritual, and loved teasing her about it whenever possible. I think Travis knows our stamina pretty well. I think he should start bringing in the rookies. Goodness knows that they need the experience, not us.

Moira just rolled her eyes. Yeah, right, Jason, whatever, she said, giving him the ‘whatever,’ sign. You would miss getting your hands dirty playing around with the kids. And don’t you dare deny it! She giggled as she pointed her finger at him.

In return, he gave the ‘like I care’ look. Do I have much of a choice? You know, I was raised to respect my elders, he retorted. He knew he would get a rise out of her, since she was only a few months older than he was.

She kicked him lightly under the table. She and Jason had always played the brother-sister rivalry bit. Their co-workers loved it when they did their mock arguments. They knew it was a stress reliever for the pair. It gave them a welcome bit of comic relief in an otherwise taxing day.

Moira and Jason wanted to ensure everyone was at ease and not too choked up about anything. It was best that they keep as professional a distance as they could without becoming overwhelmed. They didn’t want to be treating their colleagues for mental breakdown or fatigue.

That baby sure did like you, he blurted. Maybe you should have two or three of your own. Then I can be Uncle Jason. He knew how much Moira adored children, especially those under the age of eight. Anyone older than that, she instantly distrusted.

She raised her eyebrows and snorted. While she did love children, she preferred the ones she could give back to their parents.

She had lived this long on her own that the thought of sharing her life and her home with someone else bothered her. She enjoyed the freedom of being alone and not being attached to another person who dictated her actions and decisions.

What about you, Mister I-bet-you-can’t-do-this? I can see you with half dozen rug rats or so. Then I can be Auntie Moira.

She never considered having children. She loved children, but she would much rather be an aunt to them than a mother. She much rather be able to spoil them but then return them to their parents at the end of the day.

Jason was such a kid at heart and knew how to relate to children of all ages. He had an innate ability to make them relax and take their minds off their troubles. They trusted him immediately, as if they had an unspoken understanding of whom they were dealing with.

He flashed his devilish grin, his dark brown eyes twinkling devilishly. He leaned forward, chuckling as he did so. Make you a deal. When you have one, I’ll have one, he smirked, his smile broadening.

She extended her hand, raising her eyebrows. Baby, I’ll pay big bucks to see you have one. And knowing you like I do, I know you wouldn’t be able to handle the pain. Jason was a big man in stature, but Moira knew he was a coward under his large body.

He returned her hand, grasping it tightly. Well, the way science is going nowadays, ya never know. There are also medications that will numb any pain I may encounter. His deep brown eyes sparkled with the mischievousness of a twelve-year-old.

Moira headed home and placed herself spread eagle on her living room floor. Jason often told her that if he weren’t raised a gentleman, he would take her when she lay like that. She believed that he should have taken a chance. He may have liked it.

However, Jason respected her far too much to take advantage of her. It was one of her ways of relaxing, letting all the stress of the day mediate from her body. Actually, it was her first step of her system.

And Jason knew better. His grandmother raised him to be better than that. He probably felt she would come back from the dead if he went against the morals she had dutifully instilled in him.

She stared blankly up at her stark white ceiling. She had a simple philosophy in life. Put out there what you would want to come back to you. It was the simple law of attraction.

It took her a long time to plug into how the universe worked, but she went after it with gusto. She knew she still had a lot more to do, but she was already putting the law into action.

Spirituality was of the essence for her. It was her contention that you had to understand yourself first before you could begin understanding those around you.

The power higher than oneself was there to guide you from the inside out. She believed that all religions of the world had one basic, simple thread that bound them together.

There is one greater power, whether it was God, Allah, Buddha - whatever the religion called its icon, and that power guided its followers along the path to greatness. She knew she was being general in that belief, but fundamentally, it was what she felt.

Moira didn’t really belong to one religious sect. It wasn’t as if she weren’t religious. She was. But she hadn’t found the one that suited her and she didn’t consider things irrationally. She considered herself a follower of all religions.

She liked to study and think things through. And choosing a religion, she felt was extremely important. She didn’t want to slight anyone by making a rash decision.

Religion was a personal subject, and it wasn’t something that should be considered lightly. It had to fit the person’s own values.

She had been raised Christian. Her mother had been a devout Anglican, but Moira found it to be too stringent and had confrontations with one of the ministers on several occasions. She believed there to be only one God in the Christian world and He really didn’t worry about where His children worshiped as long as they did so.

She had ventured into other places of worship - Catholic, Jewish, Muslim - and found them to be as rewarding as the next. So she left the Anglican Church, but stilled prayed daily.

Even after all she had been through early in life, she knew God would protect her where it mattered. He always looked out for the soul. And He always healed the heart.

Her body may have been battered, but her spirit was resilient. And it took its share of bruises along the way but always managed to come through to the other side in one piece.

2

Jason believed he and his division had worked extremely hard that quarter. Many people had been displaced or disheartened because of a long string of house fires and burglaries.

The winter seemed to be the worst time of year for families. His fellow co-workers seemed to be going full tilt to help where they could. He couldn’t think of a better job than that of helping those in need.

As a reward for their dedication, Moira decided to throw them a party at her home. Moira had inherited the property plus a substantial fortune when her mother died several years before.

She definitely wasn’t working for the money and wouldn’t have even if she weren’t wealthy. She had dedicated herself early on to helping others for she had witnessed pain and suffering first-hand at a young age.

Her group appreciated her get-togethers. Her parties were always well planned and Moira was always the gracious host. She felt her staff deserved to be rewarded and in return, her staff loved and respected her for that.

Previous employers rarely gave a kind word. So when they found one who appreciated them and their efforts, they became instantly loyal.

Guests began to arrive early that evening. Moira had a vast array of food and beverages, as usual. And of course, Jason was last one to arrive. He always liked being fashionably late. Besides, it annoyed Moira and he loved to do anything to get her worked up.

He could feel his heart race when he saw his boss in a form-fitting black dress that complimented her full figure. He hoped his affections weren’t obvious to anybody, but, no one would have cared. Many thought they should be together anyway since they appeared to be a perfect match.

Jason grabbed a beer before he made himself comfortable near a few friends from accounting. Jason didn’t believe in cliques and because of this, he made friends with people from all walks of life. Besides, people liked hanging with Jason.

He was funny and loved making others laugh. His idols were Wayne and Shuster. He often did their skits in his own unique one-man show. His co-workers adored it and always looked forward to parties so they could listen to him. They often referred to him as the Jim Carrey of the East Coast.

Once settled, he took a quick glance around to check out what was going on. Most of the guests he knew, but there was one in particular he didn’t recognize. The man was trying to be inconspicuous but it didn’t seem to be working.

Instead of making a scene, Jason thought he would watch to see what would happen first. More to the point, this was Moira’s party and he didn’t think she would let just anyone come into her home. Moira was not above keeping herself and her guests safe whenever possible.

The stranger continued to chat with the other guests, making the women giggle and the men chuckle. Jason’s first impression was he was slimy and underhanded. He definitely wasn’t Moira’s type.

Maybe he came with someone - which was possible since Jason felt it was none of his business to pry into everyone’s personal life. He believed that if they wanted him to know, they would tell him.

Moira mixed and mingled among her staff and their dates. She possessed special warmth that made everyone feel welcome. She smiled suspiciously yet playfully at Jason. Mr. Bennett, are you going to nurse that one beer all night or have you had a two-four or so before you came? she scowled, playfully.

He grinned in response. You know me, Ms. Ferguson. It takes me awhile to get started on things but once I do, look out. He made a gun gesture with his hand, emphasizing the ‘look out.’

She snickered, patting his head in a ‘good boy’ way and made a beeline to the other side of the room. She liked Jason’s sarcastic humor - it was so in line with her own dark sense of wit and she thought it was the main reason they got along so well. Few people understood it and most took it personally until they realized it was only in jest.

Like Jason, she had noticed the stranger in her home. She also thought he had come with one of her staff and like Jason, she believed the personal lives of her colleagues were just that. It was not her job to poke her nose into their business.

She would do so only if requested and she would gladly oblige them whenever possible. But, she also was of the opinion that as team leader, it was her job to protect her employees from whatever malice pursued them and she told them so. If she heard through the grapevine that one of them was having a problem with their significant other, she did what she could to help them.

Many times, she had offered a safe haven to sleep, think or just get away from the moment. Many times, she was taken up on that offer. She was adored for it but she was rarely told. She believed that family stuck by each other and showed their love in actions, not words.

Gifts would appear at her desk for her kindness. None of them was signed but Moira knew where they came from. A sly smile acknowledged everything. No one even had to know the situation or the individuals involved. For Moira, discretion was of the utmost importance.

Irving Boyd wanted desperately to fit in with the group. He knew that Moira and Jason suspected he was an outsider from the moment he arrived, but was convinced he had the others accepting him as a date of one of their friends.

Moira was very attractive, with long auburn hair, emerald green eyes and a full figure. She had a lot more to offer a man than slimmer women. Irving also knew she was intelligent, direct and didn’t play around.

Chance Gordon, his boss, had given him precise instructions on how to do this. Chance was founder and head of MindOverMatter, a large corporation in which he purchased organizations on the brink of bankruptcy. He would then build the companies back up then proceed to sell them at a profit.

But in the process of doing this, he would find ways to let people go. Many were laid off due to lack of work or they were forced to retire. Some, unable to cope with being out of work, ended their lives.

Chance took great pleasure in destroying people. He knew young Irving was very arrogant with his approach to women but only because he was insecure in himself. Moira would never fall for conceit, especially when it came to men. Irving would have to play nice - pretend to be interested in what others had to say. But above all else, act charming but not overly so.

The reason he was told to do this was because Moira would see right through it. Irving wanted desperately to approach the woman but was, for the first time, intimidated by her. She was tiny in stature but she carried herself very well and had an aura of strength about her. He decided to let her come to him.

Moira watched him carefully for about an hour or so. She didn’t want to cause a scene in front of her guests, in case he was a friend of theirs. When it appeared that he didn’t stick with just one or two people, she decided to take the chance to approach him.

"Hi, I’m Moira. I’ve been watching you most of the night and have yet to figure out a few things. I have only two questions.

First question is who are you? The second question is who are you here with?" Irving was told that she was blunt but he never expected it to be like this. She was definitely direct.

He flashed his charming smile. He knew she was suspicious but he wanted to get the information he needed before he was thrown out.

I came alone. I heard about the party and your organization - especially about you, Ms. Ferguson. I wanted to get to know more about you and your people. I was hoping to eventually be hired on to the company.

Don’t waste time

With tired old lines.

Be original.

Use your head.

Think, my friend.

You might enjoy it.

Your brain will thank you.

Believe me, babe,

It’ll like its own notions.

Just like potions,

One becomes another;

Quickly multiplying,

Making you believe

They will never end.

Wander through

The mysteries lurking

Inside the recesses

Of your grey matter

Be original.

When you exercise

Your brain,

You might be surprised

With the results

That come of it.

No one likes

Hearing the same things

Repeated again and again.

So be original,

My friend

And you just might

Learn something.

Be Original by Moira Ferguson

Moira eyed him suspiciously. He was trying too hard to be slick for her liking. She always had the ability to see through phony exteriors and didn’t appreciate people who put forth a persona that were not true to their nature.

And how did you hear about all of us? We’re pretty low-key. We don’t believe in advertising.

Irving grinned. I heard about your great work through word of mouth, Ms. Ferguson. Good deeds, I hear, never go without reward. He hoped she would fall for this line, even if it were cliché. It was quickly obvious she did not.

Her green eyes darkened to a deep jade. "That’s true but we don’t work for the reward or for the money. We earn enough to make our way but not much more. We do it because it makes us feel good.

You don’t strike me as the type of person who does good things just for the sake of doing it. I think you do it for the money, the glory, the recognition. In fact, I think you’d do just about anything for it."

The spy began to panic. He had done something to let her on to him. Chance was going to kill him - or worse. He had to think fast. "Look, Ms. Ferguson, I just wanted to meet you.

I’ve heard so much about you that I crashed your party. I’ve seen you on TV whenever you or your group does something for people in need." Irving was desperate. He needed the woman to believe he admired her.

Moira scowled, her intense green eyes coldly focusing on him. They were so cold; Irving was feeling goose bumps.

"I don’t believe you. I want you out of my home now and you can tell whomever you work for that I am not impressed that my privacy has been invaded. I will be on the lookout for you.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to calm down. Jason, make certain this creep leaves the premises before I call the cops."

She flipped her auburn hair and angrily went upstairs. She needed a few moments to cool herself off. The young man watched her blankly, not knowing what had just hit him. Jason chuckled quietly, knowing exactly what had just transpired.

Hurricane Moira had just swept through the living room and had a direct hit on the young man. Irving spied him and made his way towards him. I suppose you think that was funny?

You’re quite the scholar, aren’t you? Where did you go to school? It must have been the University of I’m Not Very Bright. Jason couldn’t help it; he found Moira amusing when she shredded people to bits. She never had to raise her voice but just the mere tone was enough to let people know she was not pleased.

And he especially liked it when she tore a strip off idiots like this guy. It made him appreciate his place in the world. If you don’t mind a suggestion, I recommend you leave before she comes back down here.

Irving grumbled something under his breath and decided against arguing. Jason was probably right in his warning - Moira seemed the type who could destroy a person without his realizing it. He turned and disappeared, determined to infiltrate the organization somehow.

By now, Jason was beginning to loosen up. He had more than enough beer to make normal people woozy.

If Jason was funny stone cold sober, he was twice as funny when he had a couple of drinks in him. And he worked the drunkenness into his routine. He knew that Moira’s guests needed to relax and forget about the incident.

He was just the person for the job to get this party back on track. He did bits and pieces of Wayne and Shuster, mixed in with other comics. He did a little Art Carney and Jim Carrey. He liked comedians who were physical and off-the-wall. He was definitely into slapstick.

Many people were surprised he mimicked white comedians. Jason thought a lot of the black comics used too much foul language. Not all of them, mind you. He did like Bill Cosby and the Wayans. He didn’t believe comedy had a color barrier.

He was going into his last skit when Moira finally came back downstairs. She shook her head at him with mock disgust, all the while grinning from ear-to-ear. She had been watching from the top of the staircase through most of his routine.

If anyone could get her out of a foul mood, Jason was the one who could do it. And more often than not, he did. He had done his job.

3

Moira decided she would not be spending New Year’s at home, alone as usual. She didn’t want a date, just to go out and spend time with people other than those she worked with. Not that she had a problem with her staff. On the contrary, she felt as though her team was the family she never really had.

This year, though, would be different. She decided she needed a social life. She called it her pre-New Year’s resolution. Everyone else on her staff had one, including Jason although he tried to make it as if he didn’t. Her only problem now was where to go.

She finally decided on a bash being thrown at the local recreation center. She knew by talk around the office that none of her staff would be there - they were either doing house parties or going downtown. She felt secure enough in that fact no one she knew would be attending and therefore try to protect her or hog her attention.

She stepped out of her car and handed the keys to the valet. He was taken aback by her. She was not a knockout by any means but she was pretty. She didn’t consider herself in the same league as Ann-Margret or Halle Berry.

But she was stunning that evening, especially in the forest green velvet gown she had decided to wear. It was a good color for her, she thought. It brought out not only her deep green eyes, but also the dark red of her hair.

Moira walked gracefully into the hall, trying her best not to look as if she was alone. Not that she needed to worry. She didn’t stay that way for very long. Men crowded around her almost from the moment she walked into the room. They were mesmerized, first by her looks but then by her wit and intelligence.

She giggled, sipping on champagne most of the evening. It was the first time in months that her mind wasn’t on work.

That is, until she caught sight of someone who looked vaguely familiar and her heart jumped. She wasn’t certain if she were angrier with him or angry with herself for getting upset.

Irving had noticed her, too. He hoped that she had forgotten about the night at her house party. It had been over a month but he knew that she had an excellent memory and would eventually recall their unfortunate meeting.

He decided to wait before approaching her for a dance. He wanted to be sure that she had forgotten. But he never got the opportunity.

Unfortunately, for Irving, Chance had also spotted her. He knew who she was but he was unaware of how attractive and charming she was. Irving had described her to him, but Chance trusted very few and believed even less. This time, Irving had not exaggerated.

Chance approached her cautiously. He didn’t want to set off any alarms. Unlike Irving, he knew how to control himself. And he also knew how to talk to women without making them feel degraded or ill at ease. He liked when he conquered women without them even realizing they’ve been taken.

Moira watched him as he made his way towards her. He was very attractive and had a smile that would charm the rattle off a snake. She was flattered - he could have gone to anyone. She decided to keep her guard to a minimum but not so much that she was totally in an uncompromising position.

His soft, chocolate brown eyes twinkled. His mouth curled when he spoke. Hi, my name is Chance, he said, extending his hand. His voice was warm, almost melodic.

Moira loved the deepness of it. It had just enough softness that it didn’t come off as booming, which would scare a lot of people. She just had to make sure she didn’t fall under the trance of his voice.

The young woman tried not to laugh as she grasped his hand snugly. Chance? What were your parents thinking? It was an unusual name, much like her own but at least she didn’t have people questioning how it came about.

It’s okay - you can laugh. I know it’s not exactly the first choice people think of when they want to name their kid but I rather like it. It fits my personality, I think. His eyes sparkled warmly, setting the young woman at ease.

Moira looked intently upon him. Maybe so, but you still haven’t answered my question. She could feel herself becoming flush with the unexpected attention. She hoped she wouldn’t fall for his obvious charms.

He nodded slightly. His chocolate brown eyes were captivating and Moira was doing her best not to become too mesmerized by them. "I do apologize, my dear. I was just captivated by your laugh. I hope you don’t take offense.

As for my name, my mother said that I came to be because of a chance encounter with my father. So that’s why they chose to call me Chance. I know it’s stupid but it’s as good a reason as any."

Irving watched keenly as his boss and Moira chatted freely with each other. He was awestruck by Chance’s charismatic way with people. He was especially smooth when it came to women. He wished that he had the same ability, in particular the time he was at Moira’s home.

Chance had torn a strip off of him when he returned to the office the following week. How dare he make a fool of the company, embarrassing all that he had worked for?

If he had known Irving would screw up so badly, he wouldn’t have sent to do the job, no matter how simple it was. A chimpanzee would have done a better job at gaining the trust of the young woman.

Irving tried to explain to him that the organization hadn’t even been mentioned. Chance wouldn’t listen - he knew how smart Moira and her people were. They would be able to trace anyone anywhere. He had to do damage control.

Chance followed Moira onto the dance floor. He had to admit he was attracted to her. Not in the lustful way, he was usually attracted to women.

He found her charming and witty. He loved the light fragrance she wore and how gracefully she carried herself. If he wasn’t careful, he could easily fall in love with a woman like her.

Moira took pride on how she presented herself. She believed that she should hold herself high but not so much that people thought her arrogant. Although she was not the Hollywood stereotype of beauty – she had curves everywhere that counted – she knew how to dress to hide imperfections and accentuate her assets.

She also prided herself on not falling for outward appearances. Many hearts were broken with a kind word spoken at the onset or a handsome face. And this Chance had both.

Although she was captivated and flattered by Chance’s charms, she felt he might be a little too charismatic. She didn’t exactly trust anyone that smooth. But she decided she was having far too good of a time to worry about it and she probably wasn’t going to see him again after tonight anyway.

They talked most of the night. Both felt as if they had known each other for years. Moira couldn’t remember the last time she had such a good time. She was having so good of a time that she didn’t realize how the night just flew by. Midnight seemed to come only moments after she arrived.

Chance was such a passionate kisser - obviously with tons of experience. He was a very handsome man, especially for one whom seemed to be quite a bit older than she was. Maybe what people said was true - men only get better with age.

The party finally came to an end around two. Chance escorted Moira to her car, promising that he would never forget this night. She agreed. She hadn’t had such a good time in ages and part of her didn’t want the evening to end.

He looked down upon her fondly, lightly caressing her cheek. Look, I know it’s late but would like you like to go somewhere for coffee and we can talk like normal people?

He knew if he could isolate the young woman, he would have a better opportunity to gain her confidence. What better way for him to infiltrate her organization?

She smiled; her face warm as she found herself somewhat entranced by the older man. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it as she had never felt that way before. You mean not trying to yell over music that’s playing far too loud? she replied.

Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. So what do you say? We can go to the Second Cup or Tim’s and get a high off caffeine. His deep voice was soft and soothing. So much so, it transfixed her and it scared her all in the same moment.

She could feel her heart flutter. Why was this man so interested in her? It wasn’t as if she were drop-dead gorgeous. She felt she was passable but not the type of woman who had men drooling over her.

He could have his pick of any woman around and it was her belief he probably did. But what the heck, she only lived once. Okay, I’ll meet you at Tim’s on Water Street in about twenty minutes.

He was waiting at the entrance for her when she arrived. He looked quite out of his element dressed the way he was. Then she realized that she probably looked out of place too. He beamed, holding the door for her as she passed by.

She felt like a giddy little school girl on her first date. She hated giddy. She felt it to be a sign of weakness. She had no time for weakness in her life. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention and didn’t want for she felt it distracted her from what was truly important.

Moira and Chance was an arresting couple. Granted that Chance appeared years older than she did, but the patrons of the small coffee shop could barely keep their eyes off of them. It wasn’t that they were the Hollywood ideal of a handsome pair, it was because they weren’t.

Both had some weight on them - not so much that people looked upon them in disgust but enough to give them both a healthy figure. Moira was tiny in stature - not much taller than five foot and Chance was close to six.

Moira wasn’t used to the attention that was being paid to her. It seemed almost too good to be true - like Cinderella at the ball. The only problem was Moira didn’t believe in the fairy tales and the happily ever after.

She had seen enough in her short life that she knew that it never happened. She had no delusions about what would or could happen.

Neither did Chance. Both just wanted to stay in the moment for they both felt it could never last no matter how hard they had tried. Chance gazed gently upon her face.

She wore very little make up. It was just enough to give her features an extra boost. She had the redheaded complexion with just a hint of ruddiness. She was of the opinion too much make up only made her look as if she were hiding something.

She didn’t seem to care that she didn’t have the porcelain doll features that other women tried to achieve. She seemed to lack the vanity of girls he had dated in the past.

His eyes crinkled with mischief. Are you always this calm and collected? Or is this an alternate personality that only comes out at night?

He loved how she didn’t put on airs for anybody. She was so down to earth he couldn’t believe she was real. He reminded her so much of someone. He just couldn’t put his finger on it but was determined to figure it out.

She took a long sip of her tea before she answered. She wasn’t certain how she would answer that question honestly without putting the man off. Actually, I’m neither. I have a little bit of a temper. My friends call me the Bichon.

He gave her a shocked look. They refer you to a dog? How dare they compare this beautiful and charming woman sitting in front of him to a four-legged animal? What human didn’t possess some traits they preferred not to have?

She nodded, giggling and rolling her big green eyes. Yes, the dog. It not only refers to my height but to my personality. I’m all bark and no bite. No respect from my friends. No respect at all. Moira blushed, realizing she was mimicking Jason and his impression of Rodney Dangerfield.

Chance could feel his smile getting bigger as the night went on. It had been years since he felt this way with a woman.

It had been so long that he had blocked it out but still couldn’t recall the details. It was the first time he found himself torn between wanting to love the woman across from him and tearing her whole world apart.

4

Jason and Moira were asked by Travis to go to Pond Inlet located in northern Canada. There were families in need of help with what seemed an epidemic of suicides. They were told their only job was to comfort those in grief and help in getting them through the ordeal.

The team was mortified to what they saw. They couldn’t imagine poverty in a country as well off as Canada and a country where they felt their own people were cared for. Not only were they appalled by the poverty level but the lack of care given to the children. Both counselors watched in dismay as the children of the community seemed to wander aimlessly at all hours of the night.

Not just that but it appeared as if many of the kids were inadequately dressed. It appeared as though parents either couldn’t afford to clothe their children or they just didn’t care. At times, it was a combination of the two.

Jason growled. What are we supposed to do? How can we just leave these kids like this?

Calm down, Jason. You know we’re not supposed to interfere. We’re just here for emotional support. Moira knew Jason was as angry as she had been until she realized that there was nothing either one of them could do.

She knew that whatever money they gave would not end up where it was supposed to go. It was best to do what they could without using cash. Jason sighed. Without admitting she was right, he carried on with his assignment. He knew that Moira always did a little extra on the sly.

She was not the type of person who did things for notoriety. She just did the right thing because it was right. And he adored her for that. Jason knew her only reward was how she felt afterwards. She preferred hugs and kisses over fame and money.

The following day, the twosome found their way to the wellness clinic. They did their best to counsel parents, siblings and friends of those who had lost the fight by their own hand.

Many found them a comfort but a few felt that they were just non-Inuit do-gooders. People who they believed really didn’t care whether they lived or died. This hurt Moira deeply - and Jason knew this.

He also knew what would happen if something was said. Many of them would become defensive and when they became defensive, they could cause a lot more harm. That was the last thing that Travis would want, let alone what either of them wanted. It seemed to Jason that they cared little of their own well-being.

Whether or not that was the case, he never knew and was instructed not to ask. He was only allowed to question how they were doing emotionally over the loss of their loved ones. He wanted so much to know because he felt that he could help them if they would let him.

Jason came down one morning to find Moira sitting in the hotel restaurant with a handful of local children. Many of them were nine and ten years old.

She had promised them a hot breakfast on the condition that they tell her stories. She didn’t care whether they were made up or not. As long as she was entertained, they could tell her anything that came into their head.

The kids thought this was great. One youngster, Joanassie, was in the midst of a tale when Jason arrived and took a seat nearby. Moira always encouraged imagination in children. Her favorite quote was by Einstein. He once stated that imagination is more important than knowledge.

She lived by that creed. People often told her she was crazy until she explained her view. Not all were automatically convinced but once they thought about it, they realized she was right.

If we do not imagine, then we cannot gain knowledge, she once told a group of graduating high school students. "For with imagination comes the ideas which change the world. Maybe not necessarily for the better but for the most part, it does.

For imagination gave Bell the telephone and Edison the light bulb. If great men like these didn’t have such great creative minds, then we’d still be sending news by pony, handwritten under a crude oil lamp."

Joanassie’s hands were flapping a mile a minute so into the story he was telling. "My dad jumped off the snowmobile and landed on a large pile of snow. He watched as it kept going and flew over the ridge. When he finally stood up to go see what happened, he let out this squeal.

He sounded like a girl! His snowmobile crashed at the bottom of the hill and smashed into smithereens. And that’s why I’m here today. ’Cause my dad was smart enough to save his own life. He said it he wasn’t chosen to die that day."

The kids clapped and cheered. They loved stories of heroism, even if it didn’t seem all that heroic to many. By this time, they had noticed Jason, listening to their every word. So, how about you, Mr. Bennett, asked Joanassie. Do you have any stories for us today? Moira’s buying if you’re telling.

Jason grinned. Well, how can I pass that up? Did I ever tell you guys about how I met Moira? They all shouted no and he went into the tale at the pool. One thing Moira learned over the years, her best friend loved talking and no amount of coaxing on her part could make him stop.

Moira stopped by his hotel room one night. She was worried about his welfare. The young woman had noticed he was beginning to look worn out and drinking a bit more than usual. She knew that he was taking this assignment far more personally than usual and she was afraid that he would do something drastic.

Jason appreciated her concern and told her so but felt she was being ridiculous. He thought he was handling the situation fine.

"Shall I bring up the fact that I know you’re feeding those kids? You think that you’re so sly; you can put one over on me? I know you better than that, Moira.

I know that you feel better by putting food in their stomachs. It would be too obvious to clothe them because people would notice that all of a sudden they were wearing better outfits but feeding them is a little less noticeable. People would notice that they’re not complaining about being hungry but they wouldn’t be able to pin down where the grub came from."

Moira scoffed. How dare he mock her feeding the needy? So? I know for a fact you’re giving them food too. Besides, it’s not money. We promised we wouldn’t give them money. Travis would flip if he found out.

Jason shot back, Travis would not flip. You know how he is. He’ll be a little miffed that we didn’t follow instructions -.

Yes, we did - in a way, she returned, interrupting him. He told us not to give them money, which I have already mentioned. I have yet to give these kids a penny. Food is different. Food is a necessity. She slapped her hands together for effect.

Jason grinned. All of a sudden, he felt better. His boss had a positive effect on him. No wonder her team was faithful to her. She had a way of caring without being outwardly sappy. Jason hated that about women.

He hated people who depended far too much on others. It made him extremely uncomfortable. He knew that Moira detested that too. In fact, she despised it. It wasn’t that she was cold and unfeeling - she just didn’t feel the need to be all touchy with people.

She was very caring - she wouldn’t be in the work she was in if she wasn’t. Jason observed her with people. She allowed them to lean on her, physically and figuratively. She had no problem with that. She had warmth about her and her kindness shone through her eyes. But she always made certain she kept a professional distance.

Children especially were drawn to her. Moira always joked that it was because she was the same height as they were. Jason knew they felt safe with her. They could tell her anything and she was willing to listen.

She would only give advice when requested. Jason believed that she knew it all even if she never acted like it. Another quality he admired. Not just in his best friend but in all people. He loathed people who saw themselves as above everyone else and tried to rub their noses in it.

Jason? Jason! Snap out of it already, she stated, snapping her fingers near his ears. It was the first time she had ever witnessed him zoning out. At least, the first time he ever zoned out on her. He looked at her, confused. What was she saying?

He must have drifted off in thought. It was something he had never done before, or if he had, it was not in front of his best friend. He flushed, embarrassed. Sorry, boss lady. I promise it won’t happen again.

Best not, either, she retorted, smiling. Travis would not appreciate one of his top people showing signs of dementia. Not to mention how I would feel. I don’t want to be visiting you in a psycho ward.

Jason chortled. Maybe I should go anyway - I need a break. The people I work for are slave drivers. He loved teasing her at every opportunity and for the most part, Moira was sport enough to take it.

Moira gave him a ‘oh, really’ look. Sure you do. As if Travis and I are that hard on you. Anyway, like I was saying before you took your little pleasure trip, Travis called a little while ago. We’re heading back home tomorrow. I’ll see you in the morning.

With that, she turned and left him to pack. Jason just shook his head and laughed out loud. What else could he do? Moira loved having the final word and would stop at almost nothing to have it.

5

Jason’s grandfather decided he was going to take a day off work. Even though it was planned for the middle of the week, he needed to spend some time with the boy. Two days a week just wasn’t going to suffice

Jonas was getting on with age and he knew his health was beginning to fail. Only he and Harriet knew what was happening. They felt it was best to spare the child the news until they knew themselves what was going on and what the options available were.

Even though Jonas had been in the medical profession for many years, he didn’t always keep up with new developments. He tried the best he could but it wasn’t always possible.

He heard through the grapevine at his office that the fair was in town the following week and knew how much his young grandson loved going on the rides. So, he rearranged his schedule in order to take the day off in plans to take the boy to town.

He expected his wife to put up a fuss but she whole-heartedly backed him on his decision. Time is not on your side, my love, she stated. Do what you have to do when it comes to your life and what you want to do with what’s left.

Jonas placed a hand firmly upon Jason’s head, tilting it slightly so he could look directly into the boy’s dark brown eyes. His own light brown eyes glittered with mischief.

What say you and me have a boys’ day out today? What do you think; are you up for it?

Jason’s face lit up. You mean it, Grampa? He paused, giving his grandfather a confused look.

But don’t you have to work? As much as it meant for young Jason to spend the day with his grandfather, he knew Jonas took his work seriously.

It was important to Jonas for it meant in some cases saving someone’s life. Jason understood that importance and never complained about the little time he had with his grandfather.

His grandfather shook his head. No, son, I don’t. That’s the joy of having your own practice. You can schedule personal days. His grin was almost as wide as the youngster’s standing in front of him. Jonas wanted to spend as much time as he could with his young grandson before it was too late.

Jonas stood tall, his hands upon his hips and gazing upon the boy with fondness. Jason admired how the old man carried himself with such pride and self-confidence but with little airs about him. He knew he wanted that same poise when he was older and watched his grandfather as much as possible.

Even though he already knew the answer, Jonas asked, So, what do you want to do? It was the same answer every summer when he decided to take the child on an excursion.

This was the first time he took time during the week to do so. Jason appreciated Jonas making the extra effort to do something with him.

Jason didn’t even hesitate. There’s a fair in town, he proclaimed. Can we go there?

The ten-year-old loved going to the fair for it meant he could take his mind off his schoolwork and whatever issues he was having in the community. He also knew how much Jonas enjoyed the fair.

The man feigned surprise. "So you want to go to the fair, huh? Heavens to Betsy, I didn’t even realize it was in town. It’s a good thing I have you around to tell me these things. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know anything was going on.

But I suppose we can go to the fair, if that’s what you truly want to do. I don’t know if this old body can take the greasy food and rides that make my stomach churn. But if that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do."

Yippee! squealed Jason, jumping around and giving his grandfather hugs. He knew Jonas would agree to it but he was still excited about the trip. Grampa, next to Granny, you’re the best.

Jonas grinned. Well, if I have to be second best to anybody, I don’t mind taking a back seat to Granny. So, go get ready and we’ll be on our way. He knew Jason worshipped his grandmother and wouldn’t dream of interfering with that. He also knew he took a close second in Jason’s heart.

Harriet shook her head, pointing a gnarled finger towards her husband. Now, Jonas, don’t you go filling that child up on French fries and burgers. If I find out he’s had more than one cotton candy, there’s going to be hell to pay.

It didn’t bother Harriet if her husband and grandson had fatty foods once in a while but she didn’t want them to go overboard. To her, everything was to be taken in moderation.

He held her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the cheek. His eyes twinkled mischievously.

"And you expect me to believe that, my darling? Please, I’ve been married to you long enough to know I won’t have much of an argument.

You and I both know a few indulgences every once in a while never hurt anybody. In fact, sometimes they can lead to good things."

His wife looked at him, suspiciously. She looked over at Jason and saw the jumbled anticipation written over his face. The woman knew how much the boy looked forward to his outings with his grandfather and the last thing she wanted was to bring a damper on the festivities.

She feigned indifference; wanting the child to thing she was beaten. Oh, okay, she returned. Just don’t overdo it. I don’t want a sick child coming into my house. I’m getting too old to clean up afterwards. Jason grinned as he ran upstairs to grab his coat and sneakers.

Yes, Mother. We’ll see you later. Jonas gave her another quick kiss as Jason came rushing back downstairs with his jacket. He wrapped his arms around his grandmother, telling her he loved her.

Harriet returned his embrace and his sentiments. Jason reminded her of both Wade and Louisa; she felt blessed to have him in her life even if she didn’t have her son. Her grandson could not replace her child but the love she had for him was now doubled for