Julie did see him again, and much sooner than—but certainly not where—she had expected. Just five days later she saw him in church, sitting just a few rows ahead of her. He was with a tall, slim woman with dark sandy hair and two children. An uneasiness spread throughout her. She hadn’t thought that he could be married. No, she couldn’t be his wife. Not even someone with McCoy’s inborn arrogance could have kissed her the way he did if he had a wife. Still … When the woman turned enough so that Julie could see her face, she saw that the woman was beautiful. She had bright blue eyes and fine, stunning features. At her side was a little girl, maybe a year or two older than Tracy Nicholson. She had soft, pale blond hair that waved down her back. She must have sensed Julie watching her, because she turned and her eyes met Julie’s. She smiled. It was a wonderful smile. Then the boy turned, too. He was about twelve. His eyes weren’t blue. They were that steel gray color, just like McCoy’s.
