Zara had thought her assignment halfway done when Patryk walked in with his two boisterous, flirtatious friends who almost immediately homed in on Keir. But it seemed Mr. Andrews needed a little more cajoling than what Dharma and Chaz were providing. She smiled, remembering the lively banter the pair engaged in, thinking of how much Dharma reminded her of herself—uninhibited, frivolous, and highly sensual. Zara liked her, thought Dharma and Chaz would have been her friends in her previous life, a life that seemed so many miles away and eons ago from the here and now. Here and now, Zara felt like an old woman who had experienced and seen so much more than Dharma, Chaz or Patryk would ever see. She had done the ultimate, died and come back…twice. Except now she was an angel, here to see that Patryk benefited from her hard-earned wisdom and expertise. So now you are Yoda? Get in there and do your job, human! “I’m going, I’m going!”
