Page 92 of One Last Shot
“You mean Seraphina Grizz? Former supermodel?”
“She is? Or was?”
“She’s a social-media influencer, and very much about making Mike look good. They have two perfect children and a perfect house and a perfect life...” London finger quoted the last words. “But what people don’t know is that once upon a time, she got picked up for drunk driving back in her small hometown in Iowa.”
“What?”
London smiled. “I don’t know that. Maybe she doesn’t have a DUI history—let’s hope not. But everybody has a past, Boo. Something they don’t want people to know.”
“I don’t have a past. I have a present. And it keeps following me.”
“But no one who knows you cares.Yourpeople couldn’t care less what MysticWinds382 thinks about you or Blake or anything that went down between you. Don’t let random, anonymous people tell you who you are or what you’re worth.”
Boo just stared at her. “I . . .”
“And now, let’s apply some truth to it. God’s truth to it. What does God say about you and who you are?”
She had nothing. “I don’t know.”
London drew up one knee. “I can tell you. Jesussays that God sent him to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to comfort all who mourn. God very much cares about your soul, your heart, and even how the world looks at you.”
“I’m not sure you’re helping,” Boo said softly. “Because if he looked at my soul?—”
“He’d see a woman he loves. And whom he wants to set free. And already has paid the price for her freedom, if she’ll believe and accept that.”
Boo swallowed. “You sound like my father. Or my sister Austen.”
London smiled. “I’ll take it.” She took another sip of coffee. “How about this? God told his people that he would strengthen them and help them, and that those who raged against them would surely be ashamed and disgraced. So we’re not supposed to be afraid. Or try to fix everything. Because we’re not in control anyway. By the way, that’s straight out of Isaiah 41. I can keep going if you want.”
“When did you become a Bible scholar?”
London’s smile fell and she took a breath. “Actually, I was a missionary?—”
A knock sounded at the door.
London put down her coffee. “Did you invite anyone over?”
Boo pulled her hair back, found a fastener. “No.”
London got up and headed to the door. Opened it.
Not Oaken, but Shep stood at the door, stamping his feet. “Hey, London. I came by to check on you guys and see if you needed a ride to the Tooth.”
“Check on us?”
“Moose called both of you, twice. No answer.”
Boo picked up her phone.Oops.Yes, two calls had come in while she’d been talking with London. And she guessed that London’sphone was upstairs.
“Sorry. We didn’t get them.”
“Some skiers went missing last night up at the Copper Mountain ski area. Air One has been called out—both us and Dodge.”
Boo had gotten off the sofa. “Does Oaken know?”
Shep had come in, closed the door. He wore a stocking cap and hadn’t shaved. “I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter—they’re not shooting anymore. According to Oaken, the show is done.”
She was gathering her duvet into her arms, about to head upstairs to change. Now she just looked at him. “What?”