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    â€œWhat about Kevin Goodwin?” Goodness asked.
    Gabriel was impressed. Clearly Goodness had already done her research on Beth.
    â€œThey work together. Kevin is unattached,” Goodness continued.
    â€œTrue,” Gabriel murmured. He’d considered Kevin himself, but apparently God had other plans for the young attorney—plans that didn’t include a relationship with Beth. Plus, there was the small matter of her company’s policy on workplace romance, which created a further complication. “Personally, I like Peter,” he said.
    Goodness gave him an incredulous look. “From that computer game Beth’s hooked on? That Peter?”
    Gabriel nodded.
    Goodness thought about it and when she spoke again, she betrayed her reservations. “He’s a possibility, I guess.”
    Gabriel arched one of his heavy white brows. “You guess?” As endearing as Goodness was, he wouldn’t accept insubordination from her or any of the other Prayer Ambassadors.
    â€œDon’t misunderstand me, I like Peter quite a bit,” Goodness added hurriedly, obviously realizing she’d overstepped some invisible line. She should know by now, Gabriel grumbled to himself, that he took Prayer request protocol seriously.
    â€œIt’s just that I’m afraid the only way they’ll ever be able to communicate is as Night Elves,” she said after a moment’s pause.
    This produced a smile. “Yes, well, the computer game’s a concern, but a minor one.”
    â€œBeth likes Peter—doesn’t she?” Goodness asked.
    Gabriel had to reflect on that question carefully. “She’s comfortable with him. With what she knows of him, anyway,” he finally said.
    â€œThat’s a start,” Goodness murmured in an uncertain voice.
    â€œYou have a problem with it?” Gabriel asked, genuinely interested in her reply.
    â€œNot a problem…” Goodness hesitated. “I think it’s a sad state of affairs that humans are resorting to relationships through the computer. There’s no real intimacy—but I could be wrong. I’ll admit that’s happened before.”
    Gabriel shrugged. “For some, it’s simply an easier way to meet people. In fact, a person’s character can be revealed in these role-playing games.” He nodded sagely, pleased with his up-to-date observation. “The way Beth and Peter are able to work together as partners, for example.”
    â€œI suppose,” Goodness agreed with evident reluctance. “I still think it’s rather sad.”
    Gabriel studied her. With her current attitude, he had to wonder if Goodness was the right choice for Beth.
    â€œHow’s she doing now?” Goodness asked.
    â€œShall we take a look?”
    â€œPlease.” Goodness sidled closer to the archangel. “You are going to send me to earth, aren’t you?”
    Those same blue eyes gazed at him expectantly. Goodness wasn’t his first choice and he feared this request was too difficult for her. Another Prayer Ambassador, one with a little more experience in complicated situations, might serve better. One who wouldn’t be as tempted by things of the earth. Unfortunately—like Mercy—Goodness had a somewhat blemished reputation when it came to her prayer assignments. But even knowing that, Gabriel found he couldn’t refuse her. “You can join Mercy.”
    â€œOh, thank you,” Goodness trilled, clasping her hands together. Her wings fluttered rapidly with excitement, dropping a feather or two. “I won’t disappoint you, Gabriel. You have my word.”
    â€œI’m counting on that.” He meant it, too. This was too important an assignment for her to bungle; it needed a delicate hand. He caught himself before warning Goodness. No, Gabriel decided, he’d let her unravel the revelations about Beth all on her own. This presented a growth