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lawyer he could find, but his thoughts sat on his brain like an undigested meal. He finally went to bed and after an hour of tossing and turning, he fell asleep.
    The Scrooge dreams returned with Amy’s kids featured as poor and needy. Little Emily never smiled and the sparkle vanished from the twins’ eyes. Ms. Hatcher played an evil housemother, but the star fool bore an uncanny resemblance to himself. He was the one who could have changed everything and made life better for Amy and her kids, but his reluctance kept him from it, and he died before he could change his mind. Desperate to gain custody of the children, Amy agreed to marry a man who would kill her spirit.
    With sickening horror, Justin watched in Technicolor as Amy took her vows to such a man. Everything within him rebelled. No. No. “No!”
    Justin sat straight up in bed, his body in a coldsweat. The image disturbed him so much his heart pounded with his fury.
    Taking several deep breaths, he cleared his head. He rose from the bed, naked, and walked to his window. He pushed aside the curtain and drank in the moonlight.
    He wasn’t dead. Amy and the kids were still safe. It had only been a dream. Only a dream.
    “Yeah, right,” Justin muttered and shook his head. This was no dream. This was a kick in the butt. No more running. Justin knew his purpose was clear. Heaven help him, he was supposed to marry Amy.
     
    “You think we should what?” Amy said, unable to believe her ears as she stared at Justin. He’d called her and asked to come over to speak to her after she put the kids to bed. Although she’d been tired, she agreed.
    “I think we should get married,” Justin said. “You said you needed a husband to get custody of the children. I’m the one you need.”
    Her stomach took a dip at his words. “But we don’t love each other.”
    “Exactly,” he agreed.
    “We don’t really even like each other.”
    “I don’t agree with that,” he said. “I like you.”
    Amy dipped her head and covered her face with her hand. “I like you. Let’s get married,” she whispered to herself. She lifted her gaze to his again. “This just doesn’t make sense to me. Why would you do this? I mean, you don’t need a green card or anything, do you?”
    He shook his head. “No. I’m a U.S. citizen,” he said, then looked away. “This is hard to explain.”
    “Try me,” she said.
    “You know how you have this strong feeling that part of your purpose in life is to help those disadvantaged preschoolers?”
    Amy nodded, but the connection eluded her. “Yes.”
    Justin stood and shoved his hands in his pockets. He walked restlessly to the other side of her den. “Well, when I had that medical emergency, I had a weird dream and I kinda got the message that there was a reason I’m on this earth and I needed to find out what it was.”
    “And?” she prompted, still not making any connection.
    He turned to face her. “I had another weird dream last night. This one was about you and the kids, and I think—” His jaw hardened. “I know I’m supposed to marry you.”
    “Omigoodness,” she said, realization sprinkling through her like a cold rain shower. “You think marrying me is your mission.”
    “I wouldn’t say mission,” he said, wincing.
    “Then what would you call it?”
    “The same reason you gave me when you took me to the hospital. You are one of my reasons for being on this planet.”
    He spoke with such rock-solid certainty that she blinked. She almost believed him. She would have believed him if the notion had not been so totally insane. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but does your family have a history of mental illness?”
    His laugh was short and wry. “No. This is more sane than it appears. You need a husband, and I need to keep my deal with the Almighty.”
    “I didn’t make your deal with the Almighty,” she pointed out.
    “But you made a deal with yourself to get custody of your sister’s children and