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At the Right Time
At the Right Time
At the Right Time
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At the Right Time

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Ready for his first assignment as a guardian angel, Rudolph Jones meets the provocative Julie Winters. He must find the confidence to connect with her. And the courage to face love at first sight.

A short story concurrent with the novel In the Right Place. Includes a free preview of the novel.

Lynn C. Kelly is the romance pen name for Kelly Cairo. A prize-winning author whose short fiction has appeared in anthologies published by Simon & Schuster, she also publishes science fiction and fantasy as Kelly Cairo, and mystery as Kasey Carson.

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Release dateOct 21, 2011
ISBN9781466106901
At the Right Time
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Lynn C. Kelly

Lynn C. Kelly is the romance pen name for Kelly Cairo. A prize-winning author whose short fiction has appeared in anthologies published by Simon & Schuster, she also publishes science fiction and fantasy as Kelly Cairo, and mystery as Kasey Carson.

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    At the Right Time - Lynn C. Kelly

    At the Right Time

    A Guardian Angel short story

    concurrent with the novel

    In the Right Place

    Lynn C. Kelly

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    At the Right Time

    Do you think Rudolph is ready? the chief asked. He propped his meaty elbows up on the floating glass tabletop and rested his head on his hands, waiting for the report.

    He’s close at best, the trainer replied. He kept his hands neatly folded on his lap as a sullen child might sit in the principal’s office. Which was actually a fair assessment of the situation.

    Other than the glass tabletop and two matching glass chairs, there was nothing in the room but a bit of rolling fog. And the room wasn’t even a room, just a soft white space that seemed to stretch on forever. The chief’s idea of heavenly, even though they weren’t exactly in Heaven. More the business side of heavenly activities.

    What seems to be the problem?

    Rudolph is somewhat—how do I put it? Naive. Yes, he is rather naive. The trainer settled on that explanation.

    The trainer sported a tan leisure suit, which could only be chalked up to a failed attempt to stay up with the styles. At least he was trying. It contrasted in an odd way with his gray muzzle, as if he had permanent five o’clock shadow, though it was impossible to say the last time he shaved. It certainly had been more than a day, and was probably closer to a couple of centuries.

    Well, that’s not a bad trait in one in our line of work.

    I agree... the trainer hesitated.

    But... The chief raised an eyebrow, waiting for the rest of it.

    The trainer shook his head, He lacks a certain confidence and I can’t seem to help him find it.

    Perhaps his first assignment will provide that confidence. Do we have someone easy? the chief asked.

    The trainer smirked, then caught the eye of the chief. Depends what you mean by easy.

    How so?

    Well, next up is Julie Winters. She’s a real estate agent who specializes in serving our, uh, rather notorious competitors. And she has quite a reputation for being rather quick to enjoy the, uh, pleasures of the body.

    I see. The chief produced a small laugh and the fogged danced about as if it was invigorated. She is human, you know.

    The trainer let out a sigh. Thank goodness the chief didn’t think him indelicate.

    But as far as serving the underworld—I assume that’s what you mean about her real estate clients—now that is worrisome, the chief pointed out. It’s your call. You trained him. What do you think?

    The trainer rubbed his hands together as if trying to warm them. Not that he was cold, rather, it was a bit of a nervous mannerism. He cocked his head to the left, saying,

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