“Second shelf from the top.” She hadn’t told a soul about her predicament. A full week had passed since Gabriela had given her the ultimatum, and Destiny had put in two miracle requests so far. The first one had been auto-rejected, which was no surprise. The gator shifter who’d asked for help had wagered his left nut in a deal with Satan fair and square. Yes, it would take a miracle to get it back, but angels weren’t in the business of helping people renege on deals with the devil.
The second made it through the initial screen, which meant it was currently sitting in the new assistant’s inbox, and heaven knew how long it would be there. Housing all the unhoused in New Orleans probably wouldn’t get approved either. It was too big of an ask.
She inhaled and blew out a hard breath. “I have two weeks to get a miracle approved and perform it.”
Jane tilted her head. “You’re an angel. That’s easy-peasy, right? Don’t you perform miracles every day?”
“No, and that’s the problem.” She ran a dishtowel under the faucet and dabbed it on her dress. “I can perform small acts of magic, but it takes months to get an actual miracle approved.”
“Why does it take so long? And why do you have to get them approved?”
The stain refused to budge, so she tossed the towel onto the counter. “Because miracles are life-altering, and angels thrive on helping others. If we went all willy-nilly and changed people’s lives on the daily, they’d never learn to take responsibility for themselves.”
“That makes sense, I guess.” Jane poured sauce into three plastic cups. “What happens if you’re late?”
“I’ll lose my wings and my immortality. I’ll be a regular human, grow old, and die.” She threw her hands into the air. “So you see why I can’t get it on with an immortal bunny? What would be the point?” No matter how hot a fire he lit inside her.
Jane snapped lids onto the sauce cups. “Why did they only give you two weeks if it takes months?”
Destiny dug her fingers into the back of her neck, working out the tension. “They gave me three. I’m already one week in.”
Jane added the cups to the cake boxes and crossed her arms. “And you haven’t asked anyone for help, have you?”
“How can I? This is my problem. I slacked off, and now I have to pay the price.”
“Destiny, honey. That’s not how friendship works. We’re going to find you a miracle to perform, and we’ll get it approved if I have to fly up to heaven on a reindeer and hold your boss at fang point.”
“Divine Grace is in the angelic realm, not heaven.”
“Wherever I have to go.” She took Destiny’s shoulders in her hands. “You’re not alone, okay?”
“You don’t need to get involved. I’m sure you’ve got plenty on your plate.” She pressed her fingers to her temples.
“My plate is huge and made of industrial-strength polycarbonate. Load it up.”
Destiny drew in a shaky breath, remembering how it felt when people refused her help. Acts of service was her love language. How could she deny her friend expressing the same kind of love?
She flashed a grateful smile. “Thank you, Jane. I don’t know how you can help, but I do appreciate the support.”
“Good. Now, go change and get your celestial ass back out there. Your future snuggle bunny is waiting.”
Her stomach fluttered, but her smile faded. “There’s another problem, though. He’s a fae.”
“So?”
“Faeries and angels don’t exactly get along. We’ve been at odds for millennia. Sometimes even at war.”
“Uh-huh. So, you don’t like him because he’s a different species?”
“I never said I didn’t like him.”
“Then why are you sabotaging your chances before you even get to know him?” Jane wagged a finger. “And don’t you dare say it’s because he saw you looking imperfect.”
Destiny sighed. “I don’t know.”
“Satan’s balls, woman. Go. Change.”
“I…” She clamped her mouth shut before she could utter another excuse. Her friend was right. She was self-sabotaging, which was no surprise. She needed to focus on her miracle, but maybe…just maybe…Fate had sent the Easter Bunny to help her figure it out.
