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May 2020
“Excuse me. You’re not Lucy Preston, are you?”
Lucy turns her attention from the plaque she was reading in the Alamo Garden to see a young girl looking slightly starstruck. Seeing that Lucy appears to be struck as well, Wyatt replies on her behalf.
“She sure is,” he says proudly. “I’m Wyatt Logan, her husband. What’s your name?”
“Iris. Iris Flynn,” she replies politely. “I’m a huge fan of your books, Ms. Preston.”
“Well, I am absolutely flattered, Iris,” Lucy tells her with a big grin. “Thank you so much, and please call me Lucy.”
Wyatt looks up and sees a tall man with dark hair and familiar stride walking toward them. He’s walking hand-in-hand with a woman with sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes. Wyatt can barely contain the grin that threatens to creep across his face as well.
“Iris,” the man calls out as they approach. “I hope you’re not bothering these nice people.”
“Oh, she’s not bothering us at all,” Wyatt assures them. “Wyatt Logan,” he says extending his to the man whom he knows well but is officially a stranger in this timeline.
“Garcia Flynn,” he replies accepting the handshake. “This is my wife Lorena, and it seems you’ve met our gregarious Iris here.” Flynn looks at Lucy with a hint of recognition in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he says to her, “but do we know each other?”
“Lucy Logan - well, Preston, professionally,” she answers shaking his hand as well. “I don’t believe we’ve met, but my face may be familiar, because it’s on the back of my books.”
“Daaaad,” Iris complains. “This is the Lucy Preston,” she says under her breath. “The one who writes the books about historical figures that I’m always reading?”
“Oh, of course!” Lorena exclaims. “Iris loves your books, and she loves history. Your story about the men and women of the Alamo is what prompted our little road trip today. What a coincidence to run into you here!”
Wyatt suppresses the smirk pulling at his lips. “That is quite the coincidence. Do you live in the area?” he asks knowing full well what the answer is.
“We live in Dallas,” Lorena replies. “Garcia works for the Department of Homeland Security,” she says proudly. “One of his superiors, the woman who recruited him, had planned a weekend getaway to San Antonio, but had to cancel at the last minute, so she offered her hotel reservation to us.”
“Darling, you don’t need to tell them our life story,” Flynn teases.
Lucy gives Lorena an encouraging smile. “Oh, don’t worry. My husband here is in US Army Special Forces, so your secret is safe with us.”
“Really? Are you based in Fort Hood?” Flynn asks?
“For the time being,” Wyatt replies. “I requested a reassignment while Lucy does a working sabbatical at the University of Texas, at least until the baby’s born,” he says indicating Lucy’s prominent belly.
“Oh wow!” Iris exclaims, “Congratulations!”
“Thank you,” Lucy replies kindly. “Hey, Iris, would you like to hear about my latest book?’ She looks at her daughter and son-in-law, “Perhaps we could get lunch together?”
Iris’ eyes grow wide with excitement. “Mom? Dad? Can we please?” she begs.
Flynn and Lorena look at each other knowing there’s no way their daughter will let them say no. “Sure,” Flynn answers, “That would be great.”
The group heads toward the restaurants along the River Walk with both couples holding hands as they walk. Iris animatedly asks Lucy questions about the history of the Alamo and the founding of Texas. When they reach the stairs and the narrower walkway, Wyatt gestures for Flynn and his family to take the lead. Behind them, Lucy squeezes Wyatt’s hand. He looks at her face which is beaming with pride for their family who has beaten the odds of time to finally be together.