A Season of Miracles. Heather Graham

though we’ve been doing more and more on computer lately, but when I heard what type of feeling they wanted…really, it was me. Just me. And I’m truly sorry.”

      It was an incredible speech for Brad Casey, who looked even more desperately miserable than she felt.

      “No, no, Brad, what you did is…incredibly flattering, as I said. I’m certainly not angry with you.”

      Douglas leaned forward, hands folded on the meeting table, powder-blue eyes steady on hers. “We think it’s incredible. An accidental piece of genius. What better way to promote Llewellyn Enterprises than with a real Llewellyn? We want to make this the centerpiece of a major campaign. Naturally, though, it has to be all right with you. And Robert.”

      “They’re wonderful sketches. And if you think that they’ll increase sales, by all means, use them,” she said, though she still felt shaken by the power of the art.

      “It’s more than that, Jillian,” Eileen said, sitting forward. “You’d have to be really out there.”

      “Really out there…how?” she enquired.

      “A campaign, Jill. We want to do a campaign. We want to do some stills, maybe some TV ads. Theo was the first to see it. The sketches are just the beginning.”

      Jillian must have been looking at Theo blankly, because he added, “We’re hoping to get you on some of the talk shows.”

      “What do I have to talk about?” she asked.

      “The company. We can increase our Christmas sales, and by doing so, we’ll be able to increase our charitable donations. We’ll even do a special campaign, something for the children’s hospital you support.”

      Theo, she thought, was really trying to talk her into it. She wasn’t sure she shared his enthusiasm, though. She wasn’t convinced that her image would sell more jewelry or improve sales at all.

      “We can focus on your piece this year. We haven’t worked it all out yet,” Douglas said. “But the campaign will have something to do with the timelessness of beauty, relationships, the human need for love and permanence. And a full ten percent of each sale will go to charity.”

      Marston leaned forward before she could speak. “Don’t you think we might be putting Jillian in danger by making her so well known?” he enquired, not quite sure why the fear loomed so large in his mind.

      “Danger?” Eileen exclaimed.

      “All our images have already been out there,” Daniel said. “For Douglas’s last birthday, family shots ran in a number of national publications.”

      “And the press was all over Jillian last year when Mi—” Eileen began, then broke off.

      “When Milo died,” Griff ended quietly.

      “There was a tremendous amount of press then. Especially in the city. You must remember,” Theo told him.

      “Anyone with money and influence stands in danger,” Douglas said, breaking in at last. “I see your point, Robert. But I also believe that what the others are saying is true—we’ve all been out there many times. Our faces are certainly recognizable. I’ve always had the best and most up-to-date security on the house, and the company that handles this building is top-rated. From the richest man to the poorest, no one is safe from random acts of violence. We need to be smart. But I have always refused to live like an ostrich. I came from nothing, and I was blessed to create this empire—a small empire, but an empire all the same. I like this campaign. It gives back, and it shares the spirit of the season.”

      “That’s another point. Most Christmas ads are already ready to run, and ours are no exception. Marketing strategies have been carefully put into place—”