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Kaida Galloway stood at the edge of a cliff as a salty wind whipped her long blonde hair around her head. Barefoot, she dug her toes into dew-dampened grass as waves crashed into rock thirty stories below. The roar all but muted the cry of gulls circling the Atlantic in the distance. Sunlight streamed through the cloud cover and glittered off the gray-blue water. A short wave of vertigo hit her, but she didn't step back. Nothing could hurt her here, even though scenarios of plunging over the edge filled her head. She didn't have a clue how she knew no harm would come to her. It was just an awareness. An assurance, much like expecting the sun to set or the electric bill to come.Like in her other dreams, she wore whatever she fell asleep in the night before. Today's outfit sported a yellow shorts and tank combo with purple butterflies. And, exactly like in previous dreams, she waited. For him.She didn't know his name and she'd never met him while awake, which only served to remind

Brady Meath shoved away from the desk in his small office in the public library and stood in front of the window facing Puritan Street. Pedestrians walked past and cars drove by. Cherry blossoms were in full bloom and buds beginning to open on the magnolia trees. The grass was finally turning a nice shade of green after a long winter. But the calming, familiar sights didn't appease his restless mind or abate the itch under his skin.As the town historian and head of the historical society, he had a busy week ahead. Budget plans had gone through for the Minister Bridge reconstruction, which meant he was required to go over the blueprints to ensure the architects had stayed true to original designs. Six Fates Courthouse was undergoing remodeling, so he'd have to pop by often to ensure the construction crew followed his instructions, down to every cornice piece and crown molding strip. And Galloway Lighthouse was in need of repairs. That meant sucking it up and visiting Fiona and Ceara t

Crammed into the passenger seat of an ancient Volkswagen Beetle, Kaida prayed for her life as Mara drove them east through town. Apparently, in her supposed aunt's world, stop signs were merely a pretty bauble, traffic lights a suggestion, and pedestrians just part of an obstacle course. Oh, and there was no such thing as a speed limit. Considering the car had left the showroom sometime around Woodstock, Kaida was shocked the thing ran at all, never mind got above crawling.Her head smacked the roof a third time when Mara flew over a speed bump and the front tire landed in a pothole. "I'm, uh, not in any hurry or anything. Don't feel the need to rush on my account.""I ain't rushin', dear. Any slower, we'd be going backward." Mara laid on the horn as a dog walker nearly missed the front bumper by an angel's whisper. She stuck her face out the window, white hair billowing. "Head out of yer arse first, then cross the street."The man grinned, kept going, and waved over his shoulder, n

Brady's knee bounced incessantly from his perch in Tristan's office while he waited for Riley's call with Fiona to connect. All week, he'd had this niggling sensation something was coming. Between the frequent dreams of Kaida and the restlessness in his gut, he was ready to bust his seams. And to learn she was not only real, but here on the island was an oh-shit of epic proportions. "Hey, Fi. It's Riley."Brady exchanged a worried glance with Tristan across the desk."Great, you?" Riley nodded. "Listen, I'm with my brothers. Can I put you on speaker? Thanks." He pulled the phone from his ear and tapped the screen. "Okay, Fi. You've got all three of us.""Hey, boys. How goes it?" Fiona Galloway's sultry voice slithered into the enclosed room like a fog. For as long as Brady could recall, she had a way of getting a man to stand at attention just by moving her lips.Tristan leaned forward, elbows on the desk. "We had a guest check in today. She has an interesting last name. Anythi

Beside his brothers, Brady headed across Meath Mansion's grounds and toward Galloway Forest. A new moon made visibility near nonexistent and a heavy, but brief storm this afternoon left the grass sodden. Stars winked overhead and saltwater clung to the cool breeze as they stepped into the woods. A canopy of birch, oak, and maple swallowed them while creatures scurried. Leaves rustled. An owl hooted.His stomach a riot of nerves and anticipation, he strode in silence, his brain firing on all cylinders. A quick glance proved the tension from his brothers was just as palpable as his own.Tristan had often played in the woods as a boy but, to Brady's knowledge, he hadn't entered since they were teenagers. He was unsure what scenario had set his eldest sibling off, Tristan had never mentioned it, but it had been jarring enough to bar him from venturing this way since. Riley hadn't much interest in the area, far as Brady could tell, but he hadn't known the guy's opinion one way or the othe