The power had been out for three hours, and Maya was trying very hard not to think about how close Caleb was sitting beside her in the dark.The storm had rolled in off the Atlantic with a vengeance, rattling the old windows of the Tidewater Inn like it was trying to get inside. Rain lashed against the glass in sheets, and somewhere in the distance, thunder cracked like the world splitting open. They'd been going through Eleanor's old files in the attic when the lights had died, plunging them into a darkness so complete Maya had gasped.Now they sat on the floor of the second-story hallway, their backs against the wall, a single emergency candle flickering between them. The flame cast dancing shadows across Caleb's face—highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity in those storm-gray eyes that had been watching her for weeks with something that looked dangerously like longing."We should talk about what we found," Maya said, her voice barely audible over the howling wind.Cal
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