“A person’s got to have priorities.”

“There are things I want to do, things I need to learn. For myself.”

“Uh-huh.” He polished off his eggs, sat back with his tea. “Ripley said you’re scouting for a computer. The rental agency’s looking to upgrade a couple of theirs. You could probably get a fair deal. You might want to stop by, ask for Marge. She manages the place.”

“Thanks. I’ll check it out tomorrow. Why aren’t you mad anymore?”

“Who said I’m not?”

“I know how to read mad.”

He studied her face. She had some color back now, but she looked exhausted. “I bet you do. Not much point in it.” He took his plate to the sink, rinsed it off. “I might brood some later. I’ve got a real knack for that, according to my sister.”

“I used to be a champion sulker.” Satisfied that they were back on an even keel, she picked up her plate. “I might see if I can get back into that. You were right about the traditional Todd meal. It did the trick.”

“Never misses. Still, grape jelly’s better for it.”

“I’ll stock some, just in case.”

“Good. I’m going to let you get back to work. In a minute.”

He yanked her against him, jerked her up to her toes, covered her mouth with his in a hot, possessive kiss. The blood seemed to rush to her head, then poured out of it again, leaving her dizzy, weak and achy.

One strangled moan escaped before she was back on the flat of her feet and gripping the edge of the counter for balance.

“Nothing sensible about that,” Zack said, “but it’s real. You’re going to have to shuffle it into your list of priorities. Don’t work too late.”

He strolled out, letting the screened door slap comfortably shut behind him.

In her dream that night there was a circle. A thin line upon the earth as silver as starlight. Within that sphere there were three women, robed in white. Their voices flowed like music, though the words were strange to her. As they sang, spears of light sprang up from the circle, shimmering bars of silver against the black curtain of night.

She saw a cup, a knife with a carved handle, and sprigs of herbs as green as summer.

From the cup they drank, one by one. And she tasted wine, sweet and light, on her tongue. The dark-haired one drew symbols on the ground with the blade of the knife.

And she smelled earth, fresh and dark.

As they circled, chanted, a pure gold flame spurted in the center. The heat of it warmed her skin.

Then they rose up, above the gold of the fire, above the cool silver of the spears of light, as if they danced on the air.

And she knew the freedom and the joy as the wind kissed her cheeks.