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jumped up in her throat as she stepped toward the trees. As she grew closer, she could make out a table set up in the middle of the small cluster. Of the three chairs placed around it, two of them had already been filled. The first held a tall man with neatly combed brunette hair and vibrant green eyes. He smiled warmly as she stared down at him.
    “Christopher,” she said softly. “What are you doing here?”
    “Waiting for you, of course,” he said. “We expected you almost an hour ago.”
    Rilynne pulled her gaze away from him and found the man occupying the other chair. Even though there was not a trace of wind, his dirty blond hair was dancing around his face. As a streak of light flashed across his face, the gold flecks is his warm brown eyes sparkled brighter than she had ever seen them.
    “Ben, where did you find Christopher?” she asked. “I’ve been looking for him for fifteen months. How did you find him so fast?”
    He reached down and pulled a beer out of the cooler near his feet. “You look exhausted,” he said as he placed it on the table in front of her. “Sit down and tell us about your day. How was work?”
    She looked from Ben to Christopher, then back before pulling the chair out and lowering herself into it.
    “I don’t understand. What are you two doing here?” She looked at them again even more bewildered than before.
    “So, darling, how was work? Are you making any headway on your case?” Instead of Christopher, it was Ben who asked.
    “Darling?” she mumbled to herself. “It’s, uh… it’s only just started. We will hopefully know more tomorrow when we speak to his wife. Did you just call me darling?”
    Both men started to chuckle. “Why wouldn’t he?” Christopher asked as he took a swig of his beer.
    Rilynne couldn’t think of anything to say. She just leaned back in her chair, staring at both of them. Finally, she reached down and swallowed her beer in one gulp. After a few seconds of silence, the men went back to the conversation they had been having before she walked up. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought they had been close friends for years. They were joking and carrying on as if it were an everyday occurrence.
    A mix of emotions suddenly overcame her. On one hand she was happy that they were getting along so well, but on the other she felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. No matter how well they were getting along, or how all right he seemed to be with the relationship developing between her and Ben, Christopher was still her husband.
    “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said, interrupting them. “Where have you been? Why haven’t you told me? You know I can help you if you only tell me where to look.”
    Christopher smiled and placed his hand on hers. “You know that’s not how your visions work, my love.”
    Rilynne’s eyes shot to Ben, but he did not appear to have a reaction to the statement. “I haven’t been able to see you at all, other than just flashbacks and an odd dream here or there. Why haven’t you let me talk to you? Where are you?”
    “Nowhere that you will ever be able to find me,” he said kindly.
    Her eyes shot open as the hum of a lawn mower just outside her bedroom window flooded in. She pulled her pillow over her head before giving up and reaching for her phone, just after seven. “Who the hell mows the grass at seven in the morning?” she yelled, despite knowing that no one would be able to hear her. She threw the pillow at her footboard and slid off of the edge of the bed.
    After quickly showering and getting dressed, she grabbed a muffin and filled her travel mug with coffee before headed for the door. She had only made it a few steps down the walkway when the humming stopped and a voice called out from just behind the shrubs lining her yard.
    “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be moving in until the end of next week,” the man said. His dark hair, just a little shorter than Ben’s,