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specialty.”
    â€œI’d just like a glass of white wine, please.”
    The waitress shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She picked up the drink and the guy at the bar scowled. Liz peeked and the auburn-haired guy was debating something with his blond friend, as if he hadn’t even noticed. He turned and gestured to the sky beyond the roof over the balcony and she admired the breadth of his shoulders, the unruly tangle of his hair. It was long, long enough to tempt her to touch it. And that tan…
    A gorgeous keeper.
    She didn’t know anything about him and she wasn’t going to rely on auras. That part of her life was over. Liz took a gulp of her wine as soon as it arrived.
    She finished the glass before the food arrived, and Maureen ordered her another before she could argue.
    It tasted even better than the first one. The auras got brighter, but the wine made Liz worry less about them.
    She told herself that it was the wine that made her feel vital and excited, but deep in her heart, she feared otherwise.
    She feared that her powers were back.
    Even if she didn’t understand why or how.

Chapter 2
    T he brunette’s party relaxed as it got later. They didn’t drink much, Brandon noticed, but what they did drink loosened their inhibitions. They laughed more and were obviously having fun. The brunette kept glancing his way, but he wasn’t in that much of a hurry to make a conquest.
    She seemed different from the women he usually met. She looked like she was a bit older than him. She also looked like she had a job, like she had it together in a way that the girls who hung out at the beach seldom did. But then, he wasn’t in a bar; serious people came to restaurants like this one.
    Brandon missed serious people. Sometimes he tired of his surfer friends and their inability to look beyond the next wave, the next meal, the next pleasure.
    The brunette looked as if she had goals and direction, which was something he didn’t see often. Shewasn’t interested in Matt, she’d made that clear, which also made her different.
    He wondered what she was looking for in a guy.
    He wondered whether he had any chance of delivering it.
    He, after all, also had a goal and direction. Maybe they had more than that in common.
    Brandon had felt a new optimism lately. The shadow that haunted him—and the truth of what he really was—seemed to be a more distant threat and maybe one that could be banished forever. It was a good feeling to be almost able to forget the dragon—like catching the perfect wave early—and he wanted to hold on to it for as long as possible.
    When her group spilled out into the parking lot in the wee hours, he trailed behind them. He made some excuse, which didn’t fool Dylan, and left his friends in the bar.
    â€œI tell you, we’ll be able to see the eclipse,” insisted one guy, tapping his watch. “It’ll start any minute now.”
    â€œThree and a half hours’ duration,” added another guy. “Are we going to stand in the parking lot all night?”
    â€œLet’s stay here for a few moments. There’ll be less light pollution than back toward town,” the older woman said, making her suggestion sound like an edict. “We can watch the beginning.”
    The others did as they were told.
    Brandon remembered that there was supposed tobe a total lunar eclipse on this night. The night was clear, the dark sky filled with stars and the glowing orb of the full moon. He stood and stared at that radiant moon. The warm wind tousled his hair and he could smell the plumeria in the brunette’s lei. His heart was filled with an affection for this island where he had chosen to live, and the promise of the future.
    By the end of the week, he could have his future secured.
    And something to offer a woman like this one.
    â€œHere we go!” cried one of the women, and Brandon saw the first increment of shadow slide