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aspects—gentle warmth, blazing heat—and he was touching her again, doing magical things, demanding all sorts of intimacies while throatily praising her perfection.
    “Mom!”
    Kim shook herself and shut the book with a slam. Her hands were clammy with sweat, and she was shaking. How could such old memories be so vivid when half the time she wouldn’t remember his face if the twins weren’t around?
    “In the attic!” she called back absently, slipping the Polaroid into the closed book. She shook her head sadly. “Oh, Brian,” she whispered softly, “that was so long ago. The world has changed so much, and so have I. I wonder if we’d even like each other anymore? We were so young. And Keith is so different. Everything is so something, Brian….” She chuckled slightly at herself for being ridiculous. What did it matter, and why was she sitting here talking to a dusty old book?
    She frowned a second later, remembering that one of the boys had called her, yet neither one of them had appeared. Standing and brushing away dirt and cobwebs from her clothing, she climbed down the ladder. From the second-floor landing she could hear the boys talking in front of the bay window.
    “He must want something.” That came from Jacob—her logical son, the suspicious one.
    “Yeah, he’s been walking up and down for a half hour!” Josh said.
    “You always exaggerate.”
    “I wonder what he wants.”
    “I wonder who he is.”
    “Jake, look at him.” Josh said it with a strange, tense excitement.
    “Yeah?”
    “I mean, look. Really look. Then look at me.”
    “It can’t be.”
    “Do we have any long-lost uncles?”
    “What’s going on, you two?” Kim demanded.
    “Mom, there’s a man out there!”
    “He’s coming to the door! He’s coming to the door!”
    “What’s with you two?” Kim demanded with annoyance. “And get off that couch with your wet suits!” Shaking her head at the apparent insanity of her offspring, she sprinted down the stairway as the bell rang. “It’s probably just someone about the house.”
    She threw open the door, and at first she just stared, a polite, inquiring smile plastered to her face. Of course, she hadn’t recognized him at first, she thought once she had recognized him, because that was impossible. She had to be wrong. He was tall and broad and ruggedly handsome. His hair was the color of corn, and he was tanned, and his features were strong and powerful. His chin was very square; his cheekbones were handsomely pronounced; his lips were full, yet they were a line against his face. His eyes were sharp, the color of the sky…and he grinned a little, and the sun burst out. But he couldn’t be who she thought he was. No, there were tiny lines about his eyes, about his lips. He was an older man, a much older man….Older man, hell! He was still young, shockingly vibrant even as he stood, the power of his muscles visible as he adjusted his stance, a pulse ticking at the base of his neck where his open sport shirt parted.
    Dear God, no! It couldn’t be because he was dead, had been dead….This was a ghost—a damned ghost standing in her doorway. She was crazy. She had been playing with memories in the attic too long.
    “May I come in, Kim?” he said softly.
    She let out a scream that echoed throughout the house, reverberated to the rafters, soared into oblivion.
    Once again she passed out cold—because the sun had returned.

CHAPTER TWO
    S HE WAS LYING ON something soft but a little lumpy: the living-room sofa in front of the bay window. She opened her eyes, and although what had happened still seemed impossible—an excerpt from The Outer Limits —she was shocked yet aware. Her eyes lit first on Josh, and absurdly, so absurdly, her first thought was that he had crawled up the back of the sofa and was sitting on her just-returned French upholstery with his wet bathing suit….
    “Kim, are you okay?” Deep. Masculine. A touch of velvet. Brian’s voice. Slightly