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busy, she went in to write. She might as well start another book. Her
editor would be pleased at least, even if her heart wasn’t in it.
    It took her a while to get into it but then the words began
to pour out and her fingers flew over the keyboard of her laptop. It was a
different story than what she normally wrote, a tale of love and hatred, a
battle of wills and a stubborn man. No vampires and no killing.
    It was good and the story consumed her. She wrote long into
the night. After sleeping halfway through the next day she wrote some more. The
days slid together and she did okay holding her thoughts of Trent at bay, when
she was awake anyway.
    Otherwise her dreams were filled with him and what terrified
her most was that they weren’t all sexual. In some of them they simply sat
together in her breakfast nook and she didn’t have to hide herself away from
him. She dreamed she used her skills in front of him and he simply smiled at
her and reached out to take her hand.
    Shaking it off, she went back to her writing and lost
herself in it once again but when she closed her eyes to picture the male
character only Trent’s face would show itself.
    * * * * *
    Trent made great time to the little town his grandmother
lived on the outskirts of. His apartment was only a little more than a half
hour away but he didn’t see Granny much. He pulled into her long dirt driveway
and a smile split his features. He had always loved it here. The trees closed
in overhead and blocked out some of the sun. The birds made a chorus of sounds
around him when he shut off his bike.
    He wasn’t surprised to see her standing on the porch waiting
for him. She was small but sturdy and wore her hair in a no-nonsense knot at
the base of her neck. If it was grayer than he remembered, it was the only part
of her that had seemed to change.
    He would come and see her more often now that he was
discharged, he promised himself.
    “Come on in.” She turned and went into the house, a large
orange-and-white cat following close at her heels.
    Following behind her, he stopped at the open screen door. As
he stepped through it, it closed behind him. Maybe he was losing his mind.
    He followed her to the kitchen where she ordered him to sit
and then she put a glass of lemonade in front of him.
    She sat down across from him and folded her arms on top of
the scarred wooden table. He couldn’t help but look back at the screen door
that had stood open for him. When he met his grandmother’s clear, green eyes
they were narrowed at him and he wondered what he had done. He remembered that
look too well from childhood.
    “Look, Granny, I just need some answers.”
    “I have a feeling that you aren’t going to be asking the
right questions. I think I will start at the beginning so that you will be sure
to understand.”
    He nodded and knew she would do this her own way or no way
at all.
    “I see that you have noticed something about me that I’m
sure you have many memories to support. I’m just going to put it out there. I’m
a natural witch. A telekinetic natural witch.” He started to interrupt but she
held up a hand. “Let me finish. I was born with this, I didn’t sell my soul to
the devil to acquire it and I have lived with the secret for many years. I’m
only telling you now because it may prevent you from making the biggest mistake
of your life.”
    “And what would that be?” He saw her eyes narrow and he was
suddenly afraid he was missing something big. He felt as if he should know what
it was but somehow it seemed just out of reach.
    He was trying to decide if she was pissed at him or maybe
just trying to figure something out. Unexpectedly she jumped from her seat and
moved to one of the overflowing bookshelves that lined her living room. She
pulled a relatively new book from the shelf and brought it over to the table
with her. It was one he recognized, one that was on his own bookshelf at his
small apartment.
    It was one of his favorites. He had