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Caribe. He smiled, not at his name, but at the thought that she had a movie theater right here in the bedroom. He liked the concept, liked the idea of lying in bed and watching gorgeous young starlets, maybe a bevy of Busby Berkeley beauties, parading before him as he fell asleep. He’d heard talk of an invention like this, but he didn’t think it had been developed to this extent. The woman must be rich to afford such a thing.
    He watched her resting against the pillows, finding the lady in his bed much more interesting than his own small image. She cried during the love scenes, wiping her eyes again and again. She smiled when he climbed the mast and swung from one ship to another, pulling out his sword and fighting the soldiers who’d soon be hanging from the yardarm. And close to the end, her head gently dropped to one side and Trevor knew she’d gone to sleep. The movie played on, the credits rolled, and once again snow and static appeared on the title screen.
    The noise didn’t disturb her sleep and he hoped his movements wouldn’t either as he retied the string below the light bulb, crept out of the closet, and started for the door. Maybe somewhere in the house was an explanation for what was going on. As far as he knew, it was July 5,1938. Two days ago he might have murdered a woman; last night he’d tried to commit suicide and failed. Today someone strange—but beautiful—was living in his house, driving his car, and even worse, he’d heard all that talk about his disappearance—sixty years ago.
    It didn’t make any sense at all.
    He headed for the door, then stopped when he heard a soft sigh from the bed.
    “ Trevor,” she whispered.
    The gentle sound of his name made him momentarily forget his troubles, and he went to the bed. The woman lying there wore no makeup. Her pale blond lashes rested lightly against the creamy smoothness of her skin, and her eyes flickered beneath nearly translucent eyelids. Silently he thanked the moon for shining through the window to reveal the loveliness of the woman in his bed.
    Was she a guardian angel come to rescue him? He wasn’t sure if he believed in God, but he’d often prayed for help, prayed for someone to take away his demons. No one had come. Maybe things hadn’t been bad enough.
    Now they were. His life seemed to be crashing in around him. Nothing made sense anymore.
    Last night, right before he’d stepped into the water, he’d asked for forgiveness. He could have prayed for a miracle. He could have begged for help. But all he’d wanted was an end to the agony and absolution for all his wicked ways. Maybe this time his request had been granted.
    Maybe this woman was the answer to a lifetime of prayers.
     
    Adriana jolted awake. Somewhere in the house someone or something was rummaging, and for the first time since moving into Trevor Montgomery’s home, she felt a tremor of fright
    Maybe the neighbor’s cat had sneaked inside when she’d come home. That had happened before, but in daylight. The cat had gotten into a pile of papers set aside to be recycled and had pushed and pawed and made a bed. Perhaps the curious, mischievous feline was at it again.
    Sliding out of bed, Adriana tiptoed across the cold tile floor, careful not to make any sound. Down the hallway she moved, silently, slowly, more than halfway afraid it might not be a cat disturbing her belongings. She reached the doorway to the living room but stayed hidden, listening to the definite rustle of paper.
    Peeking around the edge, she saw a man sitting on the sofa, hunched over looking at the books on her coffee table about Trevor Montgomery.
    She jerked back, cowering behind the cover of the wall. Holding her breath, she prayed that he hadn’t seen or heard her. Get out of here now, she told herself. Run to the neighbors. Run to your bedroom and try to get out a window before he finds you.
    No, she couldn’t run away: She couldn’t risk him taking her precious belongings.
    Her heart beat