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sacrificed a lot of her would-be, wild teenage years taking care of her. As a result, she was always trying to steer her in the way of new guys. Not that Caitlin needed them to complete herself, not at all. Still, Darren was gorgeous and, as scary as whatever was happening to her was, and as mysterious as Logan could be, there was something pushing her toward him. It felt like fate.  
    “That’s Darren Castle. He moved in about a month ago. I guess his family’s old school. He’s very nice for what it’s worth.”
    “Sis, he’s not just nice. He is fine with a capital ‘f.’”
    “Next you’ll tell me to break me off a piece of that. He’s sweet.”
    “So you’ve got other offers?” Sheila prodded while adding the final seasoning to the meat. The spices tickled Caitlin’s nose and her mouth watered. “All I know is unless he has taxidermy listed as a pastime or still lives with his mom as a roommate that I’d have started flirting at mach three with him by now.”
    Shrugging, Caitlin sat down at her kitchen counter and started spreading the sour cream and cheese into the shells. If she licked her lips a bit, could you really blame her?  
    “I’m not saying there’s anyone else.”
    “Ooh,” her sister chirped picking up a few tomato bits with her hands and shoving them in her mouth. “That means you’re playing coy. Who else is more smoking than Mr. Castle?”
    “Just this guy from the casino. He came in to play, I mean, and he asked me out for Italian tomorrow. I don’t usually say yes to customers. There’s rules and–”
    “But let me guess: he’s tall, dark, and handsome? There’s something special about this one?”
    Oh you could say that, definitely.
    This is where Caitlin hit that familiar wall again. It was always the same. Those things she couldn’t quite say, ever since she was nineteen and found her connection to Wicca, ever since she’d discovered she could learn things about the future no one else could hope to know. Sure, she could dish on the basics and let her sister know how irresistible looking Logan was, but she had no way to explain that flash of such intimacy with him in the future, or that he touched something inside of her she only hoped to glimpse during rituals at her altar. She could no more explain that than she could talk about her grief over her spell book being hijacked.
    “He makes my heart hammer way too hard, let’s put it that way.”
    “Then you know there’s only one thing to do to cure that, right?” her sister replied, chomping into crunchy shell.
    “What?”
    “We, Big Sister, have got to find you the lowest cut red dress to impress him.”
    “Hey!”
    “Look there’s a reason ‘harlot’ red lipstick is always a big seller, all I’m saying.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

    “MS. MONROE, I appreciate you coming in like this,” Lt. O'Healy replied.  
    Her dark hair was pulled up in a tight, efficient bun and her facial expression said she’d rather be anywhere else. Caitlin couldn’t blame her. She had more experience with the Baltimore P.D. than the characters on The Wire and Homicide combined. It wasn’t because she wanted to, but because someone had to. If she read a future that had tragedy coming in it, someone destined for a robbery gone wrong or a bad car accident, then Caitlin worked hard to divert fate. That put her on the other end of yellow police tape more than most people would ever see in ten lifetimes put together. While she’d always been cleared, some in the department assumed it all had to do with a savior complex gone too far. Caitlin figured that O'Healy was just waiting to find a way to bust her for setting up the victims somehow.
    If only things were that simple.
    She was anything but a psychopath. The people for whom she’d been unable to alter dangerous futures…well, that grief haunted her dreams.
    “Ms. Monroe?” O'Healy barked again, waving a hand in front of her face. “Do you have something better to do? I do have