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arm’s length, her forearms only touching Trin’s sweater due to her dirty hands.
    Trin set her glass on the rustic coffee table and reached across for Caris’s hand.
    Another shock arced between them.
    “Wow. I can’t wait until winter is over,” Caris laughed, rubbing her fingers on her jeans.
    “Sorry. I was only wanting to ask if you’d like another glass of wine while I check the timer,” Trin diverted.
    “For sure. Thanks,” Caris replied.
    Trin walked into the kitchen, leaving Caris and Jason alone in the living room. She reached the island and gripped the corner. It was happening again. Visions of her and her sisters full of joy and magic filled her head.

Chapter Five

    Caris grabbed Trin’s elbow, again touching only the material of her sweater. “Trin, are you okay?”
    “Yes, I’m sorry. I just got a little light headed for a moment.”
    “No more wine for you,” Jason teased.
    “Very funny,” Trin retorted. “Really, I’m fine. I think I just got up too fast. Now let me get these potatoes into the oven, then you can give me a tour of the rest of your home, if that’s okay?”
    “I’d love to,” Caris responded.
    Trin tossed in the potatoes while Caris checked on her roast––about thirty-five minutes to go she calculated.
    Caris led Trin to the backdoor and pointed. “It’s hard to see buried under the snow, but we have a garden in the yard and a small shed in the back there.”
    Trin smiled, spotting the cute structure in the far corner that butted up to the surrounding forest. “It’s truly lovely, I can’t wait to see it in spring with everything in bloom.” Trin shook her head. “I’m sorry. How presumptuous of me. That’s if I’m invited back, of course.”
    Caris laughed while Jason smiled and shook his head. “Of course you’re invited back, Trin.” Jason ran his hand down the arm of her sweater, their fingers touching briefly, igniting yet another shock. Trin didn’t pull away this time, but instead, looked deep into his eyes.
    Time spun and suddenly it wasn’t Jason in front of her, but her long lost love, Jeremiah Hollsteen.

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    “Karina, please. Do not deny me any longer. Your sisters are old enough to get on along, and if needs be, I will move into your home and provide a father figure to them both after we’ve married. I love you, Karina,” Jeremiah professed.
    “My sweet, Jeremiah. I love you, too, for I always have and I always will. But I fear that a terrible time is upon us. I have to remain vigilant and not get caught up in the trappings of love. I’m sorry.”
    Jeremiah dropped his sad eyes and hung his dark head. Karina touched his cheek, lifting his eyes to hers, then placed a sweet kiss upon his lips. “Do not despair, my love. While I cannot commit to becoming your wife, I will never deny you my heart.”
    Jeremiah, strong and handsome gathered Karina in his arms and in an instant transported them to their special place, a hidden meadow deep within the Berkshires.
    “I want you, Karina. Mind, body, and soul.”
    Their passion ignited, as did their magic, lighting up the night sky. Witches both, they weren’t bound by mortal rules, freedom to love and celebrate ones wild nature had always been the pagan way. Rejoicing in the circle of life, the turning of the wheel was celebrated across the land on this Beltane night.
    Earlier this same eve, hidden deep within the woods, they’d circled the maypole, secretly dancing to the drums and partaking in the cakes and ale of the ritual. Smiling coyly at one another, they kept their distance until their passion could no longer be denied. Now, here under the stars, they made wild love, casting their thanks and wishes up into the night sky.

    “Trin, my god, are you okay?” Jason asked.
    Trin looked up from her new location on the floor. “What happened?”
    “One minute you were looking at me, and the next, you fainted.”
    “Here, drink this.” Caris offered her a cup