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of tea, smelling strongly of oatstraw and rose hips. Yet another thing to alight Trin’s curiosity. How did Caris know to brew her such a grounding potion?
    “Thank you, I’m so embarrassed.”
    “No need to be embarrassed, Jason’s made many a girls faint with his ridiculous adorations,” Caris joked.
    “Ha ha. There is nothing ridiculous about this.” He looked at Trin. “You scared me. Are you sure you’re okay?”
    Caris moved away, leaving the two of them on the floor in front of the fire. Trin blinked rapidly as words caught in her throat. Jason smoothed the hair from her face and smiled kindly, gesturing to the cup in her hand. “Drink up.”
    A few more sips and Trin was once again grounded and centered. “Thank you.”
    Jason helped her to her feet and trailed close behind as Trin made her way back into the kitchen. “Thanks for the tea, Caris. It did the trick.” Trin smiled at the petite red-head, hoping Caris would reveal her secrets.
    “No problem. I get it at a little herbal shop back home.”
    Back home?
    “Where in Massachusetts are you from exactly?”
    “Ipswich.” Caris winked as the oven timer went off. “Oh good, I think some food will help settle your head.”
    Trin couldn’t agree more. This push and pull between the present and the past was becoming too much to bear. As Kit had mentioned, she’d had visions before, in other lifetimes, but not like this. Not actual memories of her former life, but more like echoes of who she used to be. This was different, and despite what Kit said, she needed to figure out why.
    “Caris, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” Trin asked as Jason returned to the living room to clear their drinks.
    “Sure. Shoot.” Caris smiled as she grabbed her pot holders and opened the oven door.
    “With your tattoos and carefree spirit, and now seeing your home and knowing where you come from, not to mention your familiarity with herbs,” Trin took a deep breath, “I’m wondering if you’re Wiccan.”
    There. She’d blurted it out, hoping it would be the best way to go. She didn’t think her tone sounded accusatory, but was left to stand nervously while Caris set the roast on the counter then returned silently to the oven to retrieve the potatoes.
    “I’m sorry. Please don’t be offended. I only ask because I’m Wiccan and thought I recognized a kindred spirit within you,” Trin explained.
    Caris set the pot holders down and smiled up at Trin, taking her measure. “You have good instincts. Actually, we’re both Wiccan.” She gestured to Jason as he returned to the room.
    “You giving away our secrets, cousin?”
    Caris and Jason laughed while Trin stood relieved, happy, confused, and conflicted all at once. Kit was right, it was Caris’s magical energy that had drawn her and nothing more. She couldn’t be Kara if Jason was her cousin, it simply didn’t work that way. Trin tried to relax, popping a potato into her mouth in an effort to unclog her mind. In one way she was disappointed, hoping that somehow, she’d finally found her long lost sister. But in another, this meant that she could pursue a relationship with Jason, if that’s what she wanted.
    “Trin asked and I answered. Besides, like you said, I feel like I’ve known her forever, too. She puts me at ease, so yes, I told her our secret.” Caris winked at Trin and gathered three plates from the cupboard.
    The rest of the evening was pure heaven. The pork roast was tender and juicy, and Trin’s golden and sweet potatoes were the perfect match. Caris had also prepared a salad and roasted carrots they’d grown and harvested themselves this past season. They talked about the root of their practices, Trin keeping her true story concealed, of course, then spent the remainder of the night watching movies.
    At a little after eleven, Jason helped Trin to her car, depositing her bag of utensils she’d brought from home into the passenger seat.
    “Thank you, again, for another