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dear,” she replied in a strained voice. “Please give your aunt my best regards and phone me next week, would you? Bye-bye now.” The phone went dead.
    I sat in my car in the parking lot of the diner staring at my cell. My life was spinning out of control! Someone had to give me some answers! I curled my hands into fists and slammed them against the steering wheel. I never asked to be caught up in the middle of this madness. I didn’t want to, but I knew I had no choice but to return home.

Chapter 4
    Starting my car, I sat there in the dark parking lot of the diner, unable to force myself to put it into gear. I scanned the lot, checked out all the other cars. No black van. I was holding the wheel so tight, my hands started to sweat. This is ridiculous . I put the car in drive and inched toward the road. Stopping at the edge of the driveway, I looked to the right, then to the left. Still no black van. In fact, there was no traffic at all.
    I’m being paranoid and acting like an idiot. There is nothing to be afraid of. Headlights flashed in my rearview mirror as a car approached from behind me. I’m being foolish, finding danger in every shadow. Just go home, get the credit cards, and grab a hotel room for the night. Everything will look better in the morning. I headed toward home.
    It was late by the time I turned onto the street where I lived. Everything appeared to be normal on the quiet little road, but I didn’t feel safe. I expected to be ambushed as I entered the house, but I had to get those credit cards. After locking the deadbolt, I headed toward the living room to where I hid my credit cards. The events of the day played through my mind. I was so worried about Mrs. Warren that I felt sick to my stomach. I thought about calling the police, but what could I really tell them? That a gypsy woman had given me a dream catcher and disappeared? That I was followed after leaving the museum? That I had a disturbing telephone conversation with the elderly and eccentric curator of the museum? What did it all mean? Was I just imagining it all?
    Without turning on any of the lights, I went into the living room and sank into the oversized chair in front of the dark, cold fireplace, exhausted. The sound of thunder rumbled low in the distance.
    I put my hand in the pocket of my jacket and touched the dream catcher. Feeling its magic tingle on my fingers, my mind became clouded as I was drawn toward sleep. My eyelids were so heavy. I grasped onto the edge of consciousness.
    “Takshawee . . . come to me . . . I am waiting for you.” His deep voice beckoned as I drifted off to sleep.
    The heat of the fire warmed my back. My eyes were closed but I knew I was lying naked, wrapped in furs. Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself looking up into the depths of his dark gaze.
    “Help me, Running Wolf,” I whispered.
    His handsome face smiled down at me. “Takshawee, my love, what troubles you?”
    I touched his face, then he drew me into his arms, holding me gently while he planted soft kisses in my hair. His lips traced a line of hot kisses along my jaw line. He held my face between his hands as he lowered his lips to mine. I knew I was dreaming. I knew I was sitting in front of the cold, dark fireplace in my living room. I knew I was completely dressed. Yet, this felt so real! Could I be in two places at once? My mind was reeling. Then our lips met, and all rational thought was gone.
    His soft mouth caressed mine, the tip of his tongue tracing a path across my slightly parted lips, searching, seeking, in a silent plea to enter. My mouth yielded to him, and I was filled with the sensation of the deepest yearning I had ever known as his tongue explored my mouth and began a sensual slow dance with mine. It was a dance as old as time, a dance these two had shared before.
    He held me close to him, the smell of his warm skin intoxicating. Sliding one hand slowly down my naked back, he drew me further into his embrace. I felt the