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focused on her.
    “You have nothing to fear from us,” James said as she flipped on her signal.
    She brought the car to a stop, and waited for the traffic to clear. “You say that, but you claim you live in a beer bottle. I’m sorry, but that’s not normal. Either I am in some kind of warped dream, or you’re crazy.”
    The last car passed by, then she turned down the side street. Finding an empty space, she parallel-parked then cut the engine.
    James reached over and placed his hand on top of hers as she withdrew the key from the ignition. “Can you feel my hand?”
    His warmth spread up her arm, giving her a slight chill down her spine.
    “What does it feel like?”
    “Warm,” she replied.
    “You’re not dreaming, and we’re not crazy. This is real. You just need to open your mind and accept it.”
    Mark appeared from between the seats. “I don’t know about you two, but I am starving. Can we go now?”
    James slid his hand from hers. As she sat for a few seconds, watching him exit the vehicle, she considered his words. She’d felt his soft touch and his warmth, just as she had earlier when he’d massaged her forehead. The man was real, solid flesh and gorgeous. And he didn’t seem crazy. Maybe she was.
    Carrying her purse in one hand and keys in the other, she met up with the duo on the sidewalk, then headed for her apartment building. Mark reached the entrance before her and opened the door.
    She led them up the stairs to her apartment. Voices spilled into the hall from next door. It sounded as if her neighbours were watching The Simpsons on television.
    Val unlocked her door then entered her humble abode. She dropped her purse and keys on the coffee table before turning to face James and Mark.
    “Welcome to my home. Would you like something to drink?”
    Mark moseyed into her kitchen. He set the beer bottle on the counter. “What have you got?”
    She passed James and headed for the refrigerator. Although she hadn’t been to the store in a week, she was certain she had a few bottles of water she could offer.
    Mark made it to the refrigerator before her and opened the door. After a two-second glimpse, he turned to her with a look of horror. “Is this all you have?”
    She peered over the door and glanced inside. The shelves were empty except for two containers of leftovers and a couple of bottles of water at the bottom. Since visitors rarely stopped by, she hadn’t bothered to stock her shelves with much food, drink, or even liquor.
    “I’m sorry. I haven’t been to the grocery store in a while. I wish I had more to offer you.”
    Behind her, she heard a snap. A second later, a cool breeze brushed over her and chilled her flesh. Rubbing her arms, she turned to face James.
    “What was that noise?”
    James stepped closer, sliding his hand over the counter. “Just snapping my fingers.”
    “Ah, excellent,” Mark said.
     She twisted to face him.
    Mark withdrew a large steak and held it to where she could see it. “My favourite.”
    Val stared in fright. “Where did you get that?”
    She peered into the refrigerator and found it fully stocked with food. “What the hell?”
    “If you want something to eat, we can fix it for you,” James said.
    She turned and saw him holding her cabinet doors open. Boxes and cans filled the shelves. She was certain only a few canned items had been there this morning.
    “Where did all this food come from?”
    “You wished for it.” Mark set the steak on the counter. He opened another cabinet door and withdrew a bottle of champagne. “Let’s celebrate.”
    Val stared into his dazzling eyes. The word ‘wish’ had slipped out of her mouth. It was a harmless word. I’ve said it plenty of times and nothing happened before. Why now? How did the food get here? Where did it come from?
    Nothing made sense. She walked around James and opened the cabinet doors. More food stacked the shelves. Her mouth dropped. She’d never stored anything in these two particular