Faithfully Yours (The Forever Time Travel Romance Series, Book 1) Read Online Free

involuntarily.  Delores? Faith wondered, still trying to remember her name.  No, that wasn't it.  Her second guess was no better than her first.  "I came up here to borrow some milk," Faith said.  "But I don't see your cow."
    "She's in the back pasture, and I don't see your bucket.  What's your real reason for coming up here?"
    Faith partially turned and motioned with her thumb toward the path.  "If I'm intruding," she said, half hoping she could be on her way.  "I can come back when it's more convenient for you."
    Trina?  No, that wasn't right, leaned over her cane and stared at Faith.  Her mouth opened with an audible smacking sound.  "Why don't you come up here and sit a while.  You can tell me what brings you up this way.  Or do you intend to make me stand while you find the courage to unburden yourself?"
    As if caught in a snowdrift, Faith bent forward and tried to propel her legs onward.  There were no flowers to line a curved walkway, and the ground covering was more weeds than grass.  She side stepped a cat, which refused to move from in front of the entryway, and climbed the porch stairs, surprised that the boards didn't collapse under her weight.
    "You sit there," the woman instructed, and then settled herself on a slatted swing near the end of the house.  Faith glanced up at the ceiling.  The wood above her head was as dilapidated as the rest of the residence, yet her hostess' trust for her safety never wavered.  The frail looking body sat down with the confidence of a brawny logger with a sharp axe.
    She stared over at Faith, her grey eyes cloudy.  She pushed back in the swing and set it in motion.  Clearly, she intended to offer no more encouragement.  If Faith planned to talk, she would have to initiate the conversation.  It was just as well.  Although the woman's voice had softened a bit, the sound of an axe pick splitting an icy creek was still annoying.
    Faith sat in a chair and folded her hands in her lap.  She no longer tried to jar the forgotten name from her memory.  "I have heard that you are familiar with dream walking," Faith said.  She hadn't deliberately forgotten a milk pail, but since she had left the house without it, she might as well learn what she could about a more pressing matter.  For once, she hoped her sister had been correct about her assumption of the old witch and her mysterious abilities.  Not really sure how to explain her encounter with Aidan, she hoped the crone knew something about the matter.  Perhaps the limited information Faith could provide would spark a response from her. 
    Diagonally to where she sat, the woman stared straight ahead.  Did she enjoy company or consider the social grace a nuisance?  If anything registered in those old thoughts, her face failed to show it.  Remaining silent, she pushed against the floor, either waiting for Faith to add more to her statement or interpret what she had heard.  It was difficult to determine what opinions were forming under the gray hair and sallow skin.  She pursed her lips and tapped her fingers together.  For a person who took little care of her home, her nails were impeccably groomed. 
    "I've heard the expression," the woman finally answered. 
    Faith sighed as though a huge burden lifted from her chest, and she giggled with a nervous laughter.  "I wasn't certain if there was such a thing, to be honest, but it is the only explanation I can come up with.  When I was a child, my sister Hope believed you knew things that weren't easily explained."  Faith scooted to the edge of her seat.  She felt foolish to even be here, confiding her imaginings to a relative stranger.  "Last night, I had a dream.  It was so real.  I can still see every detail vividly.  But this morning, when I woke up, I was here with Hank."
    The woman glanced over at Faith, and her face pulled to one side in an annoyed snarl.  She shook her head and turned her gaze in the direction of the garden.  "We all have