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what gift you have or will have. I am only certain that you have
one. Not everyone in our family does, your father doesn’t. It is
not something you can escape, it just is.”
    She was serious. I felt both afraid and
angry. I stopped and glared at her. “I don’t want to know what goes
bump in the night and I definitely don’t want to see dead
people.”
    She got up and came over to hug me but I
pulled away. “I don’t want to talk about this. I’m leaving.”
     I was out the door before she took
another step. I didn’t want to hear another ridiculous word. I
contemplated telling my mom but decided that would only start some
family feud, but maybe I should tell my dad that his mother should
be institutionalized. On the ride home I felt frustrated at
the sixty mph that I had to do most of the way, when what I really
wanted to do was about one hundred twenty, maybe one hundred fifty.
I couldn’t believe she thought I had some magic power. Just because
I had good instincts and was more observant than most people did
not mean I had some mystical gift. I needed to shake this off. I
didn’t want to ruin my date with Christian worrying about this
nonsense.
    Once off the freeway and almost back in
Steilacoom, I started to calm down. She had obviously been reading
too many Irish folk tale novels or spending too much time with her
Druidic Grove. Next time I saw her I would have to bring some good
old-fashioned true life murder mysteries. That should help. I
was glad that Christian and I had arranged to meet at Saltar’s
Point. I needed to relax for a couple minutes before our date.
Maybe even meditate a little.
    After parking, going down and finding my
usual spot, I took off my coat, laid it over the gravel and relaxed
back against the driftwood. Taking a deep breath in and exhaling, I
felt the same peace I always felt in Steilacoom. It was too
peaceful and lovely to feel miserable for long. I was deeply
appreciative that even though it wasn’t a sunny day, at least it
wasn’t raining. 
    Feeling inspired, I pulled out my 35mm camera
when I noticed one of the ferries making its usual leisurely trip
across the water to Anderson Island. Which like most islands in the
Puget Sound, rose gently from the water and was covered by so many
tall fir trees that it was a wonder that there was any room for
houses and streets.  I could hear the crunch of gravel as
someone approached but I kept snapping pictures figuring it would
still be too early for Christian to arrive. When suddenly a pair of
dark jeans were in my way.
    I panned with my camera all the way up the
muscular body until I got to his stunning face and took the
shot. “Hi,” I breathed, letting my eyes travel up and down his
length a couple times. He had a blanket slung over one shoulder and
a bag over the other. He looked adorable in the most casual look
that I had seen him in yet, a dark, plaid button up shirt, over a
deep blue t-shirt and jeans with hiking boots. The urge to jump up
and plaster myself against him waxed strong. It must have shown on
my face too because his eyes seemed to darken and become heavy
lidded. Good Lord, help me. I think I am going to jump
him. 
     
     
     

CHAPTER 3
     
    I watched helplessly as one of the sexiest
smiles that has ever graced any man, slowly spread across his face.
“You haven’t been waiting long, have you?”
    “No,” I murmured, pulling myself together
enough to stand up so he could lay the blanket down.
    As soon as we had settled in, Christian
started pulling a bunch of Tupperware containers out of the bag and
laying them out on the blanket. He had thought of everything,
drinks, silverware, napkins.
    “You cook?” I asked, trying to contain my
surprise. 
    He glanced at me, his lips quirking. “You
don’t?”
    “Ah…no,” I admitted.
    He raised a brow at this but made no comment.
I opened one of the Tupperware containers nearest me, it was hot
and condensation was already forming on the lid, a