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him and the vacant area. “Why in the world would you want to stay here if it feels like hell?” She let her hair go. It fell around her face, seducing him into a dangerous place—vulnerability.
    Jack huffed and reverted back to his distraction tactic. “Why did you send my friends away?” he said of the sprites and fairies.
    She ignored his question. “Maybe you could fly a plane up there if you went on to, you know—heaven.”
    “Good one.” He glided back into the office.
    She matched his drifted pace. “I’m serious.” Her tone intensified. “Why do you want to stay here?”
    “I don’t like change.” He breezed around the desk, dropped into the chair and propped his feet up.
    She leaned across the desk and lapped her fingers over the sides. “Doesn’t the idea of flying again intrigue you?”
    A curious feeling immersed him in a warm bath of familiarity. “Why is it that I get the distinct feeling I know you from somewhere?”
    “That’d be a tough one since you died way before I was born .” Creases of skepticism ruffled her brow. “Probably like thirty or forty years.”
    “You and I have met before, Isabelle.”
    “Ooh, I know...you met me in my dream last night.” Her laughter, eerily familiar, hung in the air.
    Jack didn’t doubt her sincerity or her accuracy. Still, it did nothing to lessen his conviction that—from out of nowhere—he was now certain he’d known her during his short life.
    “Don’t try to turn the tables on me, darlin’.” Jack leaned toward Izzy, his lanky legs sinking through the desk. “You’re the one dreaming about me. Not the other way around.”
    The implication was absurd, crazy even. She huffed but it didn’t get rid of the bizarre fixation. Letting a spirit get to her was unprofessional.
    He looked her over with a coquettish sort of glint glistening against his almost transparent eyes. The flirtation stole her breath away. She folded her arms across her chest, erecting a barrier between herself and her target—who was turning into a precarious fascination.
    Doubting her capability to keep her distance, she shot him a hard stare. She wasn’t sure what it looked like, but if his reaction was any indication—droll and on the verge of laughter—it must have been pretty funny.
    Jack’s smile softened his rough-around-the-edges exterior and chased away her misgivings, driving the odd dream toward the back of her mind.
    “So you really don’t remember the particulars of your life?” she said, getting back on track. She’d grown tired of letting him steer the conversation in any direction he pleased. He changed the topic as frequently as she changed boyfriends. Both raked her with annoyance.
    Jack shook his head. “Not really, but bits and pieces are coming back to me now.” He paused, fate shading his aura with doom. “My parents...they’re dead, aren’t they?”
    Sadness poured over Izzy like a dark cloud raining grief. ”I’m afraid so.”
    Hurt hardened on his face, suggesting the memory of his parents had just resurfaced. Had he forgotten about them, just like he’d lost other aspects of his life?
    Izzy would love to forget some things—like the day her parents died. The memory of Aunt Marilyn showing up at school that day had permanently etched itself into her psyche.
    “Are you all right, Isabelle?” Jack drifted to the edge of the desk.
    “Yeah, I was thinking about my parents again. They’re sort of a touchy subject.” She fidgeted, trying to expel the bad memories or at least their discomfort, but they lingered.
    “What happened to them?” He leaned toward her, stretching an arm out along the top of the desk.
    How’d he do that—make solid contact sometimes and fall through at others?
    Her family’s ill-fated and tragic history loomed in her thoughts and sidelined the fleeting inquiry. Her parents were not the first to die an untimely death.
    Residual grief wrapped around her like a warm, comforting blanket and she opened