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weeks? Would she be able to walk calmly to the center of the circle? Would Jamison miss her?
    Speaking of Jamison, why had he stopped? Why was he approaching from the South, instead of from Town? He still needed to pass her place to get home, and yet he wasn't moving.
    She thought about resisting, about stubbornly staying in her private little lair until night fell, but curiosity pried her from her pity party. Once on her feet, she walked briskly through the field then shed her clothing just before emerging near the house.
    The evening air would have cooled a mortal, but she couldn't feel it as she walked unseen around to the front yard. Two giant oaks, one on her side of the road, one on the other, reached across the asphalt to support each other thirty feet in the air. Their leaves were dulling to a lifeless green. Soon those leaves would be changing, falling, and revealing limbs threaded together like lover's fingers over the road that kept them apart. The autumn breezes would scatter those leaves into borrow pits and blow them across fields, like thousands of yellow and red love letters flung at each others' feet, then swept away.
    Skye tip-toed across those lovers’ limbs and settled on a sturdy branch. Her hair was the pale green of drying leaves. Gray slanted across her face to continue the reflection of a branch. Her swinging calves and feet were blue, like the early evening sky behind her, as Jamison and the sheriff would view it beneath the entwined boughs.
    She watched Jamison’s face through his windshield. Those wonderful eyes were easy to see from a distance, and his profile showed the high cheekbones and square jaw he’d inherited from Kenneth. She wished she could see his dimples, the long ones that ran down the sides of his face when he laughed and the vague divot in his chin. He didn’t laugh nearly enough.
    She heard their conversation clearly.
    Jamison was respectful while Sheriff Cooke lectured.
    “I know you kids like to cut it up a bit during Homecoming week, but it's stunts like this that have our older citizens afraid to go out after supper.”
    “Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.”
    Skye tried to soften the sheriff’s heart a little, bringing up memories from when he had been a teenager, feeling the urge to speed down an empty road.
    Yeah, he remembered. A lot.
    Apparently, the sheriff had learned early on if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. And somewhere in the sheriff’s office was a beautifully framed copy of his own arrest record, primarily for speeding. Skye couldn't help but laugh.
    Jamison's head snapped sharply to the branches on which she perched and she stopped laughing.
    There was no possible way he could see her. Even though she was tempted to show herself, she held her wishes in check. And why would he have heard—from inside the car—when the sheriff had shown no reaction? Besides, she was a good distance away. Mortal ears could pick up very little at that distance, and it wasn't as if she'd been loud.
    Did the connection work both ways?
    “I know just what you're going through, son. New in town and all—well, kind of new in town, I guess. I'll just give you a warning tonight...”
    Jamison turned his attention back to the officer.
    “...since you're Ken Jamison's and all.” The man leaned on the car roof and lowered his voice. “How's he doing, anyway?”
    “He's doing fine. I just saw him a little while ago.”
    “Well, we're praying for him. Will you tell him that? And let him know the sheriff's office will keep an eye on his place, and his grandson?”
    “Yes, sir. I'll tell him. Thank you, sir.”
    “You a Junior?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “It might not be too late, you being a transfer and all...”
    “Sorry, sir. I don't play football.”
    The sheriff looked like he might be reconsidering that speeding ticket after all.
    “Maybe next year, though. If someone can teach me the rules.”
    The sheriff laughed and dropped his arm. “If someone can teach you the rules.