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roiling gray of the sky.
    â€œRun,” he told her. “Run!”
    And so they ran.
    â€œRowenna!”
    She woke with a start. He was leaning above her, eyes dark with concern, hair disheveled, his weight on his elbow as he shook her gently.
    She stared back at him, the dream fading. Damn Kendall, she thought. Listen to her dreams? Oh, yeah, that was just what she needed.
    â€œI’m sorry,” she said aloud.
    â€œNightmare?” he asked.
    He sounded solicitous, sympathetic.
    He was probably thinking that his first impression of her had been right and he was sleeping with a basket case.
    â€œI…guess,” she told him. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
    â€œI have to get going anyway,” he told her.
    An inexplicable chill washed over her, and she clung to him, then laughed, forcing herself to let go. “Sorry. It’s morning, isn’t it?”
    â€œMorning enough. It’s about six-thirty. And I have to finish packing.”
    He rose easily, unselfconscious. But then, he probably didn’t have any hang-ups about nights of wild sex based on impulse. She watched him as he dressed, relishing the breadth of his shoulders.
    Light was seeping in around the edges of the drapes, and she felt a vast sense of relief. For some reason, she’d become far fonder of the day than of the night.
    In his jeans, pulling his sweater back over his head, he came back and sat on the edge of the bed as he slipped into socks and shoes. “Can I help?” he asked.
    â€œHelp?”
    â€œWith your dream. Your nightmare.”
    â€œOh. No. I don’t even remember it,” she lied.
    â€œYou’re sure? You could tell me about it. Make it go away.”
    She forced a laugh. “No, I’m fine, I promise.” Lying was becoming easier, and that was probably not a good thing, she thought.
    For the moment, she was grateful for the ability, though.
    He kissed her lips briefly, paused, and kissed her more deeply.
    â€œI’ll see you in Boston, then,” he told her. “Call my cell when you have your luggage. I’ll just pick up the rental car and come around for you.”
    â€œSounds good, thanks,” she said, smiling.
    He didn’t linger or say anything more about her nightmare, and she was glad.
    â€œLock up behind me,” he said at the door, and he did hesitate then. “And though I’m exceedingly grateful that you opened the door for me, don’t open it again—don’t open any door—unless you know who’s out there, okay?”
    She smiled again. “I’ll lock it. I promise.”
    When he was gone, she leaped out of bed and locked the door, then turned on every light in the room. And the television.
    A little while later, as she was showering, she wondered if there was any way to shut and lock the door to her dreams.
    Except that…
    She was very afraid that the cornfields in her mind’s eye weren’t a dream at all but something very—and terrifyingly—real.

4
    L ogan had never been Jeremy’s favorite airport, but for once his connection had not only run smoothly, but his flight had also actually arrived ten minutes early, and it was almost as if someone had unloaded the baggage and gotten it onto the belt ahead of them. His gold card accessed his reservation without a hitch at the rental agency, and he was waiting when Rowenna called to say she and her luggage were ready to go.
    Her directions were perfect, and they arrived in Salem with enough time before the meeting he’d set up with Brad that he offered to take her all the way home, but she assured him that Joe would give her a ride later. Instead, she offered to give him a quick walking tour of the central tourist area.
    He wanted to see the cemetery, and after pointing out a few of the more important weathered graves, she let him wander by himself.
    The cemetery stood right in the middle of the tourist track. There were a few