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he asked, gesturing behind her. There hadn’t been a house there before, but there was now. He could hear kids laughing as they played on the lawn.
    “Beach,” she said firmly. “Come on.”
    He tried to lift his legs, but they wouldn’t budge. He frowned, crumpling her damned list even further while his other hand dripped blood from where the rose thorns had pierced his skin. He looked at it. It didn’t hurt, but it sure looked dramatic.
    “What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the paper.
    He offered her the rose instead. “For you.”
    “Somehow I’m not so keen on taking a dead woman’s rose. I assume it was for her.” She gestured to the nearest gravestone. A woman’s name was written there, dark and bold. Lily.
    Lily? Who the hell was Lily?
    “Shouldn’t you have brought lilies to Lily? Or didn’t she like them?”
    “I… It doesn’t matter,” he finally said. Then he tossed the rose—suddenly turned into a lily—onto the mound.
    “And what about that?” she asked, pointing to the paper. “Last love note she wrote you? Letter telling you she was marrying the hot young Assistant District Attorney?”
    “No. It’s a list. Of things I want.”
    “Really?” she said as she reached for it. “Like a shopping list? Did you put T-shirts on it? Regular pants? Or are you more into the spare cape and new utility belt kind of shopping?”
    He frowned as her tone finally penetrated his distraction. “Are you making fun of me?”
    She laughed. “It’s kinda hard not to. Look at you. So far, you’ve taken out a runaway train, the Blob, Halloween , a psychotic doll, and the zombie apocalypse. But you’re going to let a bit of mud keep you from walking with me? Come on. This whole graveside bit is self-indulgent.”
    He peered at her, trying to process words he could only half hear. Like sounds spoken underwater. “I don’t understand.”
    She flashed him a rueful smile. “I’m walking away. I’m going to swim.” She pointed far down the hill to a stretch of pristine sand and the steady rush of the waves. “Looks like Australia, doesn’t it?”
    He tried to keep her with him, but he couldn’t hold on. Her fingers slipped through his as she stepped around the graves to the gate.
    “Wait!” he called.
    She looked over her shoulder, her eyes flashing in mischievous delight. “I’m way past my tie-dye phase. And swimming’s much more fun naked.” With that, she pulled off her top. Her breasts were luminescent in the moonlight, the shape pointed and high.
    “I’m going to need a little help here,” he called.
    “I am helping.” She laughed. “I’m giving you incentive.” Then she shimmied out of her cut offs. He watched her bottom wriggle, her breasts bob. Then he saw her beautiful legs as they slowly, step by step, walked away from him.
    “Megan!”
    He woke on a cry, sitting bolt upright in bed, his heart hammering. Looking down, he stared at his frozen legs. What the hell was wrong with him?
    He rubbed his hand over his face and shifted his feet. Wait, he shifted his feet? He wriggled his toes and bent his knees.
    It was a dream , he reminded himself. Just a dream. His legs weren’t trapped, his body wasn’t half sunk in a grave. He was alive and healthy.
    He flopped back on his bed, the remnants of the dream still haunting him. He remembered Megan all glowing perfection as she walked—naked—to the beach. He ached at the memory and one part of his anatomy stirred restlessly. He tried to will himself there, force himself back into the dream. Not on the hilltop, but down on the beach with her.
    No-go. Instead, his thoughts wandered back to the gravestone and the list he’d held clutched in his hand.
    Lily. Who the hell was Lily?
    He closed his eyes, searching his memory, but he came up with nothing. How could he have this lingering hole in his heart for a woman he didn’t even know?
    He lay there, his mind chewing on the wispy threads of his dream. But the more he thought,