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heaven-forbid you might even get fully laid by Troy this time. A few weeks of hell, and at the end you walk away with more money than you've ever earned in your entire lifetime. So just suck it up.”
    “I am sucking it up,” I said. I took a mouthful of her disgusting concoction and handed it back. “I'm here aren't I? And this is me sucking it up and going to meet with the camp counsellor. Again.”
    Kenzie sighed. “Wait Nora, don't be mad.”
    “Nope. Gotta go,” I waved. “The cosmos are waiting.”

Chapter Thirteen

     
     
    I took the steps up to Grace Strange’s office two at a time. My feet slowed and then stopped when Troy caught my eye. He was exiting as I was about to enter. Grace was right behind him.
    “Hey.” There was the trace of his half smile, but only a trace.
    “Morning,” I said, my gaze darted to Grace, who was watching us like television.
    He stepped to the left at the same time I did and we collided. Heat coursed through me and there was no way my cheeks weren’t flaming red.
    “Um, sorry.”
    “No, my bad.” He turned sideways and made a grand sweeping gesture with his arm. “After you.”
    I laughed. “Thanks. Guess I’ll see you later. During class.” I added, as I felt Grace’s gaze intensify.
    Troy gave an awkward nod, and without saying a word to Grace, he left.
    I followed her down the hall into her office and waited for her to shut the door and sit down.
    She folded her long fingers under her chin, and peered at me, her head cocked to the side.
    Mentally I braced for whatever was coming. And something was definitely coming.
    “You and Mr. Bellisaro... have you met before?”
    Crap. “What makes you ask that?” Dodging the question bought me some time to come up with a plausible answer.
    “There is a certain chemistry between the two of you. A powerful connection.” Her green eyes narrowed. “So have you met? Prior to the interview?”
    I squirmed in my chair, which suddenly felt tight and sticky. “Um, not that I recall.” I might as well have been strapped to a lie detector because the truth was written all over my lie. I know she saw it. She didn’t blink for a scary-long time. Then she leaned back, and rested her hands on the desk. “The only way this will work Miss Dultry, is if you are willing to be open and truthful with me.”
    I cleared my throat. “I am. I just think we should concentrate on my dreams. Maybe you could start by telling me how you came to know so much about them?” I should have been a tennis pro because I’d hit the ball squarely back in her court.
    “Fair enough,” she said. “I will tell you, but first I have some more questions for you. Tell me about the last dream you remember.”
    Crossing one leg over the other, I leaned forward. “You mean, in detail?”
    She smiled that smile I’d already grown to dislike. It meant more uncomfortably probing questions were coming.
    “In as much detail as you’re comfortable sharing.”
    That’s not what she really meant. If it were we wouldn’t be here at all. Because none of this was comfortable. It was dream analysis on steroids, and it was completely unnecessary.
    “Would you say you have a fairly intimate relationship with this man?”
    Whoa, personal . “His name is Darcy. And yes. It’s pretty intimate. I mean, it is a dream, right.” I laughed a little.
    She didn’t.
    “Is it?” she asked.
    I paused, and then frowned. “Isn’t it? Sorry, not sure what you’re trying to say here.”
    “I asked you a simple question Nora. Is it a dream?”
    “Isn’t it?”
    “You cannot answer a question with a question. That’s called avoidance. Is it or is it not a dream?” she pushed.
    “I think so.”
    “More avoiding. Answer the question Nora.”
    “Well, I mean yes of course it is, it’s just...” I swallowed and gazed out the window. “It’s never felt like a dream. It’s always felt real.”
    That was why I’d kept every other guy at football field’s length.