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come.
    â€œTomorrow, baby. Tomorrow. You, Daddy and I are going away. Poor, sweet thing! I promise you, I’ll be with you then, I’ll be with you, always.”
    Kit awoke with a jerk; the dream had been so real.
    At her side, David stirred, and sat up. “What’s wrong?”
    â€œNothing. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you.”
    â€œWhat was it?”
    She forced an awkward laugh, not wanting to share the strange vision—or memory—that had come as she slept. “I don’t know. Something just…woke me. Nightmare, I guess. But I woke you, too. I’m sorry.”
    He pulled her close. “I’m not.”
    They made love again. Intimately, as if they had been together forever. As if she had known him for years.
    Technically, she supposed, she had.
    But in reality, she realized, he was little more than a stranger.

4
    â€œD etails!” Jen exclaimed. “Details!”
    Kit finished filling Whitney’s bowl with cat food, cradling the phone between her head and shoulder.
    â€œI am not giving you details,” Kit said firmly. “It was simply far too…well, I’m not talking about any of it.”
    â€œGreat,” Jen said. “I’m trying to live an exciting life through you, and I’m getting nowhere.”
    Kit grinned and slid a hand down Whitney’s black back as he happily scrambled for his bowl. “Your life is exciting enough. You do exactly what you want to do.”
    â€œNo, what I want to do is meet Mr. Perfect. He’s going to have a job that he loves and gives him confidence, and he’s going to be proud of me as a cartoonist. We’re going to have one boy and one girl, and we’re both going to be loving parents. Sometimes, I’ll bring him breakfast in bed, and when I’m rushed, he’s going to make coffee in the morning and make sure that the dinner we’ve ordered out has arrived.”
    â€œHe’s out there somewhere.”
    â€œMaybe. But in the meantime, I want my invitation to Bougainvillea. Okay, and this is why I’m so confused. Why aren’t you there already?”
    â€œBecause I came home first. I had to get the cat, you know.”
    â€œThe cat!”
    â€œI wanted to get ahead a bit, too, on the strip. So that when I go, I can have a real vacation.”
    â€œVacation, huh?” Jen sniffed. “Sounds like you’re going to be living there.”
    Kit was silent for a moment, feeling the little rush of being wildly, ecstatically in love. But then, even the feeling of total euphoria that threatened to overtake her was dampened.
    She was still uneasy about the place. Almost as if Bougainvillea was the same as the bogeyman.
    â€œI don’t know,” Kit murmured.
    â€œHe’s with you, right?”
    â€œYes, he’s here.” Kit glanced toward the bedroom. David had been up most of the night, faxing back and forth to the Sea Life offices in Florida. He’d shown her some of the sketches for a sailboat they were working on, and then gone back to crunch numbers himself.
    He hadn’t gone home—or back to his office—since the convention.
    He’d stayed in Chicago for almost three weeks, despite her suggestion that it would be all right for him to go home, that she’d hop on a plane as soon as she was caught up and ready.
    But he had lingered anyway, assuring her that in this age of e-mail and high-tech communications, there was little that he couldn’t do while waiting on her. Kitcouldn’t help but be pleased, because it seemed that he was loathe to leave her, to be away from her for any time at all. It was also heartening to see that he completely understood and supported her career.
    â€œHas he asked you to marry him?” Jen demanded.
    â€œJen! We’ve only been together a little over three weeks!”
    â€œBut three perfect weeks,” Jen reminded her.
    Kit was silent.
    â€œChemistry.