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all her memories, and just a hint of sadness filled her when she thought about Terry, though she could still grow angry at the way he had died. “A drunk driver,” she told Drew.
    â€œI’m very sorry.”
    â€œSo am I. He was twenty-seven years old. It was an incredible waste of life.”
    She rose swiftly, not wanting his pity and certainly not needing it.
    She had her father to worry about her, after all.
    â€œI’m going to take pictures now,” she told him. “while everything is still … awful.”
    â€œIt’s going to be awful for a long time,” he told her softly.
    She nodded. “I know that. But still…” She shrugged, lifting her hands. “It’s what I do.”
    He stood, as well. “Just be careful.”
    â€œMy father already told me that.”
    â€œNo matter what your father has seen on television, I’m sure he hasn’t seen the half of it. Be careful.”
    â€œYes, sir!” she promised, and turned toward the door. She realized that he was following her. She paused, turning back questioningly.
    â€œI know I’m not going to be able to keep you out of your house forever,” he told her. “I’m going to go over and see how stable the structure is—and what happened to the roof.”
    â€œBut it’s not safe—”
    â€œI know what to watch out for. And like I said, I know I won’t be able to keep you away forever, right?”
    She met the golden gleam in his eyes and smiled. He created the strangest emotions within her. One minute she was annoyed, another irritated—he could treat her just like a child. Then the next minute she was feeling anything but childlike, with little lightning flashes of heat racing through her at his lightest touch or softest word. She was doing things she just never did.
    Thinking about him…
    Imagining him … naked.
    Katie, get a grip!
    She turned staunchly and started out of the house, speaking quickly to cover her confusion. “You’ve got to understand—I have to get into the house. I have to see if I have any clothing left! Any pictures, anything of Jordan’s, anything at all.”
    â€œI do understand,” he told her quietly. “And that’s why I’ll get in there now and see what’s up.” He reached out suddenly and wiped gently at her cheek with his thumb.
    â€œPlaster,” he told her.
    â€œYou’re still wearing a lot yourself.”
    He shrugged. “But I might soon be wearing more.”
    â€œAnd I really haven’t anything else to wear, period!” Katie said, laughing. “So for the moment, I’m not so sure it matters.”
    She grinned, turned and went out the door, lifting her camera and staring through the lens at the havoc created by the storm.
    The banyan first, she thought. It hadn’t been a person or an animal, but it had been alive. For years and years. It had shaded them, sheltered them, been a haven for squirrels and possums and birds.
    It clearly denoted the power of the storm, for when it had come up, it had taken with it concrete and earth. It was amazing to see it ripped from the ground.
    She quickly became involved with her work, taking care—she didn’t have nearly enough film. She needed rolls and rolls of it. Jordan saw her as she worked, and came to stand quietly behind her, pointing out sad features caused by the storm.
    There was a torn teddy bear stuck in one of the branches of the tree.
    Katie snapped several pictures.
    She turned to the outside of her house then, coming around the rear. The screen enclosure had completely unfolded and lay in her muddied pool. The steel beams had buckled.
    She began to snap more pictures.
    Jordan paused over a dead, almost featherless bird. She snapped more pictures, feeling as if a little piece of her heart tore out as she did so.
    The occasional whip of wind came less and less. The sky began to clear.
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