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cave was magically protected. If a spell could hold a man captive for one hundred and eighty six years, surely it could defend against the elements, too.
    Michelle tried to connect to the Internet and failed. She either had to go back to the library in St. Augustine tomorrow or she needed to go to Mark’s office and send Sandra a fax, let her know what was happening with the manuscript. In the meantime, she needed to work. She had less than two weeks to finish four chapters and get them polished enough for Sandra to send to her publisher, and hopefully sell.
    She sat down then looked back at the bed. “All right Charles, time to go to work. Whip out your dick.”
    “With pleasure!”
    * * * *
    Charles and Hannah were panting in perfect rhythm when Michelle saved her file and closed the lid on her laptop. It was a little after eleven, way too early for Sebastian to appear. Her eyes were tired, her body weary from lack of sleep, and from lack of food.
    She hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast that morning, staying in her room to work. She needed to fill her belly, and then go to the cove to talk with Sebastian.
    In the kitchen, she found a plate of chicken and vegetables covered with foil in the refrigerator. After removing the thin aluminum, she put the dish in the microwave to heat then looked out the window.
    Visions of a young blond boy frolicking in the yard ran through her mind as she stared out over the grounds. She saw him climbing the trees, chasing frogs and playing tag with a young girl in a long, white dress. Michelle could swear they were real, but she knew they weren’t. She wondered if somehow Marta had planted them for her to see, to make her feel closer to Sebastian.
    It had to be hard to be a guardian to what was, essentially, a lost cause. For almost two hundred years all those before her had failed. And now victory seemed to be a hand, if only Michelle would cooperate. Planting memories would increase her empathy, and perhaps make her feel things for the tragic figure in front of her.
    Of course they weren’t really necessary. Michelle already felt something. She just didn’t want to fall in love. She’d done that with Justin, thinking it was forever. And then he’d dumped her, leaving her alone and crying. She’d barely recovered from that. Why should she open her heart again? What’s worse why should she open her heart to a man who—essentially—did not exist?
    “Tell yourself that all you want,” Charles said as the microwave dinged. “He is real.”
    “Shouldn’t you be upstairs, basking in the afterglow of the glorious orgasm I just provided you?”
    “You provided me? I beg to differ.” He sat down in a chair, propping his booted feet on the table. “I was the one who said we should do the—”
    “Enough!’ Michelle put her plate on the table. “I’m eating now, and don’t care to relive your sexual glory.”
    Charles chuckled, then linked his hands across his chest. “You know, I have been thinking.”
    Michelle cut into her chicken. “You’ve been thinking? Without me?”
    Her muse ignored her question. “You helped Hannah to work through her fears about sex, yet you are perfectly happy to lock yourself away from the idea you could find happiness. Why is that?”
    “Don’t you dare sit there and analyze me, Charles.”
    “Why not? You refuse to do it for yourself.”
    Michelle took her mostly untouched plate and put it in the sink. She gathered up a few oranges and bananas, found several bottles of soda in the fridge, and turned to Charles. “I’m leaving, and if you follow me the threat of a three-inch dick becomes reality. Understand?”
    “Keep running, then. My large penis and I will stay right here.”
    Michelle made her way to the beach, trying, and failing, to be angry with Charles. Because really, as he’d pointed out earlier, Charles was just her own subconscious mind spouting ideas that she was afraid to put forth.
    She stared out at the ocean as she