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life if shared with the wrong person, not that Boone was the wrong person, but still . . . “Olivia and Holden named their baby Baker after him. It was a poorly timed joke.”
    “Okay, so let me make sure I’m hearing you. You’re still in love with your ex and because of that you fear you can’t let yourself fall in love with anyone else.”
    “Basically. At least for right now.”
    He smiled and reached across the seat, covering my hand with his and stilling my obsessive foot tapping. “Then there isn’t a problem. Look, Maggie. I’m not saying I’m in love with you—just that we have a connection. Meeting you changed my life like meeting Baker did yours. My visions started and everything in the universe seemed to point me toward you. It wasn’t the same with Nicole. We were comfortable, but we hadn’t been in love for a long time. And I didn’t question it until I met you. Even then though, I resisted being drawn to you. So on some level I do understand what you’re talking about. In the fairytale world, Phoenix had a point. We were fighting the night she was taken. She could see I was drifting away, even if I couldn’t. The life I thought I wanted before I met you, more and more became the opposite of what I needed. I wouldn’t have chosen for things to turn out like this, but I’m willing to see where this road takes us. Maybe we aren’t meant to fall in love, but then again, maybe we are. Don’t you want to know for sure?”
    I wanted to say yes. My brain was practically begging me to say the words, in fact, but my heart stood in the way. “Let me think about it.”
    “Fair,” he said. “And if nothing ever happens between us, that’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me. We’re friends, no matter what.”
    I grinned back, but then the ugly voice in my head reminded me that was only true until he got old and died. I pulled my hand out from beneath his. “I should change. Be right back.”

Chapter 6
     
     
    At the library, Izzy headed up the computer search for Josephine’s obituary and any other leads she could find on her life. Boone went to look for the property assessments. And that left me to go through the 1923 newspapers, looking for anything that mentioned her or the house. It was tedious work, but it paid off.
    I printed the article I found on the shooting and went in search of Izzy and Boone. Izzy met me about halfway across the library with a grin. “I’ve got stuff on your girl.” She waved papers at me as a couple people gave us dirty looks.
    I stopped at an empty table and she sat next to me, laying the papers out. “First, Josephine is an identical twin. Her sister’s name is Jeanette and they were born in 1901 right here in Chicago. Jeanette died in 1999. Josephine, however, died in 1923—the same year you said she got the mirror. That’s sort of weird.”
    “Twins,” I said. “That’s why they had on different dresses.”
    “Who?”
    I blinked. Crap. What was wrong with me today? I shook my head, setting out my own discovery. “Josephine was shot during a party at her home, but they never found her body. There was enough blood at the scene that they assumed she was killed. Apparently the music was loud and no one heard the gunfire, and that wasn’t unusual. Jeanette and Josephine were known for their wild parties. Later, after the party had ended, her sister went to look for her and found the pool of blood, but no body. The police arrested a man named Floyd Clifford.”I tapped his picture one the print out. It was the same man who I had witnessed running out of the room in my vision. “He was apparently a professor of ancient history and classics, but then I lost track of him. I couldn’t find anything about the charges or a trial.”
    “Crazy.” Izzy picked up the article and started reading.
    “There you are,” Boone said, joining us. “I have news about the house.”
    “It wasn’t owned by Josephine?” I said.
    “How did you