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palm. Watery eyes met hers and then fell to her hand.
His voice caught.
“You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”
She glanced down at her hand. Creamy skin grew translucent. A sure sign that their time was ending. Why did this happen at the least convenient times?
“I’m sorry. I can’t control this. I’d stay with you forever if I could.”
“Tell me your name.” The pain in his voice matched the one in his eyes. He tried reaching for her, but grasped air. “Please.”
“Soon, my sweet. Soon…”
* * * * *
CHAPTER 5
“No…” Dylan’s voice boomed as he sprang up in his seat. He struggled to focus his eyes on the passing cars and blacktop. Still caught in limbo, his gaze went across the dashboard, to the steering wheel, to Layne’s amused face.
“Dude. You trying to give me a heart attack or what?” Layne asked.
“What…what did you…?” He took a deep breath to steady his pulse. “Sorry, man. I forgot where I was.” He should have driven himself home instead of letting his mom talk him into sleeping while Layne chauffeured him back to L.A. “How long was I out?”
Layne shrugged. “I’m guessing about an hour. We passed Lake Lindero about ten minutes ago.”
Dylan twisted in his seat, resting his chin on his shoulder as he gazed out the back of his SUV. The valley had disappeared between the rolling hills of the Santa Monica Mountains. All that remained were sporadic trees and dry, coarse grass. If not for the peaks in the distance, the sky could pass for fog rising from the ocean.
Female eyes danced in his thoughts. He turned back around in his seat. The void in his gut churned like the eye of a hurricane.
He could swear he’d been about to hear a name to go with the face. But would it have been her real name?
Of course not. Having a name would imply she was real. How could he dream of a person he’d never met?
Wasn’t possible.
You’ll find out soon enough…
Her angelic voice floated through his mind. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the image of lush lips, and curves that needed a warning sign.
“No sense in going back to sleep.” Layne’s voice snapped like a rubber band. “We’ll be at your house in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”
“I’m not sleeping. I’m just…” Dylan grappled for the right word. “Thinking.”
Questions flashed through Layne’s eyes. “About that chick from Rochester? Forget her, man.”
“Trust me; she’s the furthest thing from my mind.”
“Then who?” Layne’s lips twitched into a smile. “You have that forlorn puppy look in your eyes.”
Dylan eyed his best friend’s face. Layne was entering interrogation mode. That scowl, the determined set to his jaw. It was only a matter of time before he asked.
“I should have driven myself home.”
“And miss out on my excellent company? Oh, I get it.” Layne frowned. “You’re thinking about her?”
A horn erupted from behind the SUV. A red Mercedes Benz came speeding up on the driver’s side, stalling beside the door long enough for a thick-armed man in a muscle shirt to flip them off. Gaining satisfaction, the man punched the gas, leaving his finger extended near the roof of the car as the sea of traffic engulfed him.
“What the hell is his problem?” Layne grumbled, refocusing on the road.
Dylan leaned over toward the steering wheel. “Um, you know you’re going forty miles an hour, right?”
“So? Dude needs to chill out. Asshole. L.A.’s fucking full of them.”
“Don’t kill us, today. I’ll be ticked if I die on my way home. And Kyle would beat our dead bodies into the ground.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll make it home. In one piece.” Layne gripped the steering wheel. “But don’t change the subject. Why the hell are you thinking about her ?”
“I dunno,” Dylan sighed. He leaned backed against the headrest.
“What brought this on? You haven’t talked about it in a while.”
One eye peeked open and
His voice caught.
“You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”
She glanced down at her hand. Creamy skin grew translucent. A sure sign that their time was ending. Why did this happen at the least convenient times?
“I’m sorry. I can’t control this. I’d stay with you forever if I could.”
“Tell me your name.” The pain in his voice matched the one in his eyes. He tried reaching for her, but grasped air. “Please.”
“Soon, my sweet. Soon…”
* * * * *
CHAPTER 5
“No…” Dylan’s voice boomed as he sprang up in his seat. He struggled to focus his eyes on the passing cars and blacktop. Still caught in limbo, his gaze went across the dashboard, to the steering wheel, to Layne’s amused face.
“Dude. You trying to give me a heart attack or what?” Layne asked.
“What…what did you…?” He took a deep breath to steady his pulse. “Sorry, man. I forgot where I was.” He should have driven himself home instead of letting his mom talk him into sleeping while Layne chauffeured him back to L.A. “How long was I out?”
Layne shrugged. “I’m guessing about an hour. We passed Lake Lindero about ten minutes ago.”
Dylan twisted in his seat, resting his chin on his shoulder as he gazed out the back of his SUV. The valley had disappeared between the rolling hills of the Santa Monica Mountains. All that remained were sporadic trees and dry, coarse grass. If not for the peaks in the distance, the sky could pass for fog rising from the ocean.
Female eyes danced in his thoughts. He turned back around in his seat. The void in his gut churned like the eye of a hurricane.
He could swear he’d been about to hear a name to go with the face. But would it have been her real name?
Of course not. Having a name would imply she was real. How could he dream of a person he’d never met?
Wasn’t possible.
You’ll find out soon enough…
Her angelic voice floated through his mind. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the image of lush lips, and curves that needed a warning sign.
“No sense in going back to sleep.” Layne’s voice snapped like a rubber band. “We’ll be at your house in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”
“I’m not sleeping. I’m just…” Dylan grappled for the right word. “Thinking.”
Questions flashed through Layne’s eyes. “About that chick from Rochester? Forget her, man.”
“Trust me; she’s the furthest thing from my mind.”
“Then who?” Layne’s lips twitched into a smile. “You have that forlorn puppy look in your eyes.”
Dylan eyed his best friend’s face. Layne was entering interrogation mode. That scowl, the determined set to his jaw. It was only a matter of time before he asked.
“I should have driven myself home.”
“And miss out on my excellent company? Oh, I get it.” Layne frowned. “You’re thinking about her?”
A horn erupted from behind the SUV. A red Mercedes Benz came speeding up on the driver’s side, stalling beside the door long enough for a thick-armed man in a muscle shirt to flip them off. Gaining satisfaction, the man punched the gas, leaving his finger extended near the roof of the car as the sea of traffic engulfed him.
“What the hell is his problem?” Layne grumbled, refocusing on the road.
Dylan leaned over toward the steering wheel. “Um, you know you’re going forty miles an hour, right?”
“So? Dude needs to chill out. Asshole. L.A.’s fucking full of them.”
“Don’t kill us, today. I’ll be ticked if I die on my way home. And Kyle would beat our dead bodies into the ground.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll make it home. In one piece.” Layne gripped the steering wheel. “But don’t change the subject. Why the hell are you thinking about her ?”
“I dunno,” Dylan sighed. He leaned backed against the headrest.
“What brought this on? You haven’t talked about it in a while.”
One eye peeked open and
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