Shadow Company Trilogy

By Catherine Wolffe

Meet the strong, confident ex-Navy SEALS who make up the Shadow Company series by Catherine Wolffe. Logan Latimar, Duke Taylor, and J.T. Leighton set off on adventures to protect the women who steal their hearts and help them fight the evil shadow walkers.

Beyond the Veil (Shadow Company: Book 1)
Aubrie Sinclair, a seer from a long line of empaths, considers her talent a gift and a burden. She’s a loner until she meets Logan Latimar, an ex-Navy SEAL and warlock. Sparks fly as they discover each other’s hidden talents as well as personal challenges. They find common ground in their battle with the demons known as shadow walkers who live between worlds and steal memories for their pleasure. Danger and treachery lurk behind every breeze as Aubrie and Logan face a threat that will test their strength as well as their sanity.

Deliberate Intent (Shadow Company: Book 2)
Katie Tibideaux, a small-town pharmacist and Duke Taylor, a rodeo cowboy, drifter and ex-SEAL ignite the sheets with the attraction between them. Reality takes a bite out of their world when shadow walkers attack once more. This time their best friends, Aubrie Sinclair and Logan Latimar face criminal charges and are on the run. It's left up to Duke and Katie to find the truth. Can Katie convince Duke she has what it takes to follow him into danger?

Blood & Magic (Shadow Company: Book 3)
J.T. Leighton, ex-SEAL and vampire is the newest member of Shadow Company. When Jessie Colter, his former lover shows up out of the blue needing their brand of assistance, he can't resist her. Keeping his true identity, a secret from her proves harder than he imagined. The Sultan kidnapped Jesse's parents and J.T. risks his dead life to help her get them back.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Catherine Wolffe
• Release date: Jun 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463591345

Catherine Wolffe

Author and Louisiana resident Catherine Wolffe is a romance reader now addicted to the dark, steamy call of the paranormal. She is the author of bestselling vampire/werewolf romance series The Western Werewolf Legend and the novel Desire's Embrace as well as the brand new series - Shadow Company.Catherine has been writing all her life but only recently discovered her love for paranormal romance after being introduced to the Underworld movies by her husband. After that, she decided to delve deeper and create tales hot enough with twists and action aplenty to satisfy her emerging dark hunger.Visit www.catherinewolffe.com/ to get free steamy sneak peeks at upcoming books and more!

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(Shadow Company - Book #1)

Preface

Nothing in four deployments could prepare Logan Latimar for the assault SEAL team six faced. An armored tank lumbered by as enemy ground-to-air missile launchers shot at the black hawk helicopter headed for team six’s coordinates. If the chopper landed in one piece, they would leave the sandbox known as Afghanistan. His team had a less than a fifty-fifty chance of success. The slow, steady swoosh of the missile launcher firing a rocket sent dread all the way to the tips of Logan’s toes. Team six was in deep shit. They had taken heavy fire as they entered the target – an old burned out house. Now, their target had become their extraction point under heavy enemy attack.

Their leader, Lieutenant Luke Calder was down. His injuries were serious. He lay in a pool of blood, which had soaked through the makeshift gurney. The hole in the middle of his chest came from a sniper. Even his Kevlar hadn’t stopped a direct hit from the sniper’s bullet. The SEALS picked the rooftop Rambo off with efficiency. Too late for Luke. Logan realized he was watching his buddy die right in front of him. We aren’t leaving without you, Logan shouted over the rapid fire of an ak47. Dirt and plaster showered them as the medic worked on Luke. Everything was botched. Luke understood.

Get your asses in gear. Get the hell out of here. That’s an order. Grimacing in pain, his head dropped back to the gurney.

Logan knew the score. He could see Luke understood as well. The truth lay in his friend’s eyes. Luke wasn’t going to make it out alive. His last action as leader of team six was going to be saving his team. Rolling his head to the side, he wheezed out another order. Get that chopper on the ground, now!

Bullets whizzed over their heads.

Communications officer, Duke Taylor nodded as he called out the coordinates one more time. Still trying to keep a signal, sir. Duke had removed his helmet. The blond stubble of a military buzz cut shimmered in the meager light like a beacon surrounded by smoke and ash. Listening for a response, he nodded. ETA is five minutes, sir.

Luke’s eyes closed over the pain as the medic stuffed the wound with more gauze. Some superhuman strength had him reaching out, gripping the medic’s arm. Giving him a good glare from glazed eyes, he growled. That’s enough. Get ready to move. Do you hear me?

The scene was like something out of a movie. Logan’s chest constricted. Laying a hand on the medic’s shoulder, he said in a murmur, Get him ready to move. Over the gunfire, he got Luke’s attention. Gripping his friend’s hand tight, he yelled. We aren’t leaving without you. Understand? Besides, it’s gonna be all right. The doctors at HQ, are going to fix you up good as new.

Luke’s response took what little strength he had left. No, he said as he clutched Logan’s arm tighter. This is it for me. You gotta get out of here. Understand?

Something akin to sympathy flitted across Luke’s face. I order you to leave. You’re in command now, Latimar.

His meaning was clear. The raw edge of death filled Luke’s eyes.

Give me a grenade, Luke wheezed as he yanked on his dog tags. We weren’t here. Copy? A coughing fit ensued. Blood gurgled up in Luke throat.

Logan gathered a kerchief to his friend’s mouth as Luke dropped his tags in Logan’s free hand. The moment Logan drew the cloth away, he realized Luke was right. The cloth, soaked in blood was useless. Running on automatic, Logan detached the grenade at his belt before placing it in Luke’s hand.

A weak smile creased his friend’s blood stained mouth. Take my ring.

Looking down at Luke’s hand, Logan had a flashback of the wedding only months before when he’d stood as best man for Luke. He took Connie Hightower as his wife. A fresh wave of despair registered as he slid the ring from Luke’s left hand. I’ll make sure she gets it. Don’t you worry.

Swallowing hard, Luke nodded. Good.

Logan sensed the passing of the baton as Luke’s pain filled features relaxed. His grip loosened on Logan’s.

A surreal wash of despair took Logan’s breath. Glancing over at Duke, he blinked.

The communications officer’s mouth moved. Nothing came out.

Logan couldn’t hear him over the roar in his ears. He tightened the grip Luke had on the grenade. Something caught his eye at the door above Luke’s head. A figure emerged from behind a wall.

Within the blink of an eye, Duke yanked him up, before propelling him out into the sunshine. Gunfire dusted their trail to the chopper. Putting one foot in front of the other, he managed to follow the rest of team six to the waiting chopper.

As the grenade went off, his heart sank. A numb sense of futility made him look back. Who was the man, he wondered? Friend or foe? Had the angel of death arrived? Staring out at nothing, Logan feared his life was over as well. Watching from the floor of the black hawk as debris rained down in a shower of cement and dust on the location he had stood just minutes before, Logan realized nothing was left of Luke Calder.

Duke’s voice broke him out of the daze. Latimar. Headquarters wants to talk to you.

Glancing down at the head mike in the communications officer’s hand, Logan nodded. Take point.

As he turned away from the gunfire the SEALS were using against the enemy’s retaliatory shots, Logan spoke into the mike. This is Ensign Latimar, sir.

What’s your status? Where’s Calder?

Sir, Logan broke off as the crack of rapid machine gun fire ripped the rest of the answer from his mouth. An electric static replaced mortar fire as headquarters barked into the mike.

Repeat, operator. Say again.

Sir, the target is still hot. The enemy pinned us down on top of the location. We retaliated. Calder’s down.

That’s bull shit. Where’s Calder?

Calder? Logan’s chest tightened. He was… was picked off by a sniper, Sir. He’s gone.

Where is his body?

He’s… Logan swallowed hard over his next words. The explanation played out in slow motion as fire erupted once more. His mind struggled with the obliteration of the target. Mission completed. The dark smoke on the ground reminded his shell-shocked brain where they had left Luke. He’s gone with the target, Sir.

Did you get his ID?

Logan glanced out at the blue sky as the black hawk sped to safety. He choked back tears. Yes, Sir.

Good, we were never there. Copy that?

Yes, Sir. Nausea swelled up his throat. Glancing down, he realized his hands in front of him were numb. The line went dead. Something inside Logan shriveled as well. The headset in his hand twisted into a serpent of useless plastic and wires. Talking to HQ was like talking to a drone. They’d lost a team member, a friend, a brother in arms. Still, the primary thing the brass wanted to know was if the team had gotten his identification because the SEALSs ‘had not been there.’ He choked back bile at the notion of a man’s life meaning so little.

PART I – THE VEIL

Chapter 1

Aubrie opened to the warmth of the sunshine on such a brilliant fall day. The warm zephyr wrapped around her like a lover’s tender arms. Reaching down, she patted Traveler, the horse she rode. He nibbled at the drying grasses while she reveled in the moment. Glad, she wore her barn coat, Aubrie smiled at the crispness in the air. Autumn was defiantly on the way. Glancing up, she watched a hawk circle overhead. The trees were beginning to turn with the cooler nights. Soon, they would paint the countryside with vibrant colors.

Her mind floated with her horse’s movements. Each time she gazed out at the place she now called home, she relished in the sheer beauty. Here was safety. Here was peace. The world outside her property remained detached. It was the way she wanted things. Aubrie had lived on this land, her land going on thirteen years. Thirteen years, she sighed as she closed her eyes, leaning back to soak in the rays. Some days I feel as though it were yesterday.

The bark of her dog, Copper broke her trance. Grinning at the Mountain Cur along with his companion, Gracie, an energetic Catahoula Cur, she reined Traveler in as the wind kicked up.

Her overactive mind stole the moment’s pleasure with a reminder of her recent nightmares. Aubrie frowned down at the dogs. Such dreams were usually the precursor to trouble. Here, in the sun of an early autumn day, she decided not to think about such things. Forcing her mind to center on positive vibes, she reminded her weary brain no one suspected her as a seer. The people of the small hamlet known as Cheniere Station had no inkling of her abilities. So, she would continue to live a life of tranquility in this haven from danger, and the nightmares be damned. A smile crept across her mouth as she marveled at how she managed to settle on a farm outside the quaint little village. It was surely one of life’s little mysteries.

Aubrie’s nearest neighbor lived half a mile away. For this, she was grateful. She enjoyed the solitude. If her mother could see her now, she would point out Aubrie was more content with the horse and her dogs than she had ever been with people. A notion she resented sometimes. As things were, she hoped her choice of home would please her mother. More than not, Aubrie’s talent as a seer grieved her mother. Since Abigale Sinclair was a seer as well, she understood what trials awaited her oldest daughter. I love my life, mom. I hope you understand. Smiling with pleasure, Aubrie glanced down at the palomino she rode. Traveler was a gentle horse. So were Copper and Gracie, the Curs she invited to join her on her trail rides. Satisfaction reigned among the friends on their land with a bright blue sky to greet them almost every day. Her smile widened as she considered she found sanctuary with the trove of good tidings they shared.

The group approached a small stream nestled near the back boundary of her property line. The trees grew thick along the bank with their heavy branches leaning over the water. Sliding down from Traveler’s back, Aubrie tugged off her bandana. Here the humidity grew thick. She took off her coat, as well, before squatting to soak the bandana in water. Wringing the red cotton out, she secured the bandana once more around her neck. Don’t go far, Copper. We have to get going soon. It’s almost time to feed the goats. Reaching out, she gave each dog a scratch behind the ear. I’ve got a surprise for you two for supper.

The two Curs glanced up as if they understood her words. Gracie gave her a low woof, before nudging Copper to move forward. It sounded more like a yip, instead of a bark. Gracie raised her head, sniffing the air. Her glistening blue eyes nearly twinkled with a smile in Aubrie’s direction. With Aubrie’s words, Copper was already leading the way back. In a sudden burst of energy, Gracie leaped forward, bounding after Copper.

Aubrie couldn’t help laughing. Must be something in my inflection, Aubrie mused. Easing down on the bank, she glanced up and down the gentle flowing stream. Grateful the water ran through her place, Aubrie smiled as a gentle breeze kicked up ruffling the strands of her dark hair she had tied off with a leather thong. Lifting her head, she closed her eyes while simply soaking in the feeling of contentment. The call of a hawk rose over the stillness in her tranquil scene. She opened her eyes to catch a glimpse of him as he spread his sweeping wings to land in a nearby tree. Dragonflies hovered over the water. Their dance was one she appreciated. The hawk dropped from a branch in a predatory dive. Aubrie watched as his strong eyes zeroed in on a small movement in the grass. Aubrie’s talent as a seer kicked in automatically. He tracked a field mouse, one who had ventured out alone.

You’ll wish for a partner if you live, she whispered.

The mouse’s cry of alarm echoed in the trees. Aubrie’s lips formed a thin line as she closed her eyes once more. This time, the mouse raced under weeds draped over a decaying stump. Though the mouse was near his hole, Aubrie already knew his fate. See, a partner’s what you needed.

What will you do when you find your partner, Little Mouse?

Aubrie gasped. Jumping up, she reached for the reins dangling from Traveler’s bridle.

Instinctively, the horse stepped back.

Who’s there?

A friend, the voice said. I’ve come a long way and yet not so far. His singsong voice floated on the breeze.

A quick glance up and down the bank revealed nothing. There wasn’t a soul nearby. All of a sudden, Aubrie felt like Alice in Wonderland at the reflecting pool. If you’re a friend, show yourself. No one appeared. Aubrie clinched her teeth. Wagging a finger at the thin air, Aubrie stepped close to Traveler, putting her foot in the stirrup. This is my land. You are trespassing.

Leaves rustled.

Copper must have sensed a presence because he appeared at his mistress’s side, growling with his warning tone.

Easy, boy. Aubrie gathered the reins tight. Giving Traveler a tug, she wheeled.

Traveler stiffened as he reached out pawing the ground.

A dim shadow passed across the sunlit path.

Aubrie's heart lurched in her chest, yet, she stood her ground. You’re trespassing. I want you to leave now.

I’ve come so far and not that far, the singsong voice trilled.

More irritation than fear spurred her to repeat the demand. I told you to leave! Aubrie gave Traveler a nudge, deciding it was time to start back the way they’d come. I’m going to call the sheriff. You speak in riddles which make no sense. Probably high as a kite, she mused. The police will take care of you.

The voice chuckled, a warm, deep tone. A pity.

The sound of a sigh floated on the breeze. Aubrie’s frown deepened.

You could use a partner, Little Mouse.

The voice had referred to the mouse she had seen running away. How did the intruder know what she had whispered? Surprise followed shock rippled through her. It was time to get back up the hill to safety.

I gotta give it to you. You got balls. Aubrie nudged Traveler to take a step in retreat.

Truth is its own foundation. Come, and I’ll tell you of what I know as truth. The leaves rustled again, causing a whirlwind to ensue.

You’re loco. I’m not going with anyone I can’t see, Aubrie announced to the thin air.

The sensation of breath on her neck had her jerking around in the saddle. Normally a calm horse, Traveler sidestepped without warning. Aubrie tightened her grip on the reins seconds before sliding off. Show yourself, you bastard!

Don’t be alarmed. I mean you no harm. Share a moment in time with me.

On the trail up ahead, Aubrie spotted something. Sun shards pierced the shade. In that instance, stood a man.

Copper growled.

As quickly as the man had appeared, he was gone.

Sucking in air, Aubrie bolted forward. Wait!

I’m never far and yet a long way from here. Look for me in the shadows. I’ll see you soon, Little Mouse.

With those words, the leaves whirled again before dying away.

Reaching the spot he had appeared, Aubrie examined the ground. There were no footprints. Perhaps he was a ghost. Hard to believe he appeared in the daylight. Or, maybe it was simply the wind. There had been voices in the wind before. Glancing around, she realized the air was still. Perplexed, she tugged on Traveler’s reigns. Let’s go. There’s nothing here.

Still, as they made their way back up the steep hill, Aubrie kept a close watch on her surroundings. She trained her ear to catch the tiniest noise on the breeze. No sound came to her. By the time, she worked her way up the grass-covered hill, Aubrie decided the voice resided in her imagination. She had most probably dozed. I hope the voice resided in my dreams.

A stiff breeze kicked up, yet on the wind’s dying crest, there was the sound of deep laughter.

***

Copper flanked by Gracie made it back ahead of her. Both dogs loved their daily races through the trees in her pasture. Like their ancestors, the wolves, the Curs thrived with regular romps in the woods. Coming back when the hunt brought nothing more of interest, they lounged on the deck, patiently waiting for their mistress’ return.

I suppose you want your usual treat, Aubrie said as she dusted hay from her shirt. Traveler’s almost as happy as you guys. I left him munching on alpha cubes. Aubrie shoved out of her boots before opening the door. Come on, then. Without having to coax anymore, Aubrie now followed the Curs inside. One for each of my stalwart companions. Patting their heads, in turn, she laughed when Gracie wagged her tail in a windmill motion. You’re happy with yourself, I can tell. Copper stood by her giving her hand a nudge with his black velvet nose. Sorry, fella. One treat a piece is plenty.

Checking their water, Aubrie went to the door to retrieve her boots. Looks like rain. Standing in the opened doorway, she glanced down when Copper growled low in his throat - his warning growl. What’s wrong, fella? He slipped past her heading for the rail. That’s when the figure of a man materialized near the property line. Wonder who that could be? she murmured. He was tall and lean. A wide-brimmed black hat obscured his face. His dark coat was long with a liberal coating of dust. In the waning light and from such a distance, she couldn’t tell much more. As she stared, he reached up, tipping his hat at her.

Aubrie stilled. Her breath came quick. The man had seen her staring. Easing back as casually as she could manage, Aubrie considered where he might have come from. Had he followed them? Was he the voice she had heard on the trail? Come on, Copper. The strain in her voice sent a shiver down her back. The only thing she could think of was, get inside. With the dogs on her heels, Aubrie closed the door behind them. The click of the lock brought a slow sigh of relief. Nothing to be concerned about. Trying to reassure herself, she straightened. The nightstand held a handgun. She wasted no time in retrieving the Glock. The cool metal of the gun in her hand gave her some comfort. The light, at this time of day, can play tricks with your eyes, she told Copper. He was probably a hunter coming out of his stand. Yes, that’s what he was. Nodding, Aubrie wondered why she hadn’t seen the glint of a gun in the man’s hand or on his shoulder. Well, he’s probably gone by now. Easing over to the window, Aubrie slid the drape back a fraction. The man was gone. Good.

Reaching for her notebook, Aubrie plopped down on the couch. Copper and Gracie mimicked her move lying down on either side of their master. See, you two. Nothing to worry about. Giving each dog’s head an affectionate rub, she clicked on her window to the world as she called her iPad. Time to give a shout out to the Fantastic Falcons. I should contact my book publisher, although I really don’t want to hear what she has to say. Instead, I’m going to visit the street team. She enjoyed seeing what they were up to. Glancing at her couch potato pups, Aubrie grinned. Maybe, you two can sit for a picture, hum? Both dogs slept. Gracie’s snores were loud enough to wake the dead. Aubrie decided they weren’t up for the photo shoot. Okay, but you’ll miss seeing the girls.

Reaching for the remote, she clicked on the television. Had to keep up with what happened in the world. Most of the time she came away from the evening news report satisfied she’d made the right choice in living such a distance from the hustle and bustle of civilization as she liked to refer to the small town located ten miles away.

Finding the channel for the local station, Aubrie settled back prepared to write a post on Facebook to her street team. The African American newscaster smiled, her teeth gleaming pearl white.

In tonight’s news, a strange light was spotted in the western sky last evening by a local astronomer. Jake Hightower stated, to our on-the-street reporter, the glow occurred around 10:00 p.m. last evening. Mr. Hightower said the light was brilliant with a gleam resembling a car light lasting several minutes before disappearing on the western horizon. Here’s Suzy Cantrell with the latest.

Last night was the first time Jake Hightower had ever seen a meteor at such close range. That’s what our eye-witness said when he witnessed a large sphere traveling across the sky. Mr. Hightower, explain to our views what you saw.

The ball of energy was larger than anything I have seen before. It registered on my Giger counter. Radiation at rates higher than I’ve seen before proved powerful.

Aubrie sat up. I know that guy. Glancing at Copper, she pointed at the television. He owns the diner in town. Didn’t know he was an amateur astronomer.

Jake Hightower wiped an arm across his mouth before continuing. The thing had to measure fifty feet in diameter. With wide eyes, Jake held out his hands as if explaining his latest catch at the lake. I’m telling you this wasn’t a simple meteor, a planet maybe but not a simple meteor.

The camera panned out as Suzy turned back to the camera.

Aubrie sensed her disbelief. In her mind’s eye, she watched as Suzy wiped the smirk off her face before addressing the camera lens. Yes, well, thank you, Mr. Hightower. With an adjustment to her glasses, Suzy stared hard into the camera. That’s all for now from a pasture near Downsville. I am Suzy Cantrell for eyewitness news, KQEY. Vicki back to you.

Well, I’d say Suzy didn’t believe Jake. Kinda hard to disagree. Planets don’t streak across the sky, right Gracie?

Gracie thumped her tail in a windmill circle.

Giving Gracie’s chin, a good scratch, she tugged on the quilt covering her legs. Dog hairs got a good brushing, as was her habit. Mr. Hightower was half loaded if you ask me.

I mean, whoever heard of a fifty-foot planet or beacon or spaceship… she trailed off. Given a moment to consider, Aubrie sighed. Her voice from the afternoon walk surfaced in her head. All right. Anything’s possible. Just look at me. Tossing the remote, she got up, her street team post on her iPad forgotten as she headed for the kitchen. I think a nice little toddy sounds good before we rummage around for something to eat. Grace followed her master ready to reach a paw up in a reminder she was hungry too. Aubrie laughed. I know, girl. Sounds like a little too much weed to me. Aubrie couldn’t contain the snicker. Gracie thumped her tail in agreement. With a glass of wine in hand, Aubrie peeked out the window once more to make sure there were no lurking men or shadows or meteors outside. Dropping back down on the couch, she pointed the remote at the screen. The newscaster was prompting an eyewitness report from Monroe, a city twenty miles east of her place.

And in regional news, Monroe authorities state two armed robbers approached a convenience store clerk with their coat pockets pointed at the clerk. The clerk said they demanded money. With what little was at the cash register, they raced into the darkness. Authorities say the two got away with an unknown amount of money. The two were wearing wide-brimmed dark hats and coats. Each wore a bandana over his face. Without any leads, authorities are asking for your help in locating these masked robbers. If you have any information regarding these two suspects, please contact the Monroe police department or your local authorities. Crime Stoppers has issued a thousand dollar reward for information leading to the arrest and/or conviction of the robbers. Please call 388-3131. You don’t have to give your name. You never go to court.

Those hats look familiar, don’t they, Copper? Aubrie’s hand tightened on her notebook. Laughing aloud helps. Get a grip girl. Despite the fact, she had seen a similar hat recently Aubrie turned the channel. Too much news is depressing, right Gracie?

Thumping his tale, Copper laid his muzzle on her leg.

Don’t worry, fella. I’m not gonna freak out over a similar hat. Still, in the back of her mind where her skills as a seer lay, Aubrie realized there was a connection. Let’s listen to some tunes. Up went the volume.

Music blared from Aubrie’s favorite music station. Something about a magic man drifted through the house. Those new surround sound speakers could have come in handy. Oh, well. Aubrie hummed along anyway.

The deadline for her latest book loomed. So much work involved in publishing your own work she mused. Still, the satisfaction of a job done well outweighed the tension of wearing so many hats. Author, editor, illustrator, publisher, not to mention marketing publicist were cumbersome. She had to admit the rush of empowerment ebook publishing gave her. You make a great support team, guys. Right?

Copper and Gracie’s ears perked up.

I think your hard work deserves another treat. Whatta ya say?

Both dogs were on their feet with their tails wagging in unison as they scrambled for position in front of the cabinet door they recognized held their favorite snack.

Tossing one biscuit into the air, Aubrie grinned when Copper jumped to retrieve the morsel. Okay, Gracie, you’re next. With a gentle touch, Aubrie flicked a treat at Gracie. The timing was perfect. The satisfied Cur settled on her haunches to enjoy the treat.

No two rescue dogs could have it better. Giving Copper’s head a good rub, Aubrie turned to survey the pantry. What’s for dinner? she asked no one in particular. Decisions, decisions. Glancing back at the television, Aubrie stalled when she recognized a face. Reaching for the remote, she ran the screenplay backward to the beginning of the piece. Maybe I can hear the whole thing. That’s Logan Latimar, a local hometown hero of the war, she told Gracie.

Turning up the volume, she sat back down in front of the screen. Look how hot Logan is, Copper.

Copper laid his head on Aubrie’s knee.

A local war veteran is honored for his part in a rescue outside of Monroe this past week. Logan Latimar risked his own safety to rescue a sixteen-year-old girl from drowning in a nearby lake. The incident occurred around three-thirty Saturday afternoon off Lakeview Drive. The dock is a local hangout for kids as well as adults when the weather is warm. I spoke to Mr. Latimar about his efforts in saving the drowning girl. I must warn viewers, some may find this YouTube video disturbing.

After the video, the screen switched to a man seated on a couch. His dark brown hair fell around his shoulders in a gentle sweep. With a face of strong angles and a square jaw, it was apparent, he had command of his emotions. His eyes, an intense bottle green, stared hard at the camera.

Aubrie could see the tension moving through his expression. He didn’t like being in the spotlight. The slight shrug of his shoulders, when asked if he was glad he was in the right place at the right time, gave Aubrie the impression he would have appreciated being anywhere except in front of a camera. He isn’t happy but doing his part. I like that.

I’m glad I could help. The lake’s bottom drops off considerably. Locals say there’s an alligator living in the vicinity, so a quick response was necessary. An unsuspecting swimmer could be in trouble before they knew what happened.

So what did you do? the reporter asked.

I didn’t have time to think. I came out of my boots and dove in. That’s about it.

There was that shrug again. Must be a character trait, Aubrie sighed. He could shrug for me anytime. He’s so stinkin’ cute, huh, Gracie?

With a paw, Gracie acknowledged her master’s question.

And look at those eyes. Lord, I could get lost in those eyes. They’re so green. Jez…

The reporter continued with her questions. How did you manage to rescue her? She was hysterical once she realized she was drifting toward the spillway.

Yes, well, even fresh swimmers are subject to danger when they get too near the current of the spillway.

According to the video you saved a girl who had been fighting for several minutes before disappearing under water. You arrived before the fire department. You became her first responder.

Once she realized she was going to make it, she calmed some. Hypothermia was a real threat, though. The fire and rescue unit helps with that. Everyone did what they could do.

Her swimming partner had gone down several times searching for her without any luck. How did you find her?

Sometimes, you get lucky.

Logan’s brow creased. His look of discomfort grew. I did what needed doing.

I see. I think you are modest, Mr. Latimar. There were others on the beach, which refused to help. They stated the water was dangerous, yet you jumped in without hesitation. That makes you a hero in our book.

I didn’t consider anything except the girl in harm’s way. I could help, so I did.

There was a thread of testy in his tone. Aubrie noted the glint of impatience in his eyes. His expression teetered on frustration at the woman’s insistence he did something more than anyone else might have done. Within seconds, he closed down again. His expression shifted to detachment. The switch was tiny. Yet, up went his protective wall. Well, I’ll be…

You were a Navy SEAL for four years. Did you learn your skills as a rescue swimmer during your training?

You learn to block everything else except the present danger.

I see. Isn’t it true after diving in, you didn’t surface until you had the young girl in your arms headed back to shore? How long were you underwater, Mr. Latimar – four, five minutes? That’s got to be some kind of record. Did you learn that skill as well in the SEALs?

Logan raised his hands in a show of surrender. Just a guy trying to do what he could do. I have to go. Thanks.

The camera followed him out the door before panning back to the reporter.

Well, there you have it. One man’s unbelievable rescue of a swimmer in trouble. He may be resisting the limelight. However, the YouTube videos of his valiant rescue are going viral. I’m Suzy Cantrell saying goodbye from KQEY eyewitness report.

Hum, Aubrie said as she muted the program once more. Looks like he’s a local celebrity whether he likes it or not. He didn’t look too happy with the attention, huh, Copper? Giving the dog a good scratch, she added, Come on, let’s start supper. Turning to the kitchen, she headed for the refrigerator. I think I’ll make a salad. Getting out the lettuce, a tomato, along with the cheese, she enjoyed as a topping, Aubrie prepared her supper. "He did stay under water a long time. It is a long way from the shore to the spillway too. Wonder how much iron he lifts?

Both dogs sat patiently waiting for something to fall.

That’s a question I’d like to ask Mr. Latimar myself. Chopping and slicing proved easy work for sorting things out. She soon had a nice, big salad. With her wine in one hand, she balanced the salad in the other. Settling on the couch to eat, she shared her croutons while searching for a program on the tube. There’s a Nora Roberts Marathon on L&M tonight. I’m going to set the DVR for a couple of these to watch later. I’ll watch this one tonight. Examining the screen, she selected a couple of favorites pushing the record button. Now to sit back and enjoy. Snuggling under the plush of her favorite blanket, she patted the couch. Come here, Copper.

The large, midnight black Mountain Cur joined Aubrie curling up next to her. You too, Gracie.

The blue glass-eyed Catahoula glanced at her master before making herself comfy next to her buddy, Copper.

Oh, what a long day. Glad I made it through.

Soon, Aubrie dozed. The dream came on out of the blue. The first lights flashed before her eyes as gunfire exploded everywhere. Jerking, she braced for more as a huge tank lumbered past. Unable to recognize where she was, Aubrie examined her surroundings as she tried for calm. The place was dark, or smoke clouded she mused. She was standing in a shallow ditch as lights lit the sky. Missiles exploded as gunfire rang overhead. Beside her sat a semi-automatic rifle. In her hand, she held a Glock. The scene was alien to her.

Operator, call in the air strike.

More gunfire erupted. Aubrie ducked.

Did you hear me? That was a direct order.

Aubrie blinked. A soldier appeared over her hole. Do it now!

What? She didn’t like the shrill tone in her question.

I said call in the air strike, the soldier yelled. You’re up for insubordination if you don’t do as I say, now! The guy was serious.

Roger. Aubrie’s voice sounded thickly unfamiliar. Bravo, Echo, Charlie. This is Zulu, Tango, Alpha. Coordinates confirmed. Drop the load. The words came out without thought. The lingo, as well as the command, was foreign to her. Still, she glanced from the mike in her hand to the radio at her side. The soldier standing next to her hole watched something through his binoculars.

Take cover. Incoming fire.

Aubrie had scarcely enough time to see the sky turn gray with planes before diving into a concrete bunker.

The world erupted. Aubrie woke with a gasp. The soldier’s screams echoed in her ears.

Merely a dream. Since discovering her gift as a seer, Aubrie had dreams where she watched others. Being drawn into the person’s actual actions was another matter indeed. The involvement left her exhausted. Yet, she recognized the pattern forming. Still, Aubrie was puzzled at the level of interaction she experienced with this particular dream. Raking her hair back with her fingers, she pulled out a small journal she kept for jotting down ideas or story points. This wasn’t something for one of her novels. She didn’t do suspense. Her niche was strictly western romance. Able to mimic a good, ‘Hello darlin’ without missing a beat, she got nauseous thinking of the destruction bombs caused. Plus, the episodes were coming more often. She wanted to help, except without knowing who needed her help, she was lost. The journal kept up with the information. Determined to find out who needed help, the play by play helped her sort it out. Satisfied with the summary of the dream neatly pinned, Aubrie stripped for bed. Tomorrow I’ll talk to Katie. She may have an idea or two. That way I’ll have another person who knows about this phenomenon. Katie can document what’s happening if things go thoroughly wrong. Turning to Copper laying at the end of the bed, she shrugged. I can’t keep doing this without help.

Raising his head, Copper gave her his best sad eyes followed by a snort before settling back down.

Thanks for the ear, guys. She lay back down with a smirk. The attempt to block her wicked irritating thoughts proved harder to set aside. After failing several times, she began chanting. The technique worked until she realized she was concentrating more on the technique than on sleep. Sighing, she flung back the covers. Well, hell. The clock on the bedside table read three-o-clock. I’m wide awake again. Rubbing her hands down her thighs, she stood. Oh, well. I’ll get going a bit early today. That’s all. Spotting the elliptical trainer in the corner, she could have sworn it groaned. Maybe I should apologize before I get on. Unsure whether the fool thing had a soul or not, Aubrie skirted the overgrown treadmill carefully. Just have to take the bull by the horns, she murmured as she planted both feet on the steps. The burn in her legs meant progress. After working up a good sweat, Aubrie headed for the shower. The remnants of the dream remained. She turned on the hot water without reserve. Intent on scalding the nightmare out of her head, Aubrie let the massaging showerhead’s pressurized water hit her in the back with a vengeance. Finally, she murmured. The sensation did a good job on the dregs of the dream. Closing her eyes, she allowed the heat to ease the tension. Feeling a little more relaxed, she stepped out grabbing the towel hanging next to the shower.

In the way of nature, answers would come when it was time, or so her mother said. From an early age, she had seen things. As she grew; so did her power of sight. Her parents did their best to protect her from the evil lurking in the darkness. Aubrie had managed to conquer her fears while becoming a worthy student of the skill her mother inherited from her mother and hers before. The family spoke of their ancestor, Marie Laveau, the worshiped Voodoo High Priestess. She ruled over the religion for close to one hundred years. At present, those of New Orleans continue to pray to her leaving offerings routinely upon her grave.

Giving her hair a good towel dry, she tossed the towel aside before rummaging through her underwear drawer for panties. Thongs were too uncomfortable, while boy shorts made her butt look big. Aubrie preferred the French high cuts to any other style. With a pair of black microfibers on, she went to find her favorite t-shirt. Worn and faded, the cotton held a softness like no other. Tugging it over her head, she walked to the bed. You guys planning on hanging out in here or do you want to sleep on the couch?

The Curs turned soulful eyes up at her. Soon, both were sitting on the bottom waiting patiently for her to make a move.

Contented bums are what you are, she mumbled with a snort. Settling on the yoga mat in front of the footboard, Aubrie took a couple of deep breaths. Just a few stretches along with some positions to get me ready for the day. Glancing sideways at the dogs, she began a full body stretch, reaching for the ceiling. The moves proved exactly what she needed. Not having a set routine didn’t bother Aubrie in the least. She worked out as she pleased enjoying the slow stimulation of the positions to a rigidly patterned workout. Ending with a few minutes of meditation, Aubrie drew in a couple of deep breaths before releasing them slowly.

Okay, guys. Let’s get some breakfast. Glancing down as she stood, she smiled. The two Curs lay asleep atop her comforter. Copper’s snoring reminded her of a hacksaw. He had no concerns. After breakfast, I’ll feed Traveler before taking Mojo and Vibes in for their shots. You two want to tag along?

Gracie thumped her with a rhythmic beat. Copper’s warm amber eyes bore into hers as if to plead for the chance to go riding.

Okay, you win. Snatching down her barn coat, she dropped into a nearby chair. The Curs loved to ride. I’ll hook up the trailer for the goats. Maybe, we’ll grab breakfast in Farmerville. Tails thumped the floor behind her as she headed for the back door.

She pulled up short. Maybe we should wait until sunrise. It’s still dark out, and the outside light isn’t working. Eying the entourage following her, she let out a laugh. Those wagging tales coupled with eager barks convinced her. You’re right. It’s silly to be scared of the dark. With the Curs at her heels, Aubrie struck out. Heading toward the barn under the glow of the outside light, she noted, the rambling old roof was in need of repair. Chores included mucking the stalls. Totally for later she mused.

Traveler greeted her with a nicker.

I can’t stay long, fella. I have errands to run. Maybe when we get back, I can take you for a ride. The horse dug into his feed and crunched in consideration.

Little mouse, you venture out, the voice said with a low, smooth cadence.

Aubrie nearly dropped the bucket. Who’s there? Wheeling, she positioning her back against the stall door. A cool breeze skirted the stalls. Speak up, I know you’re there. It had been stupid to come out without protection. The amulet her mother gave her hung on the hook beside the shower door. Pushing against the idea the voice could also see, she stepped between Copper and Gracie whose bared teeth and growls proved a formidable warning.

You’ve no need to be frightened.

Leaves shifted in front of her. Who are you? Show yourself.

The deep-throated chuckle sounded course. In time.

What do you want? Anger built as she waited for an answer. Attempting to calm so she could see his mind was interrupted immediately. A small block of wood sailed by her from the other end of the stalls. Snatching the wood out of the air, Aubrie flung the missile to the ground. Her juices stirred. You think you can play games with me. Is that it? You’re nothing more than a coward.

Laughter erupted as a tapping had her jerking toward the sound.

In a flash, Aubrie took a punch to the jaw. More shocked than hurt, she dropped to the ground to regroup. Seers could discern a person’s presence before the person appeared. Nothing of her attacker remained. The laughter drifted in from the other end of the barn. The sound grew softer as if the intruder was on his way out. She hadn’t expected the burst of wind, which sent dirt mixed with hay flying into her eyes. Momentarily blinded Aubrie crouched between the two dogs. Wiping at the grit with her shirttail, she spoke softly to the Curs, Come on. Rising, she headed for the house. Berating herself once more, she slid inside with the dogs hot on her heels. Aubrie slammed the door, which made her feel better. The protection spell, her mother, had taught her came out before she could think. Good, she murmured. At least my base faculties are working. With the door latched, she sank into a chair. Who or whatever is out there needs a name along with a reason for harassing us. You guys need dog food too. I’m going right after daylight. Her jaw ached. Her fault. Should have used a protection charm. Silly seer! She was out of those too. She’d make a trip by Katie’s for new ones. Dragging a hand through her hair, Aubrie considered how she couldn’t recognize these voices when she’d been hearing voices since she was young. Opening herself to this voice showed her nothing but darkness.

Chapter 2

Logan Latimar glanced at his reflection in the grimy mirror tacked to the wall above the sink in the men’s washroom. Another day… he mumbled to his reflection.

A knock at the door brought him back.

Hey, Logan, you gonna stay in there all day? Come on, I’ll buy you a beer. Gus Latimar’s voice barked from the other side of the men’s room door.

Logan shook his head as he laughed at his big brother’s persistence. All right, all right. You win. With the door opened, he cut Gus a cool eye. Just one, though.

Sure, just one. Hey, I get it. After all those months overseas, you probably lookin’ forward to a little downtime. You probably want to get back into Orange is the New Black, huh?

Logan slowed his step. Unable to hide the baffled stare, he dropped a beat before glancing at Gus. Ugh, yeah, right…right, I can’t wait. Must be the new hit on cable he mused. Gus was a big fan. Rubbing at his neck, he wondered if the tension would ever ease. The mention of his tours in Iraq rubbed him wrong some. The baggage he brought back from over there concerned him more than he wanted to admit. The dreams were manageable, yet the visions were harder to deal with. The fool things came on uninvited. Logan found himself out of control until they passed. The fact he had sold his truck meant things were serious. Listen, I forgot. I gotta pick up something over at Katie’s place. Give me a few minutes, okay?

Gus slowed. Okay. Don’t be long, though. I gotta get home.

Glancing at the bar, Logan laughed. The Cheniere Inn’s neon lights gave off a cheap, if not warm glow. It welcomed Logan like a long lost friend. A lot of time had passed since he had thrown back a cold one in the company of people he had known most of his life. Right. You know how Katie is.

Boy, do I. Gus waved Logan off before turning for the bar.

The Natural Space Pharmacy of Cheniere Station stood in the same location it had for three generations. Katie Tibideaux ran the family business now since her father had retired last year. Logan understood following your family’s example. His family claimed residence in Cheniere Station for five generations. Logan’s father had farmed the sugarcane like his dad, along with his great grandad before him. Generations of Latimars had made their livings in the sugarcane fields of Bay Ridge Plantation. Logan chose another path.

Hey, Katie. Anybody home? He jingled the bells hanging on the back of the door once more.

I’m coming. Hold your horses. A short, petite woman of around thirty years stepped from behind the petition dividing the supply room from the front service desk. Afternoon, Logan. What’s up?

Extending his hand, Logan gave Katie a warm smile and a kiss on the knuckles. How’s my best girlfriend doing?

Katie wrinkled her nose before grinning back at him. Awe, get out of town, I haven’t been your best girlfriend since fifth grade. You’re just butterin’ me up. What can I do for you?

Got anything for sleep? Maybe something strong enough to ward off the boogie man? He winced at the declaration. Katie understood his reluctance to admit the need for help. He’s shared some of his woes with her before. Still, he was grateful there were no other customers in the pharmacy.

Still troubled with those, chere?

Logan nodded. Yeah, I guess you could say so. They’re getting worse.

Gosh, I don’t like to hear that. With a one-eyed squint, Katie wagged a finger in the air. Let’s see what I can mix up for you. Sounds like you could use something more than the across the counter remedies. With a wave, she disappeared. Have a seat or drop back by, this could take a few minutes, she called as glass bottles clanked together. "This may take a bit.

I’ll wait if it’s okay with. Logan decided the less information Gus had regarding the boogieman and PTSD, the better.

Sure, hon. Be back in a flash.

The quiet jingle of the front door bells signaled another customer. Looking up from his examination of essential oils, Logan found himself locking eyes with a vision. He had seen her somewhere before. He was sure he knew her. The fact he didn’t remember her name wasn’t the point. The woman entered the store with a sway so natural, so innate, she could only be from the area. No one from an urban area had the gait a hometown girl did. Slow and confident was the order of the day in Cheniere Station. The town’s train depot was long gone. Yet, Logan envisioned her meandering up the steps, her fingers gliding over the wooden banister with such simple, graceful purpose. A body could get lost watching her progress. Her dark hair hung down her back in that same easy sway. With a lovely chestnut gleam streaking through the strands, the light from the late afternoon sun gave her a glow. The vision stepped toward the counter. Hey, Katie.

Hi, Aubrie. How're things out your way?

Her name was Aubrie. The most beautiful name Logan had ever heard.

Fine, Katie. How’s the world of pharmacy? With both hands reaching up to form an arch like an actress in a long ago play, Aubrie pretended awed admiration at her surroundings.

Katie giggled.

When Aubrie’s amused eyes met Logan’s, he could see she’d been embarrassed by his inadvertent view. The animated jokester was gone in an instant. In her place, a tall, square-shouldered, no-nonsense female turned her attention back to Katie.

I’d like a refill please.

Sure thing. I’ll be right back. Yours is about ready, Logan.

Kudos to Katie. She must have seen the look in his gaze. He glanced back at Aubrie. I’m Logan Latimar. With his hand out, he waited expectantly. He sensed her nerves. Those nerves multiplied when his hand stretched out to take hers. Logan pegged her as quiet, maybe an introvert. Her eyes were deep chocolate brown. They held such a soulful expression when she’d walked in the shop. He wanted to know why. Are you friends with Katie?

Yep, there were nerves there. She was shy or withdrawn or was he the reason for her unsettled behavior?

Sleep. A hard commodity to come by these days. Logan didn’t blink as he stepped up, giving her his patented half-smile.

Excuse me?

Her mouth thinned. Logan wanted to bit her bottom lip badly. He actually sensed the pain of need roll through him. You said you came for a potion. Me, too. Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I came for the same thing. Can’t sleep.

Right. Aubrie’s tone held disbelief. She nodded, giving him a good once over. Medications are a private matter. Do you mind?

No, I don’t actually. Trying to be friendly, that’s all. He waited for a beat for his meaning to sink in. You live around here?

I don’t think that’s any of your business, now, is it?

Logan’s laugh came on so unexpected, he simply went with it. Well, no. Technically, it isn’t any of my business, however since you asked Katie for the compound, I couldn’t help but overhear. Found it a bit strange that both of us can’t sleep.

Strange? Well, why should a refill be strange? I didn’t say it was for sleep. Not being able to sleep isn’t strange either. Exasperation surfaced with a wave of her hand. Whatever. Without looking his way, she concluded, Besides, everyone has an opinion.

Her snide tone brooked no further conversation. The former Navy SEAL wasn’t a man to back down. They say lavender oil is good for inducing sleep. Ever tried it? Making sure his face remained blank, he focused on the irritation in those gorgeous brown eyes.

No. The one-word reply immediately followed by an annoyed sigh was her singular response.

With her back to him, she turned her attention to Katie. How much do I owe you?

Logan had noted Katie’s slight grin she shut down as Aubrie asked the question.

The compound is fifteen dollars. Want me to sack this for you? It’ll only take a minute.

Now, Logan smiled. Katie backed away from the counter as she held up a finger. If he wasn’t mistaken, Katie planned the exit to give him another opportunity. Inhaling, he took a moment to take in the silky strains of mink brown hair falling past her shoulders. The jeans she wore fit those long legs with precision. Tell me something, Aubrie. Do you know much about essential oils?

Aubrie turned with an irritated glint in her eyes. If she’d been a momma bear, Logan would have laid odds on her baring her teeth at him. I know a little.

An opening! Logan took a step toward the display where lavender along with rosemary sat neatly in a precise military line. Would you mind showing me what you think of this? Easing toward the arrangement of different tester bottles, he picked up a dark brown bottle of lavender opening the lid. Slowly, he handed her the bottle. Giving her control of the oil was part of his plan he mused. Miniature ponies danced in his gut. His eyes focused on her face.

Leaning in, Aubrie gave the mouth of the bottle a sniff. Her face relaxed fractionally before she raised her head.

Logan’s mouth went dry. Hers was the face of an angel. This woman was special.

Yes, that’s lovely. Are you going to try it? As she spoke, she handed the bottle back to him.

Edged with impatience, her question was cool. The horses pranced in Logan’s gut. I thought I would give it a shot. I’ve tried everything else. He spoke the truth. His nights consisted of long periods of sleepless reflections accompanied by endless time.

Aubrie nodded. Concern creased her brow. Perhaps if you add a cup of Chamomile tea to your plan you may get some rest. Drink a cup right before bed. Effectively ending the interaction, she turned in the counter’s direction.

His mouth dropped open. Aubrie was warming to him. Does it work for you? He had a hard time walking as he imagined her lying in bed, sleeping or not.

She paused in mid stride. When she turned back, her face was a vision in cool calculation. Her lips had thinned to a precise flat line. Her eyes cut through Logan’s swagger like a well-honed blade. Why do you ask, Logan?

Had he told her his name? No, Katie had. Mentally checking off that fact, Logan’s mouth opened before closing again. Shaking his head, he shrugged. I wondered how you knew those two would work is all. I didn’t mean to offend you. Sorry. Playing the sympathy card was always a tactical move.

Her nod was hesitant. I see. She gripped her purse with both hands. Tell me, Mr. Latimar, do you know why you can’t sleep? One dark eyebrow winged up in challenge.

Shaking his head, Logan eyed her contemplatively. Had he told her his last name? Did she know more than she was letting on? As if she comprehended what he had been thinking the whole time. Not really. That was a fat lie. He understood exactly why he couldn’t sleep.

Here you go, Aubrie. Katie gave Logan a conspiratorial wink as Aubrie took the sack. Thanks, Katie. See you later. Call me, will you?

Sure thing. Later.

Turning to leave, briskly, she headed for the door.

Logan skirted a display table of half-off sale trinkets. The timing gods were with him as he managed to maneuver between her and the front door. A little breathless, he held up a hand. Let me buy you a cup of coffee. I would like to apologize properly. As far as Logan was concerned, the idea of apologizing was fine – part of his plan. With a hand on the door, he made sure she couldn’t leave without answering him. He gave her his best come-hither smile.

She tilted her head as her brow winged up in an arch. With her mouth set, she reached for the knob. Do you mind? Aubrie became the impatient, irritated female.

Gone was the skittish, recluse. Logan couldn’t decide which demeanor she wore better. Both were sexy as hell. Relinquishing the knob, he tried again, Please, let me try again. I promise I will do better this time. Whatta ya say? He used his brightest smile.

The corner of her mouth twitched followed by a tiny gleam in her eyes. Before Logan realized, she was smiling.

The ex-Navy SEAL wanted to cry out with a big hooyah. Logan, the man, decided his heart might stop. Aubrie was an amazing woman. However, when she smiled, the world’s light paled in comparison. Here, the coffee shop is across the street. Extending his arm in invitation, Logan’s attempt at gallantry knew no quarter. He held the door open for her.

She slipped past him through the door, while calling over her shoulder as she stepped into the street. I have to drop by the post office. Maybe some other time. With that, she sprinted toward the post office.

Geez, you were staring, bro. Screwed that proper. I hate it when my inner voice is right, Logan growled to himself. With a healthy irritation for his inner monolog, Logan turned back to Katie. Hey, listen, I remember I forgot to lock the door to the garage. I’ll be right back.

Okay. Don’t worry. I’m here ‘til six. With a knowing grin, she went back to counting pills.

As swift as lightning, he left the building. If his persistence didn’t pay off, he was going to regret his last minute decision to use the macho male display on Aubrie. Going back in the pharmacy without a win was at the bottom of his list of favorite things currently. Racing across the street, he ducked into the post office. The lobby was empty except for a woman gathering her mail from the brass boxes lining the wall. The clock read nearly five-thirty - closing time. Aubrie had been in a hurry, which meant she needed something from the counter. A couple of strides found Logan entering the room off the main lobby of Cheniere Station’s post office.

***

Can I get some stamps for these bills?

Here you go. The clerk smiled warmly.

Oh, I nearly forgot. Here’s a reminder slip for the package I came to pick up. Aubrie handed over the slip.

Would you like Forever stamps or some of the pretty leaves I have for Fall? The sandy haired clerk held up a book of stamps depicting a variety of colorful leaves in autumn colors.

Those are pretty. I’ll take the leaves, please.

Okay, let’s see. That will be sixteen dollars and twelve cents. Indicating the box, he continued, There was four dollars postage due on the parcel. He gave a shrug.

Oh, well, I still have to have it, so… Aubrie trailed off as she handed him the money. With the package in her arms, she smiled, Maybe they’ll get it right next time.

Maybe so. You have a good evening now.

Thanks, Rudy. See you later. Aubrie turned from the counter before nearly colliding with Logan.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.

You didn’t. Well, I guess you did. Are you following me? Trying for a chilled polite, she side-stepped him again.

Waving off the clerk,