Dance With the Wind (Chapter 7, page 1 of 13)


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Chapter 7

In morning's darkness, Megan slipped out of the cabin and headed to the corral. Brett's warning stayed at the forefront of her thoughts, but it did not push aside her heart's voice. "Is Colby worth a broken heart? What if he doesn't break it?"

Leaned over the fence, Megan breathed in the cold, damp, clean air. Despite the brain awakening, answers remained elusive. "Again, I get a summer of questions with no answers. Can't I even get a multiple choice?" she asked to no one.

"Life doesn't work that way," a voice answered.

"Hey," she said as life channeled through her veins. Something about the man who stood beside her, breathed life into her. Never had she experienced such an emotion with anyone. What made him extra special? Why this connection to someone she barely knew?

After a deep breath and feeling the redness dissipate from her cheeks, she turned to Colby. It brought no surprise to see him in the same clothes he wore yesterday.

"I never left," he said, realizing she recognized the clothes.

"I know," Megan said, looking him directly in the eyes. She looked deeper, trying to find a thread or symbol of what drew them together. Again, nothing surfaced. She blamed it on an overactive imagination. What other explanation was there?

"Talk to me," Colby said his hand on her arm. "How did you know I was here last night?" He stared deep into her eyes as if she had put him in a trance. When she realized he was trying to read her soul, she shrugged and turned away.

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