Stupid really. She didn’t need any more reminders of Sasha. All the same, she could find the peace and quiet she needed here, and she could wonder again about the weirdness of her dreams. The house was too noisy today. Alex was home with her father, and there was a team of contractors busy in the garden with some landscaping project. Dad had told her about it, but she couldn’t remember the details. When she’d parked her car, one of the workers had come across and asked if she’d leave her keys with him as they’d need to move it later. He had the same blue eyes as Sasha and she’d gazed up at him for a moment. He was as polite too. He’d seen a cicada land on her back and had swept it away with his hand before she went into the house. A gentleman. Now, as she sat on one of the saggy reclining chairs, Megan tried to untangle her complicated thoughts about Sasha. The crazy story about being a wolf. The way he knew exactly what they’d talked about in her dream. His plan to spend the rest of his life with her.
