She felt as though she’d slept for nine or ten hours. But when she glanced up at the exceptionally ugly clock Dad had won in a Chamber of Commerce raffle—a bas relief in wood of the Pioneer Woman statue on the square with the arm she pointed forward as the minute hand—she saw that it was barely eleven a.m. Still Sunday.The dance had only been last night. It felt like a year ago.She’d lain down at eight, perhaps eight-thirty, once she was sure that Adam was finally out like a light after she’d made him cinnamon toast and cocoa for which he was starving but too shaken to eat. Adam kept asking if Owen was going to die. Merry kept assuring him that he wasn’t. By then, Mally was herself exhausted.It had been a long, long night since she and Drew got the panicky call from Adam. Drew dropped Mallory off immediately. Although Adam usually loved being left home alone, he acted weird, almost as though he were a little kid afraid of the dark instead of nearly a teenager. He followed Mallory from room to room until she finally got him to go to sleep.Something was bugging Mally.It wasn’t like her to ever forget a moment from one of her dreams—the extraordinary kind of dream that she greeted with undeniable attraction and dread.
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