AFTER DRESSING AND blow drying her hair, Paige sat on the bed, pulling on a clean pair of socks. She felt her dream man in the room with her and wondered if it would it always be like this: strong sensations and lingering scents while he remained an unseen entity.
She knew this was all real and not a fantasy spun by her own mind. The fact that she detected his presence as strongly as if a living, breathing human being was in the room with her proved they were on the same wavelength, cosmic plane, or whatever it was called.
Somehow, she had to attempt to make contact. Needed to see him. At least converse with a disembodied voice.
If it came right down to it and she couldn't make contact herself, she would have Marge perform a séance. Marge would love that. Paige smiled softly at the imag
