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Late-afternoon sunlight warmed Harper’s skin, and she stretched out on her bed and smiled. The fragments of the most wonderful dream still clung to her, shimmering like the effervescent strands of a magical web.
She lay on the back of the truck bed, the sun heating her body as she watched the clouds move above her. They changed and morphed as she watched them. Soft, sensual lips were at her neck, pressing teasing kisses against her. Her lover chuckled as she squirmed beneath his tender seduction.
“We can’t stay too long…” She threaded her fingers through his blond hair. The light caught and shone on those golden strands.
“We have forever, Queenie,” he promised.
Then the dream changed. The bridge had collapsed. Her parents’ car sank below the surface of the river as sleek silver alie
