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I woke the next morning and hurried out to the kitchen to brew a mug of coffee. Once it was ready, I crawled back under the covers to stay warm, wrapping my fingers around the mug. I recalled my dream, but it was floating away like smoke in the breeze. I was sure the image of the bare-chested man had haunted me during the night. I shivered and tried to recall what had frightened me so much the night before at the beach. I was convinced I had seen him, watching us intently, backlit by the street lights. But I must have imagined it. Or was it a trick of the fog? If anyone had really been there, Maggie would have seen him too.
Wizard sprang from the little slipper chair onto the bed and climbed on my stomach. "Good morning, Wiz." He meowed in response, probably hungry I thought. "You’ll h
