Sloane stared at the doorknob to the cottage’s front door. She felt like an i***t — had already paused twice to glance around and make sure no one on the quiet residential street was paying any attention to her — but she told herself to just open the damn thing. If it didn’t work, well, then she’d call Jeremy and have him come to her rescue, or just walk back over to Trident like she’d originally planned, even though she’d bought enough stuff on her shopping expedition that she’d prefer to avoid hauling it all over town.
Since he hadn’t really told her how this was supposed to work, about all she could do was put her hand on the knob and imagine it turning.
To her utter shock, that was exactly what it did.
In fact, she was so gobsmacked that she could only stand there on the porch for a
