The last thing that Darrell wanted to do was to admit that he’d been thinking about Beau and her dreams. After she’d left the rec center, he’d sat down with the chess team, and lost to a seventh grader because his mind wasn’t in the game.
She’d known about the watch. He couldn’t figure out how to explain that. Darrell was a man of science. He knew there had to be an explanation for the coincidence.
But it wasn’t a coincidence. The prefix of that word meant it had happened before. It was an incident, singular. He hadn’t met Beau Rosen before. Maybe she did have some sort of sixth sense? Maybe the woman in her dreams was the woman of his?
Darrell shook his head at the faulty logic. Beau was in his office not because of the medical reason of easing her pain. She was here because she doubte
