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Chantal often wondered how they could be so very alike in many ways and yet when it came right down to it, she was unsure if they really had any common ground at all--other than shared parentage.

I'm not leaving until this book is finished and it's a long one.

She could see the future, he could turn into a horse--they weren't exactly normal and neither one seemed to care.

Chantal didn't know how or why or even what it was exactly that set her apart from the rest of the world, some days she didn't wish to find out.

I modeled for him once.

Her sight didn't work that way; try as she might, there was nothing for her to find in her own future.

Current Music: Ani DiFranco - Going Once | Powered by Last.fm

Help...no...please don't...no...no...oh god, why are you doing this...NO!

He didn't mean to touch her, she knew, but that made little difference as Chantal fell to the floor and struggled to find her breath again.

"She's smart, pretty, athletic...and she likes her guys on the tall and slightly weird side--you're perfect for her," Chantal laughed as she tried to give Tadhg yet another phone number.

Current Mood: amused

The weather along the coastal region of Southern California is famed for being mild and lovely--today this is such a lie, which explains why she's roamed through her darkened house and is now standing in front of the refrigerator with the door open while completely naked.

Current Mood: hot

He was touching her indiscriminately, a hand on her shoulder then a brush of his fingers against her cheek--anything to try and set off one of her premonitions.