“What were you dreaming about?” “I don’t really remember. Something involving a boat? I keep meaning to start a dream journal, but I always forget.” I chose not to ask what a dream journal was. “Were you alone in the dream?” I asked casually. “Hmm, now that you mention it, there was someone in the boat with me,” she said. “Dark hair, tanned skin, a bit older than me but really good-looking…” A smug grin crept over my lips. Stella snapped her fingers. “I remember now. It was Ricardo!” She let out a squeal of laughter when I rolled her over and pinned her arms above her head. “You think that’s
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