“You talked to Lulu?” Ripley interrupted.

“Mmm. She was top of my list. She’s lived here a long time, but she wasn’t born here. And there’s her close association with Mia. It’s intriguing to me the easy, almost casual way Lulu accepts the metaphysical. She accepts Mia’s gifts the way another might accept a child’s hair color. It would be different for you,” he said to Nell. “Coming into your talents as an adult.”

“I suppose.” She didn’t mind talking about it. In fact, Nell thought she might enjoy discussing the entire matter on an intellectual, scientific plane. But she recognized the warning signals in Ripley’s stiff shoulders.

“More beef?” she asked brightly.

“Thanks. It’s great. Zack, I wonder if I could schedule some time with you? Get your perspective as someone who’s lived here all his life, and who married a woman of considerable talents.”

“Sure. My time’s fairly flexible.” He wasn’t oblivious to his sister’s reaction, but he considered it her problem. “You’re going to find that most of us don’t think about the history of the island on a daily basis. We save that for the tourists. Most of us just live here.”

“That’s one of my points. You live with it, go about your business, create and maintain normal lives.”

“We are normal,” Ripley said softly.

“Exactly.” Mac lifted his wine, studied her coolly. “Power doesn’t alter, doesn’t have to alter, elemental human needs. Home, family, love, financial security. The close, familial relationship between Lulu and Mia, for example, isn’t based on what Mia is, but on who she is.”

He looked at Zack. “I don’t imagine you married Nell because she’s a witch, or despite it, but because she’s Nell.”

“True. Then there was her pot roast.”

“Which can’t be discounted. Strong emotion feeds power. I’ve been pretty emotional about Nell’s cooking since my first bowl of soup.”

Zack chuckled as he topped off everyone’s wine. “Good thing I saw her first.”

“Timing is key. If Lulu hadn’t landed here when she landed here, she might not have had the major role in Mia’s upbringing. And as I understand it, Nell, if you hadn’t walked into the bookstore at the exact moment that Mia’s former café chef was quitting, you might not have made that connection—or not that precise connection. That connection led to one with Zack, and to Ripley, and in a winding, indirect way, to me.”

“I don’t have anything to do with it.” Ripley’s voice remained soft, but the barbs were poking through.

“Your choice,” Mac said easily. “Choice is another key. In any case, since you’re reluctant to show me around the island when I’m working, I wanted to ask you about a place on the south point. Great old house. Lots of gingerbread, wide covered porch. There’s not much else around it. It’s just up from a cove that has a shale beach. There’s a terrific little cave.”

“TheLogan place,” she said shortly. “The family that owns the hotel.”

“It looked empty.”

“They don’t live here anymore. They rent it out now and then during the season. Why do you care?”

“First, because it’s a beautiful spot and an appealing old house. Next, because I got particularly strong readings in that area.” He watched Ripley’s gaze flick to her brother’s face, hold a moment. “I haven’t heard much about theLogans . They show up in my research, of course, but no one has much to say about them in the village. How long since any of the family lived in the house?”

“More than ten years,” Zack answered when Ripley remained silent. “Mr. Logan, or one of his representatives, comes back now and then to look things over, but they stay at the hotel.”

“Shame to let a beautiful house like that sit empty. Is it haunted?”

Zack’s lips twitched at the muttered rumble his sister made. “Not that I know of.”

“Too bad.” And he meant it. “How about the cave? I got the strongest readings there.”

“The cave’s a cave,” Ripley shot. There was a little twist in her heart, and it annoyed her.

“We used it as boys,” Zack began. “To play pirate and hunt for treasure. Teenagers have been known to treat it as a kind of lovers’ lane.” He stopped abruptly as it struck home. Sam Logan, and Mia. They’d been teenagers once, and the cave would surely have been theirs. One look at his sister’s face told him she’d known. And was trying to protect a childhood friend’s privacy.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if your equipment’s picking up on all those hormones,” Zack said cheerfully.

“What’s for dessert, honey?”

At sea, Nell rose. “I’ll get it. Ripley, mind giving me a hand?”

“No, fine. Sure.” Annoyed, Ripley pushed away from the table and stalked into the kitchen.

“What is it?” Nell demanded. “What don’t you want to say about theLogan place?”

“It’s just an old house.”

“Ripley, I can’t help if I’m in the dark.”

With her hands in her pockets, Ripley paced the kitchen. “Sam and Mia—they were a major item.”

“I know that much. He left, and hasn’t been back. It still hurts her.”

“Yeah, well, she ought to get the hell over it.” With a sigh, Ripley bent down to stroke Diego the cat.

“They were lovers. Mia and I, we were still . . . we were friends. We knew everything about each other. The first time she was with Sam, the first time they were together, was in the cave. It was one of their meeting places.”

“I see.”

“It’s still a raw spot with her, and she doesn’t need some jerk asking questions and taking energy readings.”

“Ripley, don’t you think if Mac knew he’d be less likely to rub against that sore spot?”

“I don’t know what to think about him.” Disgusted, Ripley straightened. “One minute he’s a nice guy, and the next he’s trying to wheedle data out of you over your own pot roast. He’s got no business coming here as a guest and pressuring you and Zack.”

“I didn’t feel pressured.” Nell took a Boston cream pie out of the refrigerator. “I’m sorry it upsets you, Ripley, but I’ve already decided to talk to Mac. I’m interested in his work, and I’m interested in contributing to it.”