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  On Cassie's way home that night she made a trip to the library. For nostalgia's sake, she told herself, moving directly to the small paperback section at the back. It smelled the same and, oddly comforted by that, Cassie sank into one of the beanbag chairs that had surely been in the same spot since the flower-power sixties. How many hours had she sat in here, inhaling one historical romance after another, lost in a world that had always been a better world than hers?

  "Oh, Barry, stop. You're making my knees weak." What? Cassie craned her neck. Behind her, in the doorway to the backrooms, stood Mrs. Wilkens whispering into a cell phone.

  "I know you're my husband, you silly man. But I told you, we can't have phone sex until my break." She grinned.

  The old lady with the severe white bun and pursed lips grinned. At her husband. As he gave her phone sex.

  Cassie had entered the twilight zone.

  "Call me later," Mrs. Wilkens whispered. "Yes, I'll bring home another romance novel, don't worry. Some new ones just came in… I love you, too." She slipped her cell phone into her pocket and then went very still when she saw Cassie.

  Who didn't quite know what to say. A definite first. "You … you have phone sex?" she managed to say.

  "Romance readers have a sixty percent better sex life than nonreaders," she sniffed. "If I'd known you were coming, I'd have put out some more books for you."

  "You'd have…" Cassie narrowed her gaze, suddenly transported back in time. Every time she'd sneaked into the library, she'd always found a stack of new books seemingly waiting just for her. It had been her own little miracle. Her oasis in a life of hell. "You…" Oh, my God. "You."

  Mrs. Wilkens nodded. "We had the same tastes. And it seemed to keep you off the streets."

  "But … I thought you hated me."

  Mrs. Wilkens smiled, her face softening. "You thought everyone hated you. Hang on, I'll find you some books."

  Oh, yeah. She'd definitely entered the twilight zone. But Mrs. Wilkens came back with three books Cassie had been eager to read. Unbelievable.

  When she finally left the library and drove home, she sat in her car for a moment, staring up at the big, dark house on Lilac Hill, wishing she'd thought to leave every light burning.

  "Meow."

  "Yeah, yeah." With one last apprehensive look at the dark walkway, Cassie got out of the car, reached for the cat and got hissed at for her efforts. "Fine. Walk. Hope there aren't any dogs out here."

  Miss Priss lifted her chin and leapt from the car like royalty, leading the way with her head held high.

  Cassie had to admit, the attitude helped. When she imitated the cat and threw her shoulders back, head up, she felt better. Invisible. Or was that invincible?

  She just wished she had claws like Miss Priss, on the off chance she needed them.

  But no one jumped out and yelled boo.

  There was, however, a package on the porch, which gave her one bad moment. She opened it, pretending her fingers weren't shaking as she did so, and found the most incredible-smelling batch of chocolate cookies. Her mouth watered—mostly because she'd skipped lunch.

  "What do you think, Miss Priss? Poisonous? Or delicious?" When the cat didn't so much as look at her, Cassie took a tentative bite. "Mmm."

  She'd been walking through the decadent house flipping on all the lights, munching on cookies for dinner, when the knock came at the door. Cassie opened it and found the woman from town standing there, minus the toddler.

  "Hi, remember me? Stacie?" Stacie grinned at the cookie in each of Cassie's hands. "Oh, good. You're enjoying the goodies I made."

  "They're heaven," Cassie admitted. "I have no idea how I'll fit into my work clothes in the fall, but thanks."

  Stacie smiled. "No problem."

  Cassie nodded in what she considered a friendly, neighborly manner, not that she'd ever had any neighbors to be friendly with. When she'd lived in this town growing up, she hadn't been allowed to talk to her neighbors—except for Kate—as in the house on one side of the duplex had lived a man who'd sold drugs, and in the other the resident had a police record a mile long.

  In New York, she'd never even seen her neighbors. So she didn't have a lot of experience to go on here. She waited for Stacie to get to the bottom of her visit. To tell her what she wanted.

  But the woman just stood there. Cute as a button. Still smiling.

  "Uh…" Cassie offered a half smile. "So…"

  "This is where you invite me in for a drink," Stacie said helpfully.

  "Oh." Cassie looked over her shoulder and wondered if she'd cleaned up after herself. "Well…"

  "That's okay." Stacie reached out and squeezed her hand. "We can work our way up to that. But you could do me one little favor."

  Here it was.

  "Tomorrow's opening day of the carnival."

  "Carnival."

  "Don't tell me you don't know about Pleasantville's annual carnival! The one to raise money for arts in the schools. Held at the beginning of every summer."

  Oh, Cassie knew all about the carnival. She'd sneaked her first beer at the carnival. Her first cigarette.

  Lost her virginity.

  Oh, yeah, she had a whole host of whoopee memories from the annual event. "Let's just say I'm not particularly fond of it," she said carefully.

  "Oh."

  Stacie looked so disappointed, Cassie sighed. "What's the favor?"

  "I'm going to be sitting in the dunking booth. Thought you'd come by and say hi. Since the divorce I haven't socialized very much and…" She lifted a shoulder and let out a little laugh. "And it's been a bit lonely, you know?"

  Friends. Is that what Stacie wanted? Ha! Obviously she hadn't been listening to the town gossip lately. As for lonely … ah, hell. "Yeah, fine. I'll stop by."

  Stacie's entire face lit up, and before Cassie could blink she was enveloped in a hug. "See you tomorrow," Stacie whispered, and then she was gone.

  Leaving Cassie with one more thing to think about.

  * * *

  Pleasantville's annual carnival brought out the best and the worst in the general population. There were clowns, games, crafts, rides and enough junk food to keep the town in stomachaches for the rest of the year.

  There were also whiny kids, grumpy parents, the occasional drunk and a slew of trouble-seeking high school kids out to score.

  Not to mention the heat. Dark had fallen and yet at nearly ninety degrees, the temperature hadn't.

  Not exactly the way Tag would have chosen to spend a Saturday night. He wasn't on duty, not officially anyway, but they were still short staffed due to the flu, and he knew his presence would help.

  The music pulsed loud, as well as all the hooting and hollering from the rides and games. Pulling his shirt away from his damp skin, he strode up and down the aisles thinking of how he'd rather be spending his evening.

  In front of ESPN. With air-conditioning.

  No, scratch that. In the arms of a woman. Yeah, now there was a way to pass time. His nice, quiet, sweet, loving woman, whose entire life would center around him and his needs. And though she'd be quiet, she wouldn't be shy. No way. She'd be wildly passionate and erotically sensual.

  She'd greet him at the door wearing his opened shirt and nothing else but a smile.

  Now there was a fantasy.

  He strode down a row of games, then around a corner to another aisle, stopping to gulp down a large lemonade. People had shown up in force tonight to support their schools, but few had found this area yet. He could see straight ahead to the dart game, where all one had to do was pop three balloons to win a prize.

  A woman stood there. There were women all over the place, but this one, dressed to kill in her jade-green haltered sundress, stood out. She was concentrating fiercely, her back to him as she threw back her arm, aimed … and missed.

  He knew that long, slim back. Those blond waves tumbling over straight, proud shoulders. Those long, long legs that could wrap around a man and—

  "Shit," s