Secrets In The Annex

Secrets in the Annex Ann Cory (c) 2007

Secrets in the Annex Ann Cory Published 2007 ISBN 1-59578-316-4 Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © 2007, Ann Cory. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Manufactured in the United States of America Liquid Silver Books http://LSbooks.com Email: [email protected] Editor Corina Calsing Cover Artist April Martinez This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Chapter One There was a hint of mischief in the air as Rand stepped outside, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. A scent that made him restless, pensive. For a brief moment, old memories resurfaced of his parent’s death and the aloneness he’d felt ever since. He didn’t know what made him think about them, except that the same scent had lingered around him back then. Every day after had been about putting one foot in front of the other, looking forward, and hoping one day to heal. He was still questioning where his life was going after all this time, maybe today would be different. If the day held any surprises for him, he would gladly welcome them. Anything to get away from his mundane routine. He pulled a T-shirt over his head and smoothed out a few strands of his dark hair, making sure the back part lay flat. Often he had a small patch of unruly hair with which to contend; it had resulted in name calling from peers in school. He opened the garage door, grabbed his gray one-piece coveralls from a hook on the wall, and zipped it up over his shirt and jeans. Rand stuffed his feet into a pair of work boots and laced them up. He spent the next ten minutes loading his old, reliable van with all the materials he needed for the next few days and made sure he had plenty of cash for a motel in case the job took longer than expected. As he finished loading in the supplies, Rand realized his once-white van was in dire need of a thorough cleaning. In his line of work, a chimney sweep, he was used to being covered in soot and grime, but he didn’t think he needed to advertise it quite so bluntly on the road. After this job was finished, he would take off a little time and spruce up the van. Rand hopped inside and looked out the rearview mirror before pulling out of the driveway. The van seemed extra stuffy today; he rolled down the window, his lungs immediately thanking him for the cool breeze. He glanced along the well-manicured homes around him, watching the children scramble across the lawns with toys and balls loaded up in their arms. Families stood together on the porches sipping drinks and laughing. A pang of loneliness nipped at his conscience, and he glanced at the empty seat next to him. He couldn’t deny a part of him would rather look over and catch the smile of a special someone, or feel a soft hand enclosed within his own. If he could find somewhere to settle down, he’d have an easier time making attachments, but he was a free spirit and was still looking for a place, which made him feel at home. For now, all he knew was where home wasn't. A shiver ran along his spine. There was someone out there for everyone. He believed that theory, but would it be too late before he had the chance to experience such closeness? His vision blurred briefly, and he wiped at a tear before it had a chance to make its descent. With a quick flick of the radio, he sat up straighter in the seat and focused away from his fear of loneliness, to the scenic drive to the country. About twenty minutes out, Rand noticed the sky changing, becoming marred with gray clouds, no doubt proposing rain. Before his move to London over a year ago, he had dealt with six months of snow every year in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, and had figured the change to rain would be a blessing in disguise.

Now, having experienced the endless showers of London, he realized his next move would be better served in the tropics, somewhere with a beach, an ocean, and plenty of sunshine. Hawaii, Anguilla, Martinique, or Seychelles sounded perfect. Of course, he’d happily contend with a large forest of old growth trees, surrounding himself with nature. There was something about the slow, comforting pace of being in the great outdoors that intrigued him. His was a gentle existence, and the fast-paced life in the city was often challenging. Rand figured a job in construction would be a nice change; he’d always been knowledgeable about houses and structures. He turned on the radio and readied himself for the four-hour drive. It was almost noon when Rand slowed down and turned onto the Ruthferd’s driveway. His destination, the large sixteenth-century bed and breakfast, looked breathtaking, as always. He did a quick check in the rearview mirror, making sure his hair was behaving, then rolled up the window and climbed out of the van. Lush poplar trees lined the cobblestone walkway, taking him toward the front entrance of the large inn. As Rand jogged up the short flight of stone steps, young Thomas Ruthferd, dressed to the nines in his tweed jacket and matching pants, came out the door to greet him. If it weren’t for his size and chubby cheeks, Rand would easily mistake the ten-year-old boy for a stylish young man. “Thomas, please let Rand in, don’t just stand there gawking at him,” called a woman’s voice from the partially open door. “Just a minute, mother, I have to ask him a question,” the boy whined. He cleared his throat and managed a concerned look in his eyes. “Will you shake my hand today, Mr. Rand? I need all the luck you can give me, so I may come across some money.” Rand let out a hearty laugh and thrust his hand toward the boy. “What is it you wish to buy this time?” “There is a brilliant new train set at Boxie Barker’s Toy Shop, and Father said he’d pitch in half. Only half, Mr. Rand! Can you believe such a thing? Somehow I must find the rest of that money today, or I simply may burst!” Rand couldn’t stop laughing. Thomas had a wonderful spirit, and he saw a bit of himself in the boy. Thomas' mother appeared at the door. “That’s enough, Thomas,” Dahlia Ruthferd said. “My apologies. Do come in. I’m afraid my son will never give up on the notion that a chimney sweep brings luck from a simple shake of their hand.” Dahlia ushered Rand inside. “I don’t mind, Mrs. Ruthferd,” Rand told her. “It’s a rather nice idea to imagine. Of course, you’d probably catch me shaking my own hands if I thought it really worked.” Dahlia led Rand through the house. She laughed and picked off imaginary lint from the dining room chairs. She was a short, portly woman who loved to wear oversized floral dresses and frumpy bonnets, to help cover her ‘London gray hairs,’ as she always joked. “I’m certain it’s going to rain later this afternoon, so we will stop at the park first for a stretch of the legs around the lake, and then go to the other side of town to dine with some dear friends of ours this evening. They are celebrating an anniversary, and we need to find a suitable gift. Twenty-five years of marriage is quite a feat these days, wouldn’t you agree?” “Yes, I most certainly would.” Rand glanced around the attractive home and wondered what people who had everything considered a suitable gift.

When he first came to clean the stylish bed and breakfast, he was greatly intimidated by its elaborate state. The décor was vintage with a subtle hint of classic Victorian thrown in, each room furnished like an extravagant museum. He feared knocking over valuable statues and shattering precious family heirlooms. Now he moved around more comfortably in the expansive sitting room, complete with glass tables, rugs, and fine porcelain vases. “Wonderful to see you today,” Ben Ruthferd bellowed from atop the staircase. As usual, his attire was a stuffy-looking suit, though Rand would never openly say so. Ben was a shrewd businessman and believed that one should always look his best, regardless of the planned activities of the day. He made a slow, deliberate descent down the stairs and checked for dust along the banister. Times like this, Rand felt underdressed and in need of a shower. “Thank you for coming out on such short notice,” boomed Mr. Ruthferd, his mustache quivering above his lips. “I was surprised to be called back here so soon. I take it my last cleaning job wasn’t thorough enough?” The towering man rubbed his hands together and then gave Rand a hearty pat on the back. “Nonsense. We are always pleased with your work. No, we asked you to come because this is a special occasion for us. It just so happens we are almost ready to unveil our newly remodeled annex, which boasts its own fireplace.” Rand admired Ben’s drive and determination to make everything he touched a success. “Congratulations. I’m sure it will do well.” “As are we. When my father left this estate in his will, he had asked us to leave the annex alone, claiming we were only to use the house and the surrounding grounds. After many of our regular guests commented on the beauty of its exterior architecture, we decided it was time to do something about the inside. The lawyers, though, couldn't find any reason why the annex was to be left untouched. In fact, I worried about how safe it was, though it appears indubitably sturdy. I had an inspector check it, and he declared it sound. Unfortunately, the inside was in ghastly shape and required a good chunk of money to set things right, but I believe the payoff will be grand. Thank goodness for bank loans.” Rand laughed along with his employer, though he’d never taken a loan in his life. He lived a simple, modest life. Paycheck to paycheck was almost his mantra. Money didn’t bring him happiness, it never had. He hoped in time he’d find a woman who shared his same vision and would be content with the wealth of his love, and not his wallet. “I hadn’t realized what a frightening state the inside was in,” Ben continued, pacing with his hands behind his back. “Stains covered the ceiling, and the wallpaper had long since peeled off. Furniture was a wreck, and the fireplace remains in bad shape. I am quite pleased with how it turned out in the end, and I’m sure my father would be pleased, if he were still alive. I can’t believe he’s been gone for ten years, and we’ve never bothered with the annex until now.” He looked toward an oval portrait on the wall. Rand noticed that Ben and his father appeared strikingly similar, down to the side part of his hair. “Already we have it booked solid for the fall season, which will help with the renovation costs. The landscaping still needs tending to, but as soon as you're done, the inside will be ready. I am embarrassed to say I’ve no idea when the last time the chimney

was cleaned. It will probably be a ridiculous job requiring several trips and grueling hours. I don’t expect you to finish all in one day, let alone two. We, of course, will pay you extra for your time. Dahlia and I wouldn’t trust any other chimney sweep to do the job.” “I appreciate your praise and confidence in my work.” Rand smiled and rubbed his hands together. “I must say I’m intrigued to have a look at it.” Ben smiled graciously and ushered him to the door leading outside. “Be our guest. The annex is around back. Would you like help carrying in your equipment? I’m sure little Thomas would be happy to assist. He’s taken quite a liking to you.” “He’s a fine boy, but I’ll be fine, thank you,” Rand replied. “Most of it is covered in soot, and I know you’re all off for the day. You’ll probably want to start on that walk in the park before the downpour.” “Good old English weather, ever the rain and gloom. Very well then.” Ben gave him a nod and fished a large iron key from his pocket. “Here’s the key to the annex. We’d be very pleased to have you stay there while you’re tending to the fireplace, rather than waste your good money on some motel. We won’t take no for an answer.” Rand fingered the old fashioned key between his fingers, feeling excitement rise up in his chest. The Ruthferds always looked after him well, and he appreciated their hospitality. “Thank you, sir. Have a splendid time and I hope you find the right gift for your friends.” Rand watched as the Ruthferds drove away and then went to look inside the annex. He was anxious too see how they fixed it up. A soft, gray-blue color coated the outside wood with the window edgings in white. The A-frame gave it a hint of vintage charm. Most of the yard surrounding the annex was in need of fixing up, as Ben had mentioned. Grass would need to be laid overtop the scraggly weeds and dirt. Above the door was a small overhang with a few spider webs in the corner. The Ruthferds had made a good choice in utilizing the extra space. With the key still in his hand, Rand turned away from the annex and jogged over to the van. It took several trips back and forth to carry everything over, laying it out on the ground. Mentally he took inventory of each item: vacuum cleaner, various brushes and bristles, a flue cleaner, a broom, chimney rods, a ladder, and his worn metal lunchbox. At the last moment, he remembered to grab the large blue tarp. When he opened the door to the annex, an enormous black bird flew out, startling him. Struggling to keep his balance amid his tools, Rand grabbed for the doorway and took a deep breath. It took a few minutes before his pulse resumed a calm cadence, and he stepped inside the annex. It was spacious, but offered a cozy ambiance. Off to the right sat a small kitchenette, with enough counter space to do light cooking. Before him was a spacious family room, completely furnished, though large sheets were thrown on everything to keep it clean. Rand took a quick jog up the winding staircase, checking out the two bedrooms and a quaint little parlor. Small oval windows added a touch of mystique. Back downstairs, he admired the interior design. Unlike the bed and breakfast, the annex was done in rich maple with black wrought iron décor. Mirrors, sconces, and gallery-type paintings hung on the smooth walls. It had a sense of classy elegance, and immediately he felt at home.

The fireplace mantle was painted in a rich black lacquer, with thick candlesticks sitting on either side. A glossy maple box was filled with logs, and the hearth was laid nicely in blue-gray stones. Expansive in size, the fireplace could easily serve as a tomb. This would no doubt be the most sought-after part of the cottage once the guests caught sight of it. He could see why Ben was so proud of his little backyard paradise. Rand got right to work and laid out the tarp. He quickly assembled his tools where they would be easiest to reach. He was in need of some new equipment soon. Many people questioned his reasons for doing such an odd and sometimes dangerous job, where every day was about being covered in filth. The truth was, Rand felt a sense of pride about his work and enjoyed it. Rather than being stuck behind computers all day, or jammed inside a cubicle, he enjoyed venturing somewhere new all the time. He chalked it up to a wild imagination from when he was young, and was very much like Thomas Ruthferd in his belief of chimney sweeps spreading good luck wherever they went. Rand knelt and shoveled out the ashes in the bottom of the fireplace. He noticed several suspicious splinters of what, at first glance, looked like bone. It seemed odd, but he dismissed the find as workers burning their trash and food when they were fixing up the annex. The clean up of the fireplace didn’t take much time at all, and Rand moved on to the dirty work of cleaning the chimney. He set the ladder and made sure it was secure before climbing halfway up. Prior to his job as a chimney sweep, he was deathly afraid of heights. After five or six times cleaning chimneys, he found a compromise with his fear, but there were the days when the fear still won over. Small spaces got to him when he felt overwhelmed, and often his imagination ran away with him in the dark. Rand brought up his stiff bristle brush and scraped away at the stubborn creosote. The blackish residue took a lot of energy to get off, and Rand only spent a few minutes before he’d worked up a hearty sweat. His one-piece suit didn’t allow for much breathing room, but it served its purpose in covering his clothes. He wiped away a layer of sweat from his forehead and put all his muscle into working with the brush. As he scraped, he came across two loose stones, but they held fast enough that he couldn’t move them. Rand didn’t think they’d cause a problem and decided they gave the chimney a little character. He busied himself with the creosote, ignoring the aches and pains in the backs of his arms. **** Kaelyn had noticed the moment a sense of change had enveloped the house. Was it possible he had returned, and she would be rescued? The smidgeon of hope she’d been holding onto suddenly grew stronger. When she closed her eyes, she saw his hands, and the blinding, white-hot light. The glare had been overbearing, burning deep within her amber orbs. Why had he not come back to save her? Had he not heard her cries and pleas for help? She would take it all back if she could, and lay with him, letting his fingers play across her naked body. She’d allow his lips to wander between her thighs, his hair tickle across her taut belly. She carried a heavy load of guilt and shame. There were moments he had made her feel special and cared about, treating her in ways she’d never experienced. His tender words about how much she’d meant to him still rang in her ears. They could not have been lies; wouldn’t she have seen the dishonesty in his eyes? In many ways, she’d let

their relationship go too far, and yet they hadn’t gone far enough. Kaelyn didn’t know whether to draw attention to herself or wait and let him make the first move. It didn’t matter one way or the other. What mattered was that her dreams were about to come true; love would be given a second chance. Her mind filled with fantasies of what he would say. No doubt he’d be full of apologies for making her wait so long, and maybe she’d torture him a little. Then she’d make him see she was true to her words. She had waited and still wanted him. Time had little meaning where love was concerned. When she’d expressed her feelings for him, or what she’d believed were her feelings, the wrong person had discovered them. What had become of her self-respect and dignity? In retrospect, it had all become a vicious game; one that ended with permanent scars. From her black perch, she watched. His physique and the way he carried himself were different. If anything, he was more stunning than she’d let herself admit before, younger even. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him as he roamed about the house, his moves stirring up a gamut of emotions. She knew better than to watch him when the missus was around, but she stole looks when she could, just as he had of her. Now he’d returned and was close enough that she could smell a subtle peppermint scent, a refreshing aroma compared to the stale smell of burnt wood. Impatience set in, and she fidgeted. Why wouldn’t he look up? He knew she was there. Did he think it a game? Had she done something wrong, and he wished to punish her more? It didn’t seem right. She’d suffered more than anyone should have to, but now wasn’t the time to pity herself or her situation. When he promised to come back for her, she’d taken his word as pure gold. He had to return, he just had to. Surely he would have decided by now, and he must have chosen her. Kaelyn's heart was not something to be given out to just anyone. She would allot him a little more time. Being a lady meant biting her tongue about things. She longed for him to be like the heroes she read about in books, slipping strong, muscular arms around her petite form to carry her to safety. A thick cock to plunge between her legs while her cries echoed into the night. Waiting was something she’d grown accustomed to, and wait she would. Kaelyn turned to her companion perched beside her. Quietly, she whispered to it, telling it to be her eyes and not let him leave without finding her. Kaelyn watched the man work, admiring his strength and determination. She couldn’t wait to give herself to him, straddle his body and ride him in a selfish fit of pleasure. Moisture between her thighs thickened at the thought. Yes, she would have him, and everything would go back to the way it was supposed to be. She reached down her body and slipped her fingers up into the moisture. A gasp escaped her throat. It was his fault she would have to get herself off. The cravings of a fierce climax were heightened, and her thighs trembled. Kaelyn stretched her legs and propped them on either side of the chimney wall, the heels of her feet resting on the wrought iron ladder rungs. With thoughts on his cock thrusting where her fingers stroked, she manipulated her clit. Her breath increased, and she struggled against the need to cough. The soot was thick in her lungs, but she refused to let it distract her. A swirl of heat drove from her abdomen, and she quickened her motions. Kaelyn bit her cheeks as a fierce climax spread through her body. The heady scent of her sex mingled with the smell of ashes and made her giddy. Through glazed eyes, she watched the man below, her body continuing its

spasms. Soon she would experience his thick length.

Chapter Two After several hours, Rand finally removed the first layer of soot. He immediately started work on scraping through the second layer. Ben Ruthferd wasn’t kidding when he said it would require several trips before the job would be done. The centuries old beast was going to be a weeklong project, whether he liked it or not. As he went back to scraping, he heard a soft hum reverberate from inside the fireplace. Rand held his breath and listened. Nothing. The quiet was a nice change from the ear-splitting sound of the bristle brush against the chimney wall. When he started back up, the humming resumed. From what he could tell, the sound came from high above. Curious, he climbed down the ladder and tried to open the damper several times, but found it was stuck. He figured a fireplace of this stature would still have a cast iron frame with cast iron hinges. If they were stuck, it was going to take an exceptional amount of labor to get them working again. Without the ability to open the damper, there was no way to regulate air. The last thing he wanted to do was let the Ruthferds down; they meant a lot to him. There was no one left in Rand's family, and he had quickly adopted them as the ideal family-type. Rand figured he was hearing things and went to grab a chimney rod. Before he had the chance to move, he heard a sound that stopped his heart. “Please, don’t leave me here alone.” He waited and held his breath, too afraid to move or speak. “Please.” The whispery sound lingered for a few minutes and then disappeared. When he glanced up, a cloud of soot fell into his eyes, momentarily blinding him. He blinked several times, and he could see again. The flapping of wings caught his attention, and the same bird he’d seen earlier came swooping down the chimney, flying around his face. How had it gotten back in? He shooed at it and climbed out of the fireplace. Tossing open the front door of the annex, he tried to guide the bird out. “Come on bird, come on,” he prompted between whistles. The bird circled around the room several times, squawking loudly, before it flew back inside the fireplace and vanished into the darkness. Rand took a cloth from his pocket and wiped soot and sweat from his face. He reached in his lunchbox and took a swig of ice-cold water. His throat always got parched when he worked in fireplaces. He couldn’t imagine how the early-day chimney sweeps worked in such dismal conditions. Rand always made sure his work area was safe and the room well ventilated. He’d read stories where the young orphans of London were hired for a mere penny to clean chimneys, sometimes as many as ten inside a single chimney, and forced to work with hardly any food or water. They often had nothing to protect them from breathing in the soot, and it wasn’t long before their poor lungs collapsed. Many young children lost their lives doing a job not meant for their size or strength. Rand grabbed a flashlight and walked back into the fireplace. An unusual scent startled him. A flash of a womanly body undulating before flames of fire blinded him. He flipped the switch and directed the flashlight high into the corners, trying to locate the

bothersome bird. The last thing he wanted to clean up was its droppings too. Rand climbed up the ladder, trying to locate the animal when the flashlight dimmed and flickered. The ladder shifted and panic drove him to climb down fast. Bent over, he rested his hands on his knees and took a couple deep breaths. Shaking his head, Rand looked up into the darkness. “Have it your way, raven. We’re going to have to learn to work with one another for a few days. You don’t bother me, and I won’t bother you.” The bird squawked, and Rand grabbed the bristle brush. He laughed to himself while scraping away another encrusted layer of soot. It wasn’t long before he was back in the groove, though he felt uneasy. Hairs on the back of his neck stirred every now and then, as if something other than the raven watched him. He chalked it up to his superstitious belief in ghosts. In many of the old style Gothic mansions in which he’d worked, there had been several occasions where he felt the presence of a spirit. Residents of the homes were all too delighted to share with him their own experiences and sightings. When he was eight, Rand's mother and father had died. The first time his parents had traveled somewhere without him, and the plane had crashed. Everything normal in his life came to a stand-still. His fragile mind couldn’t comprehend the idea that his parents were never coming home. Weren’t parents immortal? Later that night, after hearing the news from his babysitter, Rand remembered crouching in the corner of his room, tears streaking down his face. Then, two bright images stood before him, their arms outstretched. Fear was quickly replaced by familiarity as the specters turned into the figures of his mom and dad. They had come to tell him farewell, and let him know they’d be watching out for him, even if they couldn't be with him. Their warm arms embraced Rand, and he could smell their scent, feel their soft flesh melting into his. In moments, they were gone, but he never forgot. Many people didn’t get to say goodbye to those who passed on, but he was one of the lucky ones. It was the first time he understood what being alone meant, and it was an emotion he could never shake. Part of him feared loving someone that much again, only to have to watch her die. What if he married, and his wife was then taken from him in a terrible accident? Perhaps she wouldn’t return as his parents had; she would leave him with a void of darkness, without closure, without the chance to say good-bye. If he found the love of his life and they were happy and content, he would have it all. If it were taken from him, he’d have nothing. He’d be alone. Another shiver ran down his spine. Rand had related the story about his parents to friends at school, which ended up being a big mistake. It seemed people didn’t believe in what they didn’t see. Without any kind of proof, he was labeled a freak. From then on, he kept his story to himself. It wasn’t important to him that others believed he’d seen ghosts; the unknown didn’t disturb him near as much as being alone did. **** A couple hours later, Rand took a break and downed a full bottle of ice cold water. Rain pelted against the window, and he hoped the Ruthferds had enjoyed their picnic. The night was wearing on, and he was starting to get hungry. After a quick cleaning of his hands, he dodged the rain to his van and drove around, looking for some place to eat. A small, nearly-empty deli sat on a nearby corner. In a booth too big for just himself, he

sat and looked at the menu. Everything sounded good, which made for a tough decision. A mean bacon cheeseburger with salty fries won out, and he quickly ordered. While he waited for his food to arrive, Rand picked away at the soot underneath his nails. What had made the sounds earlier, and why wouldn’t the bird leave? He hoped it hadn’t built a nest up in the chimney. Sooner or later, he would have to interfere and find a tree to coax it into. Very few guests would be willing to share their vacation stay with an unruly raven. When his meal arrived, he chomped it down in hungry bites, watching the rain slide down the window. In mid chew, he stopped. Rand squinted his eyes to get a better look. What was that? Through the droplets of water, he could barely make out a black bird, fluttering its wings, eyes watching him. He dropped the rest of his burger and ran outside. The rain lightened up. Rand looked all around. The lights of the parking lot were glaring, but he couldn’t see any sign of the bird. Had he been imagining things? The server came out with a strange expression on his face. “Something wrong with the food, sir?” Rand shook his head and followed the server back inside. “No, I just thought I saw something outside. Guess I’m tired.” He walked back to the booth and finished his meal, his eyes never leaving the window. On the drive back to the bed and breakfast, he kept leaning forward, looking up into the darkening sky. It couldn’t have been the same bird. How many ravens were there around here? If it was the same one, had it followed him? The thought gave him goose bumps. In the dark, he had a harder time getting back to the Ruthferds' home. Twice he pulled over and rubbed at his eyes, trying to get his head together. By the time he got through the door, he was exhausted. Stripping off his drenched coveralls, he laid them on the counter in the kitchen to dry overnight. In his T-shirt and jeans, he relaxed and looked over his day’s progress. It didn’t seem like much had been done, but he’d gotten a good chunk of the creosote scraped off. He’d start back to work early in the morning and push on through all day. Rand appreciated the Ruthferds' allowing him to sleep over in the annex, but he didn’t want to dirty up the expertly made beds. Instead he lay down on the white sheet covering the couch and tried to find a comfortable position for his head. Closing his eyes, he took deep even breaths, blowing out the stress of the drive back. Soft, whispery sounds drifted in the air and lulled him to sleep.

Chapter Three Kaelyn stood over him, listening to the slow, easy rhythm of his breath. It wasn’t Benjamin Ruthferd at all, but someone else entirely. Disappointment dissolved for the moment as her curiosity got the better of her. This man before her wasn’t of English descent, obvious in his mannerisms, face and voice, as she’d heard earlier. Still, he reminded her of the men from the covers of books she’d found stashed away. She watched his chest rise and fall, and the way his eyelids stirred. Kaelyn imagined his dreams were full, unlike hers. He had something to look forward to in his future; hers had been over before it truly began. Kaelyn's fingertips walked along his skin, completely absorbed by the way he felt. She liked the texture; it felt smooth and cool to the touch. Kaelyn lowered herself to the floor and examined him more closely. A soft, bluishgreen color surrounded his body, a comforting color that drew her to him. She bent forward and again smelled the hint of peppermint along his face. Her lips longed to sample his, just to see how it would make her feel, but she didn’t want to wake him. He slept peacefully, in a way she couldn’t imagine. Could this man be her hero? Was he the one to take her to the kind of place she was sure he dreamt about behind his perfect eyelid? Of what was love truly made anyway? Was it words and promises? Fleeting glances? Lustful moments? Or was love about attraction and kisses, the way bodies rubbed together as one? She longed to know if what she felt for Benjamin Ruthferd was the real thing, or something her mind had tricked her into believing. All at once, his face turned, brushing against her cheek and startling her. He was close … too close. His lips parted slightly, enough for her to feel his warm breath along her face. Lips that beckoned to her … just one taste; she had to know. Kaelyn parted her lips and closed up the distance between them, angling her face until she reached her destination. As her mouth met his, she was shocked at the multitude of emotions sparking within her. For a moment, new breath entered her, and she fought to flee. Instead, she pressed her lips harder against his until he reciprocated. A hand moved behind her head and pulled her closer. His tongue touched the tip of hers, and she welcomed it. With trembling hands she smoothed her hand along his chest, fascinated by his muscle tone. As she withdrew her lips, his hand slipped from around her head and kneaded her breasts. Oh god, how could she have gone so long without physical touch? Her body became alive, and she wanted more. Below the waistband of his jeans, she could see he enjoyed her too. A sense of urgency to explore him further got the better of her, and she fumbled with the button and zipper. She reached between his skin and the soft cloth of his underwear and pulled it down, admiring his sex. Kaelyn positioned herself on top of him and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it up and down. His erection grew and made her hand look small in comparison. The softness of his flesh piqued her curiosity. Her mouth watered at the thought of how he would taste along the sides of her cheeks. As she opened her mouth, he pulled her close, his warm breath against her wet entry. His moist tongue flicked at her clit, and her body lurched. Never before had a man pleasured her there.

Along with his lips, he sank his fingers inside her. Greedily she slid her lips over his cock, making them tight. Rand drew in his breath, and she consumed him further, taking in his entire length. As she ascended back up, she suckled him intensely. Again she went down on him, bobbing her head, concentrating on the swollen tip, tasting his salty divinity. Faster she moved, devouring him like her life depended on it. His fingers, lips, and tongue slaked along her sex and drove her mad. She moaned with his thick length inside her mouth. In a matter of seconds, her whole body shuddered from her orgasm. Kaelyn bit her lip to keep from screaming. Not wanting to rob the handsome stranger of his own climax, she quickened her pace. A long, deep moan escaped his lips as he filled her mouth. The experience was new for her, and she liked it. His manly taste slid down her throat, and quenched her thirst. She lifted herself up from his body and turned. His eyes were still closed, and a sheen coated his lips. Through it all, he’d remained asleep. Quick as she could, she vanished back to the only safe haven she had, the place she resigned herself to stay until someone came for her. It wasn’t right to behave in such an unladylike fashion, being the aggressor, seeking him out. Though the kiss … it had set her on fire. The kiss had been too real, too comfortable, and much too tempting. Something inside wanted more and longed to explore every inch of his body. Kaelyn hugged herself and rocked back and forth. Perhaps love did come from a kiss. Or perhaps she wanted to be with someone so badly, she didn’t care who it was. Inside though, she had a feeling he was the one. Within the cold, black catacomb, the wait was endless. The raven rustled its feathers above her. She empathized with its restless spirit. A resounding squawk erupted the otherwise silent prison, and she listened to it flutter around.

Chapter Four A single ray of sunlight filtered through the blinds on the window. Rand stretched his arms high and sat up, rubbing out the kinks from the back of his neck. His sleep had been deep, but his dreams garbled. He’d had a dream of a woman, fair and lovely, standing over him while he slept. His fingers slid along his lips, almost certain he tasted something he couldn’t explain. Glancing at the clock, he was surprised it was only six. With a long stretch he willed his body to move, feeling the earlier work in his biceps and shoulders. Inside his lunchbox was an apple and he took a few bites for fuel. It would suffice as breakfast for several hours. After checking to make sure his one-piece was dry, he put it on and zipped it up to his neck. With his energy renewed, Rand was ready to get back to work. The raven flew out from the chimney just as he was about to take a step in, startling him. “You like to keep me on my toes, don’t you?” He ducked under the ladder, repositioning it to the other side, and began scraping away the encrusted layers of soot. “Please, I must know; have you come to rescue me?” The bristle brush fell out of his hands, and he gripped the ladder tight. His heart pounded like a hammer inside his chest. “Who said that?” A pair of amber eyes stared back at him and then vanished. It couldn’t have been the raven; it had already flown out. Was it a cat? His hands shook wildly as he picked up the brush and resumed work. At the rate things were going, he would never be done. Cold drafts blew against his neck, sending shivers along his body. If he didn’t know better, he’d think something was breathing on him. The chimney was closed up tight; there was no way such a strong draft should be able to get in. A feminine voice rang out, breaking the silence. “If I am good, will you help me out? I have waited so very long.” Rand almost fell off the ladder and struggled for a good grip. “Is this some kind of a joke? I don’t find it funny at all; chimneys are dangerous enough as it is. Come down now, or you’ll hurt yourself.” He was met with silence. Rand wasn’t in the mood for childish games and pranks. In a loud, deep voice he shouted, “I demand you show yourself to me.” Swirls of ash-gray smoke swarmed above his head in a large cloud. The charcoal mass spiraled closer, and he climbed down fast, stepping out from the fireplace and into the family room. It followed him closely. “What is all this?” His eyes darted around frantically as he shuffled his feet away from it. He backed himself into the door, his body frozen. As the dark cloud dissipated, a figure grew visible. Rand blinked several times; afraid his eyes were playing tricks on him. A beautiful woman stood before him, a seductive look etched on her face. Long ashen hair, with streaks of black, tousled all the way to her dirt-stained ankles. Her skin was deathly pale, almost translucent, and clung

snugly to her slender frame. The garment she wore suggested a maid or servant’s uniform from decades ago when the women were covered from head to toe. A dusty apron, covered in burn marks and holes, hung loosely about her neck; a faded sash dangled behind her back. She looked like the woman he’d envisioned in his sleep, but that was impossible. Rand scratched his head, looking from the fireplace to her in swift motions. He wasn’t certain what he was seeing. Had he bumped his head, perhaps swallowed too much dust? Such an illusion as the one before him, was somewhere between a fantasy and a dream. Or had she come in during the night, and he hadn’t noticed. He could hardly take his eyes off her. “Who are you?” With arched brows, she looked at him fondly, almost through him. “I am Kaelyn.” Her voice rose just barely above a whisper. The raven flew around the room, circling the chimney sweep, and squawking madly. Annoyed, he pointed upward. “I take it this bird is a friend of yours?” The tips of its wings brushed faintly against his face as it approached, then skimmed off again. “In some ways, yes. We have grown accustomed to one another. He has been a faithful companion.” She followed the movements of the raven before she fixed her gaze back on Rand. A single tear rolled down Kaelyn's face, mixing with the dirt and soot. Her eyes were a distinct shade of amber, the ones that had flashed in the chimney, with tiny flecks of burnt gold along the iris. There was a pained expression across her face, a sadness that made his heart heavy. It was clear she didn’t pose a threat, but he still felt the need to be cautious. “Why do you look at me in such a way? Do you not like what you see?” Her eyes searched his, begging for an answer. She didn’t dare tell of what they had shared. Rand’s mouth froze in an O shape, as he gathered his thoughts. It seemed rude to ask how she got in the place, especially since a part of him didn’t mind her being there at all. “I feel like I’m in the middle of a dream.” “Dreams have not come to me for quite some time.” Her sigh reminded him of the last leaf of fall, right before a harsh winter was to set in. “Nightmares are all I have to occupy my time.” “I’m afraid I don’t understand.” She nodded her head and wrung her hands together. “I’m afraid I don’t understand either. You aren’t the person I was expecting.” “I could say the same about you.” The comment seemed to snap her to attention, and her brow furrowed. “I am the maid of this establishment and am most assuredly dressed in the appropriate attire. This is my home, or at least the only one I have.” Her expression softened and more tears streaked along her face, leaving ebony trails in their midst. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He stepped closer to her, offering his hand. “My name is Rand. Pleased to meet you.” She leaned forward into him and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder. “Have you come to rescue me?” Rand wasn’t sure how to answer. Nothing made sense at the moment. One thing he

knew, he liked the feeling of her body against his. There was a serene manner about her, and it washed over him. What would have made this woman feel the need to be rescued? She didn’t appear to be in danger. “What would you have me rescue you from?” Calmness washed over her face, and for a moment, he was lost in her enamored gaze. She tilted her head up to his, and leaned in until they kissed. Her lips were soft, moist, and had a subtle sense of urgency behind them. Strands of her hair tickled against his face and made him want to laugh. She parted her lips, and he gasped at the heat of her tongue, as it swiped along the inside of his mouth, gliding against his own. A waft of fresh, sweet air made its way to his lungs, filling them with a surprising amount of energy. Her kisses grew hungrier, and she brought her hands behind his shoulders, pulling him further into her. Rand never expected something like this to happen to him. He hardly knew anything about her, yet he felt close to her, like someone he’d known for a long time. A familiar aroma filled the room and made him dizzy. It was the same scent of mischief he’d noticed in the air the previous day at his home, before he'd even left for this job. Intoxicating. He felt the need to protect her, take care of her, and to be a hero to her, but why? The need to protect was something he felt toward most women, but not to the degree he felt with her … it went beyond wanting to be her knight in shining armor. Beneath the soot and grime, she was a gorgeous creature, dainty and soft. He longed to carry her to a bath and wash away the dirt, one speck at a time. Her sizzling kisses summoned a passion inside that he’d ignored for many years, while he’d placed work first, and his emotions last. She awakened his senses, and brought a burst of freedom to his soul. The raven swooped dangerously close between them, and Rand pulled back. “Seems your friend doesn’t care for me.” “He looks out for me. A protector. Maybe you are someone I shouldn’t trust. I will go.” “Wait! Please.” Rand reached out for her as she turned, his fingers catching a moment of her smooth tresses before falling through them. She shook her luxurious mane and gave him a rough look. “You don’t understand. I can’t trust anyone. Not anymore. Not after what he did to me.” “Who is this person you speak of? Is he the one you were expecting to be here?” Her head shook, hair falling like curtains around her face. “Really, I’ve stayed too long. I must go.” The raven flared its wings across his face and darted at him. Rand covered his face with his hands, ducking down until everything fell silent. When he looked up, the girl and the raven had gone.

Chapter Five Rand went to the door and pulled it open, looking out into the backyard. Heavy, gray clouds hung overhead, threatening a storm. Disappointed, he closed the door and attempted to pretend everything was normal. The kiss of the mysterious girl seemed to stain his lips. Running his tongue along his lower lip, he was reminded of her sweet taste, the same taste he’d woken up to. A quick glance at the clock got him moving again, concerned with how much time he’d wasted. His work ethic had always been strong, and he believed in being a good worker, but since arriving in the annex, his focus had been elsewhere. He grabbed a couple brushes and a rag. Desperate to keep busy, he worked well into the late afternoon without stopping for a break. With most of the creosote removed, the hardest part was done, though the smoke chamber and smoke shelf weren’t a picnic by any means. With the rag and soft brush he worked at the chamber, cleaning up and around it, all the while his mind replaying the moments with Kaelyn nestled into him, her petite body tucked close. It had been ages since he’d experienced the warmth of a woman. Rand reviewed his customary mental tapes; jobs, moves, and the general case of being shy had left him solitary. He could no longer deny that he needed to take responsibility for where his future was headed. No one was going to give him a leg up at this point in time, and time itself was a precious commodity of which he’d wasted far too much. He longed for a solid relationship with someone with whom he could share a life. Dating hoards of women wasn’t his style; he preferred getting to know someone exclusively. His belief of one woman and one man wasn’t popular among the “sometimes” friends he made along the way. Everyone was eager to set him up on blind dates, but it wasn’t for him. What one person considered all the right traits in a woman ended up being the opposite of what he wanted. A quick image of Kaelyn emerged in his mind, and he was quick to shrug it away. While he couldn’t deny a strong attraction to her, she was nothing but a stranger … a complete mystery. Thoughts of delicious, well-prepared food got his hunger going, and he poked around the kitchen. The Ruthferds had anticipated his needs, leaving a small store of food in the cupboards for him. Cheese, crackers, and a soda would do the trick until dinner. Working on a full stomach made him slow. He topped the last cracker with several slices of cheese and shoved it in his mouth, chasing it with the remaining soda. Rand turned the corner to get back to cleaning when he jumped. In front of the fireplace stood Kaelyn, tears streaked heavily across her face. “Hi.” As dumb as it sounded, he couldn’t think of anything else to say. As he approached her, Rand pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to her. With a half smile, she accepted and dotted at the corners of her eyes. Seeing her cry tore him up, but he didn’t want to make her talk if she wasn’t ready. He would be the guy all the girls wanted, the kind of guy to open up with, who didn’t expect anything in return. “It’s nice to see you again,” Rand told Kaelyn.

“I-I’m not used to having someone to talk to, other than the raven.” “I don’t mind. I’m usually alone myself and could use the company.” “Would it bother you to if I watched you work?” “Not at all. I’ll warn you though; it’s pretty boring.” He flashed a smile, hoping it would prompt her into one herself. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” Her face screwed up, and a fresh batch of tears made their way down her pale face. Rand approached her, gently brushing strands of her hair from her face. “I promise I won’t hurt you, but it’s obvious someone has. If you feel like talking, I’m a great listener.” Her lips formed into a pout, making her look years younger. “I don’t know if I can talk about it. I’ve bottled most of it up for a long time; it’s all twisting and turning in the pit of my stomach now.” “I understand.” He bent to pick up a rag when the raven came out of nowhere, picking it up in his beak. “What the…? That bird has it in for me.” The raven flew up into the chimney with it, leaving a small batch of feathers behind. “I wish I knew what it was I did to get it to have such a grudge against me.” “You’ve disturbed it, as well as me. Strange people have been coming in and out of here, and it’s starting to wear on us. Only, you seem different from the others, more peaceful. Why have you come here?” “I was hired to clean the fireplace and chimney, that’s all, no hidden agendas, I promise. I won’t be doing anything else with your … home.” Rand watched her pace around the room, her hands wringing painfully tight. “Are you going to hurt me like he did?” “What? I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. Will you tell me who has you so scared?” A string of words escaped her throat, but Rand couldn’t understand them between her sobs. “Who hurt you?” He placed his fingers against her chin and tilted her face up. “Talk to me.” “I can’t, he might come back. He said he would, and I believed him. Only … I’m not so sure anymore. I don’t know what was true and what wasn’t, everything is one big illusion for me.” It bothered him to think someone had made her so afraid and untrusting. “I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you while I’m around. Okay?” She nodded her head, her eyes red and swollen. “Now, when you’re ready, why don’t you tell me who hurt you? I won’t judge you, if that’s your concern.” “Benjamin Ruthferd,” she sobbed, burying her face in her hands. Rand frowned. His employer? Ben didn’t seem the type of man to be disrespectful to a woman. In fact, Rand had nothing but great respect and appreciation for him. He didn’t distrust Kaelyn, but it almost seemed preposterous. Still, it wouldn’t be the first time he was wrong about someone, and it was plain she’d suffered greatly. “What did Benjamin do to you?” The raven soared out from the fireplace and flapped its wings, circling the annex

with ferocity. Rand wondered if the bird reacted to her stress and anxiety. Why wouldn’t it leave earlier when he’d opened the door? She looked up at him; her amber eyes a mask of pain. “He didn’t come back for me, and I waited, so long. I couldn’t breathe, and he promised me; he whispered that he’d be back, that it was all for show to make her happy. He lied, and I waited in the fiery tomb, but he didn’t come back!” The hairs on Rand’s neck stood straight up. He felt his body melt into the tarp, unable to stand or find strength on its own. “I’m afraid I’m not following…” “He said he would be back for me; he made a promise and I believed him with all of my being. I’ve been patient, but he has yet to return. He lit the match. I kept my word and have waited for him all this time. Neither of them came back for me.” Her words didn’t make sense, but he didn’t doubt her fear. “Okay, slow down and start from the beginning. Tell me what happened to you. There were two people who left you?” She shook so badly her words came out somewhat garbled. “I begged for someone to come until my voice was hoarse. But no one came, not even the missus, and I know she made him start the fire. The sad thing is I can’t even blame her for it.” “Mrs. Ruthferd?” She nodded her head, wiping away a tear. “If I tell, you must promise not to utter a word of it to anyone. I don’t wish for anyone else to be involved. Enough pain has occurred because of this … because of me.” “I promise.” Kaelyn paced around the room for several minutes, her hair billowing gently behind her. Rand started to question if he was the right person for her to be talking to. He felt a strong urge to help her, but he didn’t know why. “If it hurts too much to tell me…” She shook her head and threw her arms up. “No, I think you’re the only one I can tell. I just needed a minute to collect my thoughts.” Rand nodded. There was something different about her eyes. They looked dark and haunted. “You see, Mrs. Ruthferd was the one who hired me, and she’d always treated me well before. Until she found the note and poem from Benjamin addressed to me. I never wished for her to find out the way she did. Benjamin said he would handle it all. Still, it pained me to keep up appearances in front of her. In the beginning, I did tell her that he made an improper advance toward me, but she laughed it off and said all men had wandering eyes. She said he had too much at stake to risk destroying their marriage over someone like me.” Rand looked out the window toward the Ruthferds' house. Benjamin had money, a nice house, a good-paying job, status in his community, and a loving wife and son. Why would he do anything to mess it all up? “You said he wrote a letter and poetry?” “At first I didn’t think too much of them. I thought it was his way of trying to make me more comfortable and welcome. Then the letters became serious. The note his wife found suggested we often met for a secret rendezvous in my quarters, just after she’d fallen asleep.” Rand’s brows furrowed. How could he be wrong about Mr. Ruthferd? “It must have

been frightening for you.” “I was very naïve. Benjamin was a young, energetic man, and they had only been married for a year. Mrs. Ruthferd didn’t keep house the way he liked, and it bothered him a great deal. At first, he was kind to me, showing me how he liked things done, and patient when I didn’t do things right.” She stopped a moment and ran a hand through her disheveled hair. “I was intimidated in the beginning. Such a powerful, rich man who could have whatever he wanted, and I knew he could replace me in a second. I tried to please him, but was met with a lot of resistance. Our relationship was strictly a business one, until his level of affection for me changed. You do believe me, don’t you?” Her eyes bored into his. A mask of innocence lay across her petite features. Although he wanted to tell her that the Ruthferds were like family to him, he distanced himself and focused on her. “I have no reason to disbelieve anything you tell me.” “After a few months working here, Mr. Ruthferd flirted with me. At first, I was taken aback. In fact, I was torn. I needed the job desperately, and wanted to make him happy. No one else would ever pay me as handsomely, and I had nowhere else to go. I came with nothing more than the clothes on my back.” “Didn’t you have any family who could have taken you in?” Kaelyn walked carefully around the tarp, as if afraid to step a toe outside of it. She was such a mysterious beauty. “I’m an orphan. I have no one else in the world. They hired me from a charity school for girls.” Rand knew all about being alone. “I'm an orphan too, of sorts; my parents passed away early on, and I’ve been on my own since. You aren’t alone right now.” She smiled, a genuine smile, and it warmed him inside. He suddenly felt like taking her in his arms, and showing her what pleasures could be had. Rand wondered why Ben had never mentioned her working at the bed and breakfast before. A flash of headlights shown through the window and he noticed the Ruthferds pulling into the driveway. Where had the day gone? He went to the window and saw Dahlia walking his way. Rand turned to warn Kaelyn, but she had gone. Quickly he opened the door and put on his best smile. “Is everything all right?” Her face lit up immediately. “Oh, of course. We were at a social function for much of the day and arrived back earlier than planned. Benjamin and I wondered if you’d like to come over for a cup of tea. It isn’t often we have a chance to sit down and talk with you.” Rand liked the idea but worried what Kaelyn thought. Feeling on the spot, he said the first words that came to mind. “Tea sounds nice. I’ll be right over.” Dahlia clapped her hands together and started to walk away. “Very good, I’ll get everything ready. You just let yourself in the backdoor when you’re ready.” “Thank you.” He closed the door and looked around the room. “Kaelyn? I’ll be back in a short while. Then you can tell me more about what happened.” He waited for a reply, but one never came. Rand removed his coveralls and headed for the Ruthferds’ house. Ben sat in his easy chair, and Dahlia carried in a tray of tea and biscuits. A cozy fire warmed the entire room, and Rand immediately thought about what Kaelyn had said.

“You enjoy your tea now,” Dahlia said, handing him a cup and saucer. “There are plenty of biscuits, so help yourself. I’m afraid Thomas is tuckered out and went up for a nap.” Rand leaned forward and put in two cubes of sugar, all the while watching Ben out of the corner of his eye. The man ran a tight ship when it came to his house and family, but he didn’t strike Rand as someone who played the field. Dahlia was such an energetic, nurturing wife; he couldn’t imagine Ben cheating on her. These people had the epitome of a happy marriage in his eyes, and now he just didn’t know. Ben took a sip of tea and crossed his legs at the ankles. He smiled and nodded Rand’s way. “What do you think of the annex now that you’ve seen it?” Rand pushed the ugly thoughts away and tried to relax. “I think it’s marvelous. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Your guests are going to be swept away by it.” “Thank you, I’m pleased to hear you say so. Your opinion means a great deal to me. How about the fireplace? Is it salvageable?” “Oh yes, very much so. I’ve removed a good layer of creosote already. It’s caked on good, but I can manage.” Ben looked over at his wife and smiled. “We knew you would.” Rand helped himself to a biscuit and chewed it thoughtfully. Dahlia seemed to be trying to read his mind, but he acted like he didn’t notice. “Is there anything you wanted to talk with us about, dear? You seem preoccupied. I hope you aren’t uncomfortable about staying there instead of a motel.” He laughed. “No, I’m happy to be staying there. I feel like royalty, but I promise to not let it go to my head.” They all shared in the chuckle. “You be sure to let us know if you need something. Don’t hesitate to use the kitchen or sleep in the bed. Use it as if it were yours.” “Thank you both. I’m doing great. It’s an honor to be the first one to stay in such a beautiful place.” Rand felt bad. Clearly Dahlia was doing her best to allay any concerns he had. He didn’t have the nerve to ask Ben any questions, not when they treated him like a member of the family. His thoughts drifted to Kaelyn, and he pictured her in the annex, all alone, and knew he should get back. He finished up his tea and made sure to not leave any biscuit crumbs. “This has been nice, but I should probably get back to work. If I stop for too long, it’s hard to get my momentum back.” Ben rose from his chair and walked with him to the door. “You’re welcome to join us anytime here, okay?” The kind gesture only added to his confusion. He knew these people, didn’t he? “I will try and do that. Thank you for the tea.” He walked out and made his way back to the annex. **** Inside the family room, Rand noticed Kaelyn in the corner. “Are you okay?” She nodded and walked toward him. “I guess so.” “I didn’t mean to leave while you were in the middle of telling me what happened, but I didn’t want to disappoint them either.” “You don’t have to explain. I’m used to being here alone.”

Her words made him feel guilty. “You were saying Mr. Ruthferd came on to you, and you resisted his advances; is that correct?” Kaelyn shrugged. “I tried, but it didn’t always work. I could feel his eyes on me everywhere I went. I’d turn around and catch him looking at me, a lustful expression on his face. I wasn’t sure how to react; he was known in his community, as well as his workplace, as a fine, upstanding citizen. To tarnish his name would be an injustice. I tried to pretend it wasn’t happening, but then he would talk to me while I cleaned or cooked. He’d tell me how unhappy he was, how his marriage was one of convenience. I’ll never forget when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, crying on my shoulder.” Her hands wrung together so tight her knuckles were red. He could see the way she struggled with her emotions. “It was then I realized he needed someone to talk to. Mrs. Ruthferd was always busy attending to her social activities; she didn’t have time to ask him how he was. I pitied him and wanted to be his friend. Soon after, he talked of us having a future together. I didn’t know what to think. He was a man who could make all my dreams come true.” Rand didn’t doubt her naïveté. “I’d say he used you, because he knew you didn’t have anywhere else to go. Did you ever consider that?” She nodded and brushed her fingers against his arm. “I’ve spent a lot of time considering that, but at the time I didn’t see it. One night he proclaimed his love for me and said he couldn’t live without me. He told me he’d made arrangements to leave his wife and would see to it she would have a nice home and plenty of money. Benjamin told me I was the only woman for him, and it made me feel special. Then the strangest thing happened. Once I told him I cared about him and was falling in love, he treated me very coolly. I wasn’t sure if I had sealed my fate or what, but I walked on pins and needles for over a week. It was also then that Mrs. Ruthferd found the note.” Rand’s eyes widened. She was such a fragile creature. She didn’t deserve to be treated so poorly. His fondness for the Ruthferds lessened. “Did you try and explain?” Kaelyn nodded her head forcefully. “She called me such filthy names, and soon I felt like I was all those things and more. She had me in tears, groveling at her feet, and begging for her forgiveness. I tried to tell her it hadn’t gone as far as what she thought, but she wouldn’t hear it. It was as if she wanted to believe those things, and have something to hang over his head. She said I had better confess to the affair, or she’d have me fired and thrown out into the street.” “And you confessed?” “I didn’t know what else to do.” Rand’s mouth opened to say something, and then he thought better of it. He didn’t want to sound condescending. “You did what you thought best. I can’t imagine being in your position. It sounds like you were left with little choice in the matter. He used you, wanting to have his cake and eat it too. You were the victim in this.” “The moment I stopped playing hard to get, he didn’t want me. But then everything changed at the worst possible time.” Her voice cracked and came out barely above a whisper. “Go on. Nothing can hurt you now. I promise.” “He came to me, professing all his love, apologizing that he’d been trying to make sure I was what he wanted. Benjamin swore he knew exactly what he wanted … me …

and even with all I knew and suspected, I agreed to wait for him for as long as it took. If I’d known how things were going to turn out, I’d have done things differently.” “Don’t say that; that’s the beauty of hindsight. He manipulated you and toyed with your emotions. It’s not right for anyone to take advantage of another person. As your employer, he should have conducted himself properly.” “I never meant to hurt Mrs. Ruthferd. I heard the two of them have a terrible fight. He came to me and kissed me on the cheek, apologizing repeatedly for the pain he caused. I’d never seen the man so emotional. He took hold of my hand and led me downstairs.” Kaelyn rubbed her arms as if she were cold and paced swiftly along the tarp. Rand wanted to reach for her, but didn’t. “What happened downstairs?” “Mr. Ruthferd led me toward the fireplace. The logs had already been pulled out and stacked against the wall.” Kaelyn paused a moment. Her already pale skin seemed even whiter, as if all the blood had drained from her body. He put his hands on her shoulders, trying his best to console her. “Like I said, you’re safe now.” Kaelyn pulled away from him again, her words forming at a rapid rate, almost racing against each other. “There was a ladder in the fireplace, a wooden one, just sitting there. Benjamin thrust an old flue bristle into my hand and told me to climb as high as I could, and start cleaning as if my life depended on it. I was told to have it spotless by the time they returned from tea at a friend’s home. I tried to ask why, and he told me it was the only way for things to be right again between us.” Tears welled in her eyes, and she visibly shuddered. “The rest is fuzzy. The last thing I remember is a raven flying in, out of nowhere. I have no idea where it came from, but it acted like it didn’t want me to be alone. They left me there,” she cried, sliding down to the floor. “They left me there to burn.” Rand swallowed the lump in his throat. Burn? “But they did come back for you, and remodeled the annex. They fixed the place up, and you are here now, safe. Except for a few scrapes and bruises, you are well, Kaelyn. You survived.” She reached out her hand to him, and he helped her up. Her body shook and shivered in his arms.

Chapter Six Rand stared. Had he missed something? Of course she got out; there’d be no other way for her to be with him. Was his mind playing tricks all this time? Had he bumped his head earlier and landed in a strange dream from which he couldn’t wake? He wondered if she just couldn’t move on, if she’d been living so long in the past that she couldn’t move forward even if she wanted to. He’d felt that way, stuck in a void, scared to take a step forward because it might look like he wasn’t grieving. Maybe she was too mixed up to know the difference, and these memories were replaying in her head. Kaelyn couldn’t be a ghost. He’d felt her, touched her, and held her in his arms. How could she be a figment of his imagination? If she were a ghost, wouldn’t his hands pass through her? Memories came back swiftly. His parents had felt real when they embraced him that night. For a moment, he’d felt their skin and warm embrace. He leaned into her and smelled her hair. It smelled of fire and smoke, but it felt real, the strands like butter between his fingers. More importantly, she had to be real, because he was falling in love with her. From the moment he walked into the annex, everything around him had changed. If he weren’t mistaken, she was the mischief in the air he’d noticed, and the coming of something special and meaningful to his life. A sense of fear came from that as well. He didn’t want to lose her now. “I want to believe everything you’re saying, but something in my head refuses to acknowledge you’re a ghost.” “Before you stepped through the door, I had convinced myself Benjamin would return. I’d almost believed I was stuck here in the chimney to wait. I told him I’d wait forever to be with him. But now I believe I’ve been here because I refused to accept the truth.” “What truth is that?” She glanced downward. “I died that night, and even if he did come back, I’d never know. I escaped into my fantasies, like the ones I read about in the tawdry books Mrs. Ruthferd kept on her bedside table. The men in those books were handsome, strong, brave… They rescued the fair maidens and breathed new life into them. They worshipped the women and ravaged their bodies again and again, and they fell in love. The moment you stepped into the annex, I felt a sense of resurrection inside. I kissed you while you were sleeping, and it was then you breathed new life into me.” “I want to rescue you, Kaelyn, but I don’t know how.” “I died that night. Don’t you see?” Kaelyn seemed to lose the little joy she had possessed just moments ago. “How could I possibly be rescued?” Rand shook his head, shrugging his shoulders in a defeated manner. “I don’t know.” “I wanted to believe everything would go back to the way it was if Benjamin walked in and took my hand. If he could do that, then I had survived. He never came, and I’ve got to learn to make peace with myself about it. Things can never go back to the way they were, and I wasn’t supposed to be saved that night, or at least saved in the way I had always imagined. But you’ve come and helped me see things in a different light. You have saved me, in a way.” He liked the idea of being her hero, it made him feel important and needed, but Rand

knew better. “I don’t feel like I’ve done anything.” She stepped close, her eyes wide and glossy. “You listened, and you got me to open up about it. You helped me own up to my responsibility in it all and to see where I didn’t have a chance. You also helped me realize it wasn’t love I was feeling, but a sense of duty. If you love someone, you shouldn’t play games with their heart.” His neck tensed. He wanted to pull back and move forward all at the same time. She had an amazing power over him to which he was not accustomed. You give me far too much credit. I think you need to accept you figured these things out on your own. Sometimes we need illusions to help us get through the tough days. You’ve had more than your fair share. I wish I could do more than just be a soft place for you to land.” Rand smoothed his hand along his hair, checking on the unruly patch. It occurred to him it was something he did when he was nervous. Revelations were taking place in the annex left and right. She twisted a strand of her own hair between her fingers. “I wish that we had more time together. There are many things I’d still like to learn about you.” He put his hands to his head, squeezing his elbows together in front of his face. Damn he had fallen hard for her, but his head was messed up with all she had told him. According to her, the Ruthferds—his employers—had murdered her. He considered them his second family. Something didn’t sit right. When he looked away, his mind swirled with unanswered questions, but as they made eye contact, everything he knew went out the window. Kaelyn’s fingertips ran along his neck and outlined the zipper of his onepiece work outfit. She gazed at him with wanton eyes. The need to feel her started in his toes and ebbed through his entire being. The pressure against the crotch of his pants made it awkward to stand near her. “Please, Rand.” What was she asking him to do? His head was fuzzy. The whole thing was somewhere between a dream and nightmare. “Kiss me. We did more than kiss, but you were asleep.” He touched his fingers to his mouth. Her scent. Now he remembered the amazing fantasy. “One kiss, please.” Lips with a taste he couldn’t place were parted slightly, waiting for his kiss. He took her hands in his and pressed them to his chest. “Can you feel my heartbeat?” Rand asked. She nodded her head, eyes searching his face and mouth. Rand swallowed hard and pressed his hands against her. He ignored the softness of her and focused. “I should be able to feel yours.” He waited, hoping for any slight movement or vibration, but there was none. “Can’t you forget for a moment how things are supposed to be and accept how they are?” Her body pressed into him. Womanly. The hardness of her nipples. His cock hurt for her. Why was it such torture to deny her? “I know you want to kiss me again.” She slid her arms around his neck. His lips rebelled against what he told his mind to do. “I do; I won’t lie, but I’m confused.” “Let’s not worry about the formalities right now. There’s something inside you that let’s me know you’re safe. If you don’t want to believe in what you see before you, then

let me be your illusion for a little while. I’ve longed to remember the feel of a man’s cock inside me. Thrusting. The savage greed between two people with pleasure as the reward.” “Please … give me a moment.” Rand bit his lip and rubbed his head. Damn, it was hot in the room, practically a sauna. He needed to keep it together. “We’re not the same, you and I. There’s no way for us to be together in this world.” “When I’m around you, I feel life circulating around me. Don’t you feel it too? The vibrations … the strange buzz of the room? I feel it, and I want to feel you. Please.” Her eyes pled with him, her delicious lips set in a pout and her body close. Rand considered himself a strong man, but he was no match for the way he was drawn to her. Supple curves taunted him from beneath her tattered uniform. There was no question. He wanted her. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, their lips touching. Her kisses were ravenous, half-starved for air and life. The longer she held him close, the further his grip on reality slipped. His hand traveled to the small of her back and rested gently. He could let go, just for a little while. “Yes.” A knock at the door broke him out of his reverie, and he lost his balance. Rand turned to face the door, and when he looked back, Kaelyn was gone. The raven flew in a circle and then disappeared into the chimney. “Coming.” Ben Ruthferd greeted him with a smile as soon as Rand opened the door. “I forgot to mention that we’ll be in and out over the next few days, but if you need anything from the house, please make it your own.” “Thank you, but I think I’ll be fine.” Rand had a hard time looking him in the eye after what Kaelyn had described. There was a different side to Benjamin Ruthferd, and Rand didn’t like it. If he had the courage, he’d reach out and belt him one right now. Instead, he forced a smile. “Well I’m not here to keep you from your job, but don’t work too late. Oh, and my wife will never forgive me if I don’t give you this.” He produced a large basket from behind his back and handed it to Rand. “Dahlia wanted to make sure you had plenty to eat, so she’s made fresh bread, meatloaf, potatoes; there's some other stuff as well. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask us. And don’t worry about using up all the towels. We have plenty more in the main house.” Rand couldn’t find it in his heart to stay mad. They were the closest thing to family he had. “Sounds good, Mr. Ruthferd. Please tell her thank you for the delicious food; I will enjoy all of it.” He took the basket and looked beneath the cloth. The scintillating aromas filled his nose and fired up his hunger all over again. “If there’s nothing else you need, I’ll let you get back to work.” Rand watched Mr. Ruthferd turn and leave. Hurriedly, he put away some of the food in the kitchen and bit into a fresh scone from the basket. The sweet taste of cranberries coated his tongue. “Who was at the door?” Kaelyn walked into view, her eyebrows set in curious arches. “I heard you call him Mr. Ruthferd.” “I don’t feel comfortable addressing him by his first name. I’m not sure why, I guess it’s a respect thing.” “Now I’m the one confused. The man who just left wasn’t the same Mr. Ruthferd I

worked for.” Rand thought about it and then a thought struck him. “What is Mrs. Ruthferd’s first name?” “Elisabeth. Elisabeth Ruthferd. Why? What did you think her name was?” “I thought you were referring to Benjamin and Dahlia Ruthferd. The Benjamin you spoke of must be his father.” “But how can that be? There were no children. They had only been married a short time.” “Try and think real hard. What year is it to you?” She pressed a finger to her mouth and scrunched up her brows. “It's 1930. What difference does it make?” “That was over seventy years ago.” Rand felt like he was sinking further into quicksand. He wanted to shake himself awake, thinking he must be sleeping. Sure she was found in an old uniform, and Benjamin Sr. was indeed Ben’s father, but Rand couldn’t let himself fully believe. Not yet. He didn’t even know for what kind of proof he was waiting. It may not exist. The remaining piece of the puzzle could have gone up in the fire with her. Her face went pale. “I didn’t realize it had been so long.” “I’m very sorry.” With eyes downcast, he felt the scone hit his stomach like lead. He could have overlooked certain things before and just let his attraction with her take him away, lose him somewhere between reality and a dream, but the puzzle was incomplete; he still had too many questions. There was no way to know if they could have a future. She was still living, in a manner of speaking, in the past. “Do you know what I thought about while I was tucked away in the chimney? I thought about what I would look like. I expected to be horribly burned, my skin scarred and forever marred. But when I look at my arms and hands, I don’t see anything but smudges. They never seem to want to come off, so I’ve grown used to them. What do you see when you look at me? I often wonder if we’re seeing two different images.” He smiled at her innocence. It was refreshing. “I see a beautiful woman before me. Long, ravishing hair, amber eyes, a soft face with equally soft skin. You’ve lived a harsh life and survived, in your own way. In my eyes, you are perfect.” She laughed nervously. “I’m far from perfect.” Rand shrugged. “We all have our own definition of perfection. In my world, your flaws are nothing more than windows into your soul. The flaws make you perfect.” “When I look at you, I see light. Warm, inviting light and it gives me strength. I don’t feel alone or scared; the nightmares fade. Whenever I close my eyes, I revisit the time of the fire; it never seems to leave me. Since you’ve been here, I see another place, or I imagine another place. It’s tranquil, and I can feel the wind on my face, and feel the water lap at my feet. I’ve forgotten what those things feel like, except when I’m in your arms.” Kaelyn grabbed his hands and pulled him to her, leading him into the family room. “Would you deny me my greatest desire? Something I’ve evidently waited seventy years to feel again?” He had no answers for her, afraid to break the spell he was under when she touched him. “There’s something I want to show you, if you’ll let me.”

She dropped his arms and stepped onto the tarp, pulling the apron off and letting it drape to the floor. Reaching behind, she tried to unbutton the long black dress, but couldn’t manipulate the buttons on her own. “Would you help me?” He nodded and turned her around. His excitement grew at the prospect of feeling her body against his. There were fifteen tiny buttons to undo, and he took his time with each one, savoring the delicious foreplay between them. She was like a gift he was unwrapping on a special day. The raven squawked around them, but its behavior had changed. “Hush now, friend,” Kaelyn told it. “Let me have a moment of peace.” As if it understood, the bird disappeared up the chimney. “Now, where were we?” Rand came to the last button and paused. Whatever lay beneath her gown would be something he wished to enjoy for years to come, but it wasn’t going to happen. Sadness filtered in, for a mere moment, until she stepped back into him. His fingers brushed against her hair. Once he undid the final button, he swept the dress off her shoulders and let it fall around her ankles. Rand took her hand and helped her step out of it. Kaelyn stood timidly in a white lace slip. Her nipples were erect, white crests poking through the thin material. She raised her arms and let him pull the shift up over her head. The strands of her hair covered her arms like a blanket, encasing her into a soft ashen nest. “Make me feel again. It’s been so long.” Her whispers melted his heart.

Chapter Seven Kaelyn lay on the tarp, her body small and fragile against the sturdy, cool texture. Rand undressed and slid alongside her, resting his palm against the side of his head. With one hand, he traced her delicate collarbone, feeling it jut out beneath the thin layer of porcelain skin. He studied her contours, excited by her womanly figure. In a circular motion, he trailed his fingers along the mounds of her breasts, mesmerized by her stiffened nipples. They rose like beacons, guiding him to a safe place, far away from the raging tide. He took one in his mouth, rolling his tongue along its rigid tip. Kaelyn’s eyes slowly opened and closed; gasps of surprise escaped her lips, though barely audible. With his hand, Rand prompted the same response from her other nipple, giving them plenty of attention. She fascinated him. Her ample breasts raised and lowered as she breathed. Slow at first and then faster as he suckled and pinched. He sat up and knelt over her. “You’re a vision of beauty.” Between her breasts and along her lithe belly, he left butterfly kisses. Goose bumps coated her skin and made him want to laugh. He looked up to see a smile spread across her face, eyes twinkling with a sign of life. Gone was the despairing, haunted look that had accompanied her violent story. Her smile lit up the whole room, and made her seem luminous. “You must smile more often, my love. It’s more powerful than anything I’ve ever seen.” He continued the tender array of kisses until he reached her tapered mound, with its tufts of raven hair. “May I? Seems I wasn’t awake for the other time.” “Please,” she whispered, her body quivering. Rand settled himself between her legs, parting her thighs wide. He noticed the sun had gone down and heard the tapping of rain along the windows. The tapping kept in time with his pulse. As much as he wanted to take her right then and there, he wanted to satisfy her first. Her fingers combed through his hair. It tickled in a nice way. “Mm, Rand. I feel comfortable with you.” He smiled and then turned his attention to her pussy. He slid a finger along its moist softness. With two fingers, he splayed her sex wide open, and sought out her pleasure spots. He flicked his tongue against her clit, manipulating the nub until it swelled. Her body reacted with each stroke, her leg muscles tensing and shaking. Fingers delved further inside, sweeping along the damp contours, exploring where she derived the most excitement. “God, I like that.” Her moans and sighs were music to his ears. He rolled his tongue faster around her clit, fondling each side and suckling until it was bright red and raw. Kaelyn’s hands reached for his head and guided him back up to her. “I love what you’re doing, but no more, please.” Rand didn’t wish to rush her. He lay back against the tarp and tried to catch his breath. “I’m sorry. We’ll take it at whatever pace you want.”

“No, silly. I didn’t say stop altogether. I still want you.” Her voice took on a husky tone as she leaned over him. Kaelyn straddled his body, and he helped guide his cock into her. A rush of energy pooled into his lower abdomen, gathering around in a frantic whirl. His hands caressed the curves of her breasts, and watched her nipples sway, rose-colored stains against the stark paleness of her skin. Tresses of her dark hair came down around him, brushing along his body, a shelter of fresh-spun silk. She gasped and sighed, rocking her body back and forth, her inner muscles contracting around his slick cock. Together they moved. He never wanted to leave this spot. Kaelyn was a beautiful goddess with a loving gaze that sent visions of another time, another place, into the deep recesses of his mind. “You feel so good inside me, my love. Will you take me all the way?” “I’d do anything for you.” Rand wrapped his hands around her hips. Faster they moved, her body undulating above him, her breasts quaking with each plunge. He knew she was close and rubbed at her clit until her thighs clenched his body tight. She threw her head back and gasped, her body quivering and trembling above him. Rand could feel the warmth of her release and thrust against her spasms. Heat rose up from the bottom of his feet, and made its way to his head. Sweat dripped along the sides of his face, streaking down around his neck. The powerful force of energy in his gut churned until he climaxed. He sucked in his breath and let out a thunderous cry. His thighs shuddered beneath her, his body tingling, relaxing, and letting it all go. Her juices trickled down and made him spasm again. Kaelyn sighed and fell forward, leaning her head against his chest. “I like to hear the sound of your heartbeat. It’s one of my favorite things to hear.” Rand stroked her hair, fighting to steady his heartbeat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. I must have been saving myself for you.” “My, aren’t you full of charm.” She curled up beside him with her cheek on his shoulder. Silently he wished to himself for the moment to never end. The naturalness of their bodies together clung in his mind. The fragrant smell of her sex made him dizzy. “Did you know that a chimney sweep is a good luck charm?” Her fingers trailed along his chest in a circular motion. “No. I’ve never heard much about them to be honest. Tell me more about the good luck part.” “Well, every country has its own version of a chimney sweep, and the traditions that accompany it. Many people believe a simple handshake is the way to go, believing they are a good omen. Chimney sweeps were first depicted as blond children who ran around throwing talismans from baskets, or sprinkling the ground with four leaf clovers. If you met a chimney sweep on New Year’s Day, you were blessed with fortune and luck all year long. If a couple met a chimney sweep on their wedding day, they would have a long and prosperous life together. Basically, to be in the presence of one, you had blessed things happen and good fortune would follow.” “Of all those things, what do you believe the most?” “I think a handshake. It seems personal to me. I’d like to believe that contact between two people can only produce good. Considering the sweep uses his hands to clean the chimney, he is then passing along a sense of goodwill. Of course, I’m one of

those people who are open-minded about things. Obviously.” Kaelyn smiled. “I believe you have a strong sense of magic inside you. It’s a good thing for me. Remind me to shake your hand later. Or maybe, you spread your luck with kisses. I could never tire of those.” **** They lay without speaking for some time. Ben listened to the sound of rain pelting against the windowpanes. He watched Kaelyn's pretty eyes blink, and the creases in her forehead wrinkle. “What are you thinking about?” “The time I’ve lost, how I can’t get it back. And why, up until you came along, was I only focused on the pain?” He rested on his elbow and smoothed the hair away from her face. “The last thing you remember is the trauma you faced; it’s what you remember most. To walk away from that isn’t easy. You suffered greatly: physically, emotionally, and mentally. Your wounds run deep.” A tear traveled down her cheekbone, and he caught it with his fingertip. “But when you’re near me,” Kaelyn said, “I can let it go. It becomes a distant memory.” “Maybe you just needed to get it out by talking to someone. It’s like recurring dreams. When I talk about them, they stop.” His fingers traced along her nipples, watching her breasts rise and fall. She looked at him, her eyes searching from one to the other. “You said your family wasn’t around anymore. How did you ever get over their deaths?” “I believe it’s because I had closure early on.” “What do you mean?” “I don’t usually share my experience anymore; it’s never been well received by friends. But I’d say you would be an exception.” “You’ve listened to my past; I’d really like to know more about what makes you tick.” Rand laughed and pushed himself up onto his elbow. “Why not, though there’s not much to tell. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the night they died. I was eight, and my father was asked to attend an awards ceremony. He’d been voted as top sales person, and his coworkers bought him and my mom plane tickets to fly out and be the guests of honor at the awards ceremony. I guess something happened with the plane, because my babysitter came in my room to tell me it had crashed, and there were no survivors. Of course, I didn’t want to believe it, and it didn’t even seem real. They’d never left me before. Later that night, they visited me.” “You mean as ghosts?” “Yes.” “Did they talk to you?” “They let me know how much they loved me and would miss me. I felt their arms around me, just as if they were real. Mom let me know they’d watch over me, and dad told me I’d be fine. Their visit didn’t last long, but it was long enough to say goodbye.” “It sounds like you’re someone who is receptive to seeing ghosts.”

“You’re about the only one who hasn’t thought me crazy for seeing them.” He felt stupid the moment the words left his mouth. Of course she wouldn't think he was crazy; she seemed to be a ghost herself. She cocked her head to the side, and he wanted her all over again. “Well, you’re talking to someone who is grateful to be seen, felt, and heard. Without your past, I don’t think you would have. Others have passed through the annex and not noticed me. I think luck is definitely a part of you.” She snuggled in close, her head resting against his chest. As quiet as she was, he figured she had fallen asleep. Rand closed his eyes and imagined his life with her. What he wanted, he couldn’t have. More than anything he wanted to help her, to find a way for her to escape the prison of the chimney. The annex would always serve as a reminder to her of the awful things she endured. Her spirit was trapped and needed release. Kaelyn stirred next to him and got up. “Where are you going?” “I don’t really sleep.” “No, I guess you don’t.” The moment was awkward. When she stepped off the tarp, the magic and closeness dissipated. “It is dark out.” “What?” Rand shot up and looked around. Glancing at the clock, he was shocked to see it was well after eleven at night. There was so much work to be done, but it couldn’t be helped. At one time, he could work clear to the morning with hardly a break, but he didn't feel up to it now. His energy seemed sapped. “Where did the time go?” “For some reason, time speeds up when we’re together.” He scratched his head. “Yeah, I guess.” “I'm sorry.” She hung her head. “I know you had work to do. I shouldn't have…” Kaelyn's voice trailed off, but she smiled lightly. “Now, close your eyes and rest. You’ll need your strength so you can work tomorrow.” Rand lay down on the couch. His body ached like he’d worked all day. But it was her words that disturbed him. Their time together made him forget everything else he needed to do. He felt sluggish and in need of a long, deep sleep. Did her presence have anything to do with the change in his energy? Had she sapped part of it without knowing? If she needed his fuel to live, and he decided to help her, would it kill him in the end? Rand didn’t believe there was anything he could do. If he could, why hadn’t his parents asked him for help? Was that why they’d come, and he’d been too small to understand? Questions plagued his mind until Kaelyn's soft, whispery voice sang him to sleep. **** She loved to watch him sleep, to watch the way his chest moved and how he took in a deep, long breath, only to blow it out in a short, whispery way. After spending a lot of time analyzing what love really meant, she sensed this time was the real thing. He was strong, brave, trusting, and gentle with her. When she was near him, her body tingled with electricity. The intimate moment between them had left her feelings waffling, unsure whether sex and love went together or not, but as she lay next to him after, she had her answer. Sex and love were two separate entities that could exist, just as they were, but

together they had a power that filled a room, and filled a broken, empty heart. Now she was stuck wanting to know more about the events that led up to her death, yet not wanting to linger in the past. She’d been doing that for far too long. There was also a pang of doubt and a nagging voice of guilt. Was it right for her to continue falling for Rand? Kaelyn realized the best thing she could do was give Rand space to think things through. If she made him do something he would regret later, it would be no better than what Benjamin had done to her. Rand would be fine without her, and go back to his life as a chimney sweep, spreading luck wherever he went. She thought of the way his hands felt on her body, the spark of light he left as his fingers traced along her flesh. Her body responded to the memory, and she felt the fire grow in her stomach. He was everything she could possibly want, and that frightened her. It seemed in loving her, there came a price far greater than others could afford. The raven flew around her and rested on a perch inside the chimney walls. She stroked its black, velvet feathers, watching its head bob up and down. “I think I have to let him go.”

Chapter Eight In the morning, Rand woke with a start. At the rate he was going, he’d never get done with his job on time. He’d have to apologize to Mr. Ruthferd and offer a discount. This wasn’t like him at all, but he didn’t know how to explain his lack of motivation. “Kaelyn?” An eerie silence lingered in the air. He hoped she was okay. The poor thing had been through hell and back, how much more did she need to suffer to find some peace? His mind was still groggy, and a shower sounded like the perfect thing to get him going. Lathered up with soap, he felt his blood pumping strong. Sweet dreams had invaded his sleep, and if he had the choice, he wouldn’t have woken up. Clean and ready, he put on his coveralls and got back to work. For several hours, he refinished the damaged parts of the fireplace and replaced the chimney rods. The fire that had killed Kaelyn had melted them extensively. As much as he wanted to speak with Kaelyn again, she made it difficult for him to get his work done. While he worked, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He wondered how much Benjamin knew about the history of his father. Had it ever been mentioned there was a mistress in the household of the Ruthferds? Hadn’t Benjamin said something about his father not wanting the annex to be touched? Was he worried his secrets would be revealed some how? It didn’t look as though the place had been too badly damaged by the fire, though he had no knowledge of how much had been restored. How long had Benjamin Ruthferd Senior waited before putting out the fire that day? Had he even bothered to come back to check on her, as he said he would? At least to see if her poor body had burned? Rand wanted to believe the man had been honest and hoped to save her if it was at all possible. Instincts told Rand that Elisabeth, the wife, wouldn’t have allowed it. She wanted Kaelyn gone, but wasn’t about to let Ruthferd Senior off easy. There were many unanswered questions, and Rand feared that was how they’d stay. One couldn’t dig up just anything on a family so heavily guarded by the power their name evoked. Inside he felt he owed it to Kaelyn to find out the truth. If he could find something, it would be better than nothing. Remembering the food Dahlia had fixed for him, he took a quick break and munched on grapes, cheese, and sliced ham. He chewed the food thoughtfully, putting together as many facts as he could. It was deathly quiet in the annex, and he felt displaced. There hadn’t been sign of the raven or Kaelyn for that matter. Would he ever see her again? If he’d hurt her in any way, he’d never forgive himself. He hadn’t felt lonely with her around, but now the feeling was back. “Kaelyn?” He called out her name several times but was met with silence. His mind kept drifting to her story. Too many pieces didn’t fit. Rand ate part of a scone and paced around. Work was the farthest thing from his mind, but the one thing on which he needed to focus. Finally he gave up and decided to go out for a drive to clear his head. His best

thinking came from a change of scenery. The moment he stepped out of the annex, he felt life draining from him. It took him a considerable amount of energy to make it to the van. Rolling the window down, he inhaled several deep breaths and started up the van. His pulse was pounding, and he was sweating profusely. What was going on? The last time he reacted in this manner was when he had a panic attack from climbing a ladder. It didn’t make a lick of sense. The air was alive with the smell of rain and helped him calm down. He turned on the radio and tuned it until he heard Roy Orbison crooning “I Drove All Night…” Rand tapped his foot to the beat. Several hours later, Rand still felt as if his body was freaking out on him, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. His mind had been racing about as fast as his heartbeat, but the second he passed by a library, he knew what he was going to do. Making an illegal U-turn, he headed back to the library and sped into the parking lot. With the family name so prominent and popular, he didn’t figure there to be too much trouble scouting up old newspapers and articles. With help from the librarian, he was able to locate articles about the fire of the annex. He made photocopies of the relevant articles from the microfiche and spread them out on a table in the library. In one, Elisabeth Ruthferd claimed the maid had knocked something over when she was cleaning, and it had caused an explosion. It also mentioned how sorry she was the young woman didn’t make it out alive. He scoped out more articles and came across one where the investigation had taken a strange turn. The fire was ruled an accident, nothing more. Rand figured the findings had more to do with money than anything else. A picture of Kaelyn ran beside the article; it made Rand catch his breath. There was no mistaking her. Even in the faded and unflattering light, her beauty shone through. All of it was true, every word; any lingering doubts disappeared. Rand came to articles where Benjamin Ruthferd Senior was made president of his company, garnered many awards and accolades, and in every single picture stood Elisabeth, a mechanical smile on her face. He was certain the woman had never forgiven her husband, but she was hardly an innocent bystander. They had both passed away, first Benjamin, then Elisabeth a year later. No one was alive to say they were sorry, offer closure, or come clean with the true events of the night that took Kaelyn’s life. None of it made sense. A woman’s life had ended, and the last two people with her didn’t even receive a slap on their wrists. “Excuse me, do you mind if I sit down a moment?” Rand pulled his gaze away from the newspaper and looked up. The wrinkled face of the librarian came into his view. She stood on the other side of the table, across from him wearing a concerned expression. He motioned to the chair. “Of course, please sit.” Her reddish hair was done up in tight curls all around her head, and she looked worn out. She clasped her hands together and smiled. “I don’t want to appear nosy, it’s just that I’ve been a librarian here for a very long time, and I can’t recall anyone ever trying to dig up information about the Ruthferd fire. It’s a tragedy that folks consider somewhat taboo.” Rand leaned in closer. “Why is that?” “Because everyone knows they are guilty of killing that young woman.” The librarian's finger rested on the picture of Kaelyn.

Hearing the words from someone else made him shudder. “But it says here the case was closed and the investigation ended.” “The Ruthferd name meant power, prestige, and the ability to pay the right people to make things go away. A dark cloud hung over the place for a very long time.” “Do you know what really happened?” “I know what I’ve heard.” The librarian's voice was quiet, even for their location. “Mr. Ruthferd lived many years with his guilt, though the same can’t be said about his wife. He changed after that night, at least on the inside, or so say the people who were closest to him. He withdrew from everyone. Many years later, after he and Elisabeth Ruthferd started a family, he was still emotionally detached, though I’ve heard he made an effort around his son. Some say he died a broken man, while others will argue he committed suicide. There's a rumor that a journal was found at the time of his death, and in it a written confession, but someone found it and hid it. Some say a business partner got to it, wanting to protect the name of the company. Seeking poetic justice, he buried the evidence at the scene of the crime. Because the investigation had been closed, and the suspect dead, no one saw it necessary to continue searching. Of course, that's just an old urban legend.” Rand chewed on the nail of his thumb. The man admitted his guilt and still didn’t pay for his crimes. If he knew the whereabouts of the journal, it might help answer some questions. “Does anyone know what the journal said?” The woman pressed her lips together and adjusted her wiry glasses. “I’m afraid not. It’s one big secret.” A moment ago, he’d been a step closer to solving the mystery, and now he was two steps back again. Rand scanned the articles lying on the table. “I wonder what was meant by the journal being buried at the scene of the crime.” “I’m sure I don’t know. Nothing has ever been found.” His stomach twisted and a cold shiver ran up his back. “Could he have meant the fireplace?” The woman drew back a moment, her chin tilted up. “Well now, it’s hard to say. So much information gets turned around as it’s told from one person to the next. I do believe his friend wanted to keep the Ruthferd name intact.” Something gnawed away at him, a gut feeling that he was on to something. “Let’s say his friend did indeed take the journal back to the scene of the crime; that would mean the annex. He might have burned it…” His voice trailed off as he worked it out. He gathered up the articles and got up from the chair. “I know where that journal is, safe and sound. Thank you very much for all your help.” The elderly woman shook her head. “I didn’t really do much.” “You pointed me in the right direction.” Adrenaline raced through his veins at the thought of finding the journal. He threw on his jacket and headed toward the door. “Thanks again.” “You’re more than welcome.” Rand hurried into his van and started it up. He was going to get to the bottom of Kaelyn’s murder one way or another. She deserved to know the truth.

Chapter Nine On Rand's drive back, a steady rain made it difficult to see. The wipers swiped back and forth in a frenzy. If his instincts were correct, then he could show her the actual proof of Ruthferd’s actions. Rand kept glancing at the clock, amazed he had driven so far out in the first place; his mind had really been wandering earlier. When he finally arrived at the Ruthferds' residence, he brought the van to a screeching halt and hurried into the annex, bypassing much of the mud in the soggy grass. He fumbled for the keys in his pocket, but the door slowly opened on its own. “Kaelyn?” His voiced echoed, but she didn’t answer back. He crawled into the fireplace and stood up on his toes, wriggling the two loose stones. They came free, so he scooted out and grabbed some tools. Sweat poured down the sides of his face as he ducked back under and worked the stones until they slid out. He wasn’t tall enough to see inside the alcove, but he felt around until his fingers hit an object. Rand pulled it out, his hands shaking as he realized it was indeed a journal. He wiped his forehead and crawled out from the fireplace. As he took a step forward, he jumped. Kaelyn backed away, a hurt look on her face. “I’m sorry,” he told her. “You startled me is all. I might have something to help put some pieces of this puzzle back together. I think you’re going to get some closure.” Rand held up the journal. “What is that?” He opened it up and thumbed through the pages. “I believe it contains a confession of the night you were killed. If you want, I will read it to you, but it might be painful.” Her mouth was half open, eyes drawn wide. “His confession?” In all his excitement, he hadn’t stopped to think how frightening the truth could sound. “Yes. It might tell about what led up to your death.” “How did you know where to look?” “I went to the library to dig up some information. I needed to find some answers, for myself as well as you. I’m starting to believe our connection had a deeper purpose. Maybe I’m the one who is supposed to help you get … home.” Kaelyn rested her hand on his arm. Rand could see her struggling with how she should answer. “How about I start reading, and if it becomes too much for you, I’ll stop. How does that sound?” “Okay.” He opened the journal and skimmed through some of the entries until he came across the word fire. “I’m going to start reading here. It’s going to be okay, you don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’ll protect you.” She squeezed his arm. “I feel safe with you.” Rand started to read. “Elisabeth swore she would take me for every penny I had and ruin me. I didn’t know what else to do. I’d gotten caught up in something that shouldn’t have happened, and it wasn’t fair for me to drag my wife’s name down with me. I was desperate and promised to do whatever it took to make her happy. The plan was set, and

all I needed to do was get Kaelyn down to the fireplace and make up a story about her cleaning it up. She trusted me, and I knew it. I let her believe there was a future for us, anything to get her to come with me.” Rand stopped and cleared his throat. When he glanced at Kaelyn, her brows were arched, eyes dark. “Shall I go on?” In a shaky voice, she answered, “Yes, please.” “She looked beautiful, more beautiful than any other time I’d seen her. If I could take it all back, I would have done things differently. Elisabeth motioned for me to move things along, and the panic tightened around my heart like a noose. I took Kaelyn’s hand and helped her beneath the fireplace. While she climbed, I held the ladder until she was halfway up. Then I began throwing logs into the fireplace. I poured kerosene all over them, and added bits of paper and cloth. Right then and there, I knew there was no turning back. It was like I had removed myself from my body, and was watching from a different angle, watching someone else do this horrible act of cowardice. I apologized that we couldn’t have been together that night. I told her that I’d never stop thinking about her, and wished we had made love as something to remember her by. She looked down at me with her innocent eyes, not knowing what I was about to do, still trusting me. Her expression didn’t change until I lit the match. She begged me to stop, to let her go. I knew she was a smart girl, and it all started to make sense to her. She swore she’d go far away and never mention my name or Elisabeth’s.” Rand realized Kaelyn was sobbing and put his arm around her. “He didn’t want to hurt me; it’s what I’ve always known inside.” “It’s good that you believe that, and I hope it helps you to heal, but you must remember that he did light the fire. It sounds as though he was very sorry it happened and didn’t live a day without guilt, but he didn’t have to go through with it.” “It’s coming back to me, that night. So much has been a blur, but now it’s becoming clear. I can picture him throwing the match and how the fire blazed something awful. I tried climbing down the ladder, but the heat was too much. The pain was too intense. I thought if I could just climb down, and run through the fire, than I’d still have a chance. But the flames leaped in all directions, licking at my bare feet with fiery fingers. I heard his voice, and he said to just hang on. He promised to come back and save me. For all his faults, I didn’t think he could walk away, hearing my cries, knowing I was trapped inside. I held onto his words and how he would come back for me. If I could just hold on a bit longer, he would rescue me.” “I’m so sorry, Kaelyn. Did you want me to read more?” “No, I’ve heard enough for now. I guess something inside me didn’t want to believe it to be true, but there’s the proof. Maybe someday I’ll want to hear more.” “You just let me know.” He stepped toward her, only to have her take a step back. “What’s the matter?” Rand asked She shook her head, releasing the strand of hair. “I’m afraid we won’t have that chance.” Rand felt a sharp pang in his chest. “What do you mean?” “What we’ve shared has been wonderful, beautiful, an absolute dream come true. But that’s all it is and can ever be. A dream. Nothing can be real for me. I am nothing but a shade. I feel things for you on which I can’t act. Once your work is done here, you will

be gone, and I don't think I can ever leave…” “I don’t know how to make things right. If there is a way for us to be together, please tell me … but you're right. We come from two different worlds.” “I’m not used to talking about my feelings, or being so open with another. I feel stuck.” “I hoped hearing some of Ruthferd's thoughts would help you to heal inside, and fill that void. It's no wonder you feel stuck; you’ve been wandering around this annex, a prisoner inside the chimney that became your tomb, for over seventy years. You have the tools now to help you move on.” “You make it sound so easy, but I have no idea how to move forward.” “What can I do to help?” She shrugged, her eyes filling with fresh tears. Rand tensed his jaw. He could feel the vein in his forehead throb. “I want to help you more than anything, but I’m … I’m scared. I’m still trying to figure out how I fell in love with a ghost. Even saying the words leaves me uneasy. There are two sides to this. When you’re here, I don’t think of you as anything but real. I know what I see, and I know what I feel. What I’m seeing shouldn’t exist, but you do, and I can’t very well ignore that fact. Does that make sense?” Her soft features struggled in thought. “I think so.” “The reality is I lost you before even I met you.” He ran his hands along the stubble over his chin. “I know you cannot stay here forever, and I cannot leave. This isn’t your home, and you will, eventually, run out of excuses to extend your stay.” Kaelyn touched his arm. He couldn’t stand to see the sadness in her eyes. “I don’t know how to make it work.” “It’s okay. I’m a big girl.” “Just know that I will spend the rest of my life wishing I had never left you. Our meeting has to be more than chance. I need to believe there are greater powers at work here.” “What are you saying?” “I am willing to join you.” She shook her head, the crease of her forehead deepening. “You can’t join me unless you were…” “Dead. I would sacrifice myself to be with you.” Kaelyn gasped and paced around him. “I would never ask you to give up your life for me. Believe me, I love you for even considering it, but I’d be too afraid you would regret the act forever.” “Forever is what I want with you.” “No, this is all wrong. I’m flattered, but it doesn’t sit right with me.” Rand blocked her from pacing and knelt to his knees. “Don’t you think fate has played a part in all this? I’m a chimney sweep and have a gift of seeing those I care about, even after they’ve passed on. It is how I am able to see you. Something wonderful is being offered to you. Please take it.” “You’re asking me to be okay with you giving up your life. The thought is strange to me; I didn’t have a choice at the time I passed on. It’s not a choice most people would make. You’d be giving up too much.”

Rand looked at her, admiring a face he’d love to wake up to every morning. What did he still need to do? He searched his mind, looking for something in his life that was worth giving up this love for; nothing came to mind. Here was his chance to make a commitment once and for all. He would have a home with someone he loved, and he wouldn’t have to worry about losing her. The moment she’d entered his life, he’d felt a change take place, and he held tight to that. She moved her body against his, her eyes pleading. “You cannot make this sacrifice for me.” His love for her was strong, and he wanted to take care of her, and protect her forever. “I’ve always feared being alone, watching a loved one die while I stay behind.” Rand closed his eyes and pictured walking away from her. He could feel the sadness overcome him, the tightening in his throat and chest. He’d be walking away from a gift he cherished with all his heart. He opened his eyes and smiled. “I choose to be with you. Nothing you say will change my mind.” Rand watched her eyes light up like big golden orbs. “I don’t know what to say.” “Tell me you love me.” Kaelyn ran up and showered him with a dozen kisses all over his face. “I do love you, but aren’t you scared?” Rand shrugged. Scared, yes, but he didn’t want her to fret. “Death is just another journey. On this journey, neither of us will be alone. I’ve never feared the unknown, just being alone.” He pulled her close and breathed in her essence. “I’ll need your help. Tell me what I must do to cross over.” She smiled at him, a pretty smile that melted his heart. “Trust me.” “I trust you with my life. Inside, I knew something was going to happen the morning I arrived. I had no idea it would be this wonderful.” She stuck out her hand and laughed. “Now I really believe in the good luck and fortune of a chimney sweep.” He took her hand and gave it a gentle shake. “Are you ready?” She bit her lower lip in uncertainty. With a nod of his head, he took a deep breath.

Chapter Ten Rand wondered if he’d see his parents again. Would they be disappointed in his choice? They might have had other plans for him, expected more from his existence. Regardless, he was happy and content with his decision, and that should count for something. He stood close to her, both his hands in hers. “Okay, beautiful, one more thing before I see you on the other side.” “Yes?” “A kiss.” She laughed. “I could kiss you forever.” “That, my love, is something you’ll be able to do.” Kaelyn pressed her lips against his. A spark leapt from her lips to his, and he tried to resist. It burned. Her tongue felt like a match, striking against the insides of his mouth, leaving small fires in its path. Stronger the kisses came, forceful, and he felt an inner change. Searing hot air shifted between them, making everything taste of ash, oak, and burnt earth. His lungs filled with asphalt, cinder, and bits of broken firewood. The pieces scratched at his throat, leaving a trail all the way down to the pit of his stomach. Rand tried again to pull back, but Kaelyn’s grip was too strong. Her determination to rid herself of the trauma and pain overwhelmed his strength. His breath was fueling her in a way he’d never understand, slowly sapping his energy at the same time. Soot gathered deep in his throat until his chest expanded wide beneath his rib cage. Hot fire blasted throughout his entire body, and he found himself reliving the very nightmare that she had experienced firsthand, over seventy years ago. Somehow she had brought him back with her, and they were trapped up inside the chimney. Darkness surrounded him, his eyes blinked, trying to adjust, wanting to focus on something to keep the panic at bay. Flames reached up from below, lighting the chimney up like a beacon. Heat consumed him from his toes up. Rand was surprised he didn’t feel it, but he heard Kaelyn. Her anguished cries burned his ears, much too loud. He opened his mouth to scream. The raven flew out from the chimney, its wings fluttering between them, the tips brushing against his eyes. Rand closed them in protest. He felt Kaelyn’s body slip out of his hold, but he couldn’t see anything. Several minutes went by and everything grew quiet. Slowly he opened his eyes, unsure what unsightly morbidity he would see. Instead, he watched in awe as the raven circled around her, stirring up ash and soot until it became a cloud. Through half-closed eyes, Rand watched the raven disappear, and Kaelyn emerge from the dust, but no longer the same woman. **** “Kaelyn.” Rand looked around. Everything was the same. He felt the same. “I thought I crossed over.” “It would seem we’ve been given a second chance.” “I don’t understand. I’m not dead?”

“You released me by loving me enough to sacrifice your life. You’ve released me from my prison.” Rand’s gaze followed her body. The smudges and bruises had faded. Her skin was lush, healthy, and her hair restored to a luminous raven black. She had been beautiful to him before, but now she was radiant. “I’m not sure it all makes sense, but if it means we can be together, then I’ll take it. There really is luck to be had with a chimney sweep.” Kaelyn tossed her head back and laughed. “Luck, fate … call it what you wish, my love. This gift has given us both a taste of freedom that could only be found together. There must have been a reason why I waited. The right man was making his way to me all this time.” Rand spread his arms, and she slipped into his warm embrace. He’d thought her real before, but this time he noticed a difference. The texture of her flesh, the heat of her body, the beat of her heart … she was truly alive. His cock stirred at the closeness of her thighs. “You feel good, Kaelyn.” She snuggled her nose in the crook of his neck and whispered in his ear. “Mmm. I know how to feel better.” His lips begged to taste her sweet nipples between them. “How about we start with your smoldering body straddled over mine?” Rand pulled her to the couch and sat down. His hands moved up her leg beneath her dress, taunting her. She moaned as he brushed his fingers against her sleek mound. “This is one fire I won’t need to escape.” The End About the Author: Born with an overactive imagination, Ann Cory has always had a love of words and putting them to paper. With the loving support of her husband and son, she is able to devote her time to the very stubborn and demanding muse. Ann enjoys writing erotic romance where she delves into the dark realms of paranormal, vampires and shape-shifters, and brings tantalizing fantasy, historical, and contemporary erotic romance themes. From strong female leads to hunky bad boys, she likes to strip them down and flesh them out, so to speak. Visit her website http://www.anncory.com for more about her Aphrodisiacs for the Mind.

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