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day anyway.
    His mind raced with a hundred thoughts, none very coherent but each having to do with the Deanes. He spun around and turned on the shower, waiting until it was steamy hot to slip under the water. The heat would have scalded any normal person. But it was perfect for Charlie’s wolf warmed skin.
    It did nothing to relax him though.
    Why was it he always thought a hot shower, or cold one, would ever help him with whatever mood he was in? It never did.
    He gave up, hopping out, and threw on some shorts and a tank top. He leapt down the stairs and stepped onto the front porch. From this vantage point, he could peer down over the bustling streets of the main town, but also up to the opposite side of town, where dilapidated turrets poked out of the treetops. The Deane Manor.
    Could they not get a break? They hadn’t even had time to sit down and have a family meeting to discuss how to find their father. He aimed a snarl toward the Deane Manor, his eyes a fury of silver. Whatever it took, he would not allow another massacre at the hand of the Deanes.

CHAPTER TWO
     
    “Mack was just as surprised as we were,” Michael said upon hanging up the phone after a long chat with the sheriff. “Someone had told her they’d seen movement up at the old Deane place, but she had no idea it was actually Deanes.”
    “Well there isn’t a damn thing we can do about it right now.” Melinda decided to put the worry out of her mind for the time being. “Besides, our focus should be on finding Dad. We'll just have to deal with the Deanes, later.” As she spoke, her eyes grazed the clock on the kitchen wall. Another hour until her date with Riley. A ripple of butterflies started in her throat, working their way downward.
    Michael frowned, about to question her when Emily sidetracked him. “Do you have time to give me a ride home, Michael? I promised Dad I would have lunch with him today. You could join us,” she urged.
    Stupid empathic ability Melinda’s mind rambled. Could she keep nothing private?
    “Ride, sure, of course. Anything for the woman who loves me covered in dirt.” He sucked in sharply. “Except I can’t do lunch though, sorry.”
    “Plans?” asked Emily.
    “Yeah. Eva Jordan called me this morning, to see if I’d like to have lunch at her place, to meet her father.”
    “Oh, right. Anthony Jordan.”
    “Author of The Modern Day Guide to the Supernatural ,” finished Michael. “Too bad you have to meet your dad. Why not just come with me, meet a famous author,” he enticed. “Well, more like infamous,” he restated. 
    “I hate to disappoint Dad, but I really would love to meet Mr. Jordan.”
    “I’d like to see just how much he really knows,” Michael said. “His book is thorough, and with no magical ties that we know of, I'm curious how he gathers his information, and very curious to find out what he knows about the Isle.”
    Emily leaned in and kissed him. “Handsome and curious. My kind of man.”
    “I’m totally being a geek right now, huh?”
    “A very, very handsome one though.”
    Melinda helped Emily pick up her bags, handing Michael a few to carry for her.
    “Thanks,” she mouthed to Emily.
    “Good luck,” Emily mouthed back, trying not to grin. 
    “You know what, Michael?” decided Emily. “I'll call Dad. He won’t mind if I miss lunch. I can always have dinner with him instead.”
    “That would be perfect. I can join you for dinner, too.”
    Emily stopped and looked him in the eye. “Are you trying to keep me in your sight for a reason? Are you afraid I might run into a Deane or something?”
    “Nah,” he played it off, waving his hands around as if she were crazy. “Just hate to take away from your time with me.”
    “Intriguing theory,” she muttered, as they loaded her packages into the jeep.
    It was only in part, the Deane problem. It was much more that every time he let her out of his sight lately, it seemed like she was getting into some kind of supernatural