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find that contentment again, that peace that was as much a part of her as breathing.
    Under different circumstances she would have called one of her cousins and suggested a night out. But she imagined Morgana was cozily settled in with Nash for the evening. And at this stage of her pregnancy, she needed rest. Sebastian wasn’t back from his honeymoon yet.
    Still, it had never bothered her to be alone. She enjoyed the solitude of the long, curved beach, the sound of water against rock, the laughing of the gulls.
    Just as she had enjoyed the sound of the child’s laughter, and the man’s, drifting to her that afternoon. It had been a good sound, one she didn’t have to be a part of to appreciate.
    Now, as the sun melted, spilling color over the western sky, she felt the restlessness fading. How could she be anything but content to be here, alone, watching the magic of a day at rest?
    She climbed up to stand on a driftwood log, close enough to the water that the spray cooled her face anddampened her shirt. Absently she took a stone out of her pocket, rubbing it between her fingers as she watched the sun drop into the flaming sea.
    The stone warmed in her hand. Ana looked down at the small, waterlike gem, its pearly sheen glinting dully in the lowering light. Moonstone, she thought, amused at herself. Moon magic. A protection for the night traveler, an aid to self-analysis. And, of course, a talisman, often used to promote love.
    Which was she looking for tonight?
    Even as she laughed at herself and slipped the stone back into her pocket, she heard her name called.
    There was Jessie, racing down the beach with the fat puppy nipping at her heels. And her father, walking several yards behind, as if reluctant to close the distance. Ana took a moment to wonder if the child’s natural exuberance made the man appear all the more aloof.
    She stepped down from the log and, because it was natural, even automatic, caught Jessie up in a swing and a hug. “Hello again, sunshine. Are you and Daisy out hunting for fairy shells?”
    Jessie’s eyes widened. “Fairy shells? What do they look like?”
    “Just as you’d suppose. Sunset or sunrise—that’s the only time to find them.”
    “My daddy says fairies live in the forest, and usually hide because people don’t always know how to treat them.”
    “Quite right.” She laughed and set the girl on her feet. “But they like the water, too, and the hills.”
    “I’d like to meet one, but Daddy says they hardly ever talk to people like they used to ’cause nobody really believes in them but kids.”
    “That’s because children are very close to magic.” She looked up as she spoke. Boone had reached them, and the sun setting at his back cast shadows over his face that were both dangerous and appealing. “We were discussing fairies,” she told him.
    “I heard.” He laid a hand on Jessie’s shoulder. Though the gesture was subtle, the meaning was crystal clear.
Mine.
    “Ana says there are fairy shells on the beach, and you can only find them at sunrise or sunset. Can youwrite a story about them?”
    “Who knows?” His smile was soft and loving for his daughter. When his gaze snapped back to hers, Ana felt a shudder down her spine. “We’ve interrupted your walk.”
    “No.” Exasperated, Ana shrugged. She understood that he meant she had interrupted theirs. “I was just taking a moment to watch the water before I went in. It’s getting chilly.”
    “We had chili for dinner,” Jessie said, grinning at her own joke. “And it was
hot
! Will you help me look for fairy shells?”
    “Sometime, maybe.” When her father wasn’t around to stare holes through her. “But it’s getting too dark now, and I have to go in.” She flicked a finger down Jessie’s nose. “Good night.” She gave a cool nod to her father.
    Boone watched Ana walk away. She might not have gotten chilled so quickly, he thought, if she’d worn something to cover her legs. Her smooth, shapely