Free Season's Change: Summer: A Goddess Legacy Companion Novel (Goddess Legacy 1.5) by Mandy Harbin, M.W. Muse

you tomorrow," I said.
    He smiled and nodded. His eyes lingered on mine. "'Bye," Chloe said softly.
    He flashed a brilliant smile at her as he turned to walk through the gate. "See you later," he finally responded over his shoulder before heading back.
    Chloe and I kept walking in the same direction until we came upon the pond in the undeveloped area, and then we turned around. I was glad she didn't head straight home after running into Chrys. That would've been too obvious. At least now, she had the added benefit of walking by his house again. But he didn't come out again.
    That night it was so cool that we slept with the windows open in her room. I had another dream, but instead of being strictly about a tornado, it was about the weather in general. I knew a tornado was coming, but as soon as I realized I needed to take cover, the sky turned a vivid pink color. So pink, it was blinding. Without the warning of thunder, lightning fell from the sky, but this was no ordinary lightning. Instead of flashing forcefully with an electrical fervor, it glittered and fell like confetti,
    disappearing before it reached me. This time the strange, little girl did not make an appearance. But I was not alone.
    As I took cover from the peculiar lightning, Don sat at a patio table under a side porch of a traditional house. I didn't recognize the house, but it was pretty. It looked like a newer house but built with the ambiance of yesteryear. It wasn't the house that stood out, though. The most intriguing aspect of this vision was Don.
    Without getting up, he watched me approach. Once I was at the table, he handed me a brooch. It resembled one of those pieces of jewelry I found in Melissa's room, old and very ornate. There wasn't a special design, except it had the numbers 1887 painted in the center of the enamel.
    "Be careful," he whispered with a protective look in his eyes. Then it was over.
    I woke to the sound of Chloe's dogs barking outside. Since Chloe was still asleep, I got ready for work, trying not to make a sound, while I contemplated these crazy dreams. Why was I having dreams about the weather? The tornado must represent something. I knew dreams usually weren't literal. I learned from Melissa that dreams were often a manifestation of some subconscious emotion. When I thought about why Don appeared in last night's dream, I began to realize the tornado dreams began the night that Don asked me out. Maybe the dreams were helping me with my first date jitters.
    On the ride to work, the sky was the same vivid pink as it had been in my dream.
    Weird. But it made me think again about my theory that the dreams helped with my nerves about my date.
    Tonight.
    My mind and my body simultaneously realized that tonight was the night. My date with Don. My hands started shaking, and palms started sweating. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel even tighter in an effort to keep my hands from slipping off.
    My mind was racing. I'd been waiting for this night since Saturday, and it was finally here. So much for not being nervous!
    I pulled into the parking lot and started for the front door. I tripped twice—once in a pothole, the other from no visible external culprit. My nerves were in overdrive. I needed to get into the store and get this day going quickly.
    "Good morning!" I yelled as I walked into the unlocked door.
    "Season, what are you doing here so early?" Chrys asked as he walked toward the front of the store.
    "Chloe's dogs woke me up. I decided to come on in, so I wouldn't wake her.
    You?"
    "I had to take my mom to the airport. She's worth millions but doesn't want to
    pay for airport parking. Go figure." He laughed.
    Millions? "Nothing wrong with being frugal," I agreed. "What do you want me to do today?"
    "Well, Tracy called in sick. She has that Beautiful Friday Syndrome ," he said with a chuckle. "You can take the register."
    I counted the register drawer and cleaned around the station while the pharmacist arrived.