pockets. She was entitled to the new life, the new persona she was carving out.
A great many of her colleagues thought she had gone mad when word got out on what she planned to spend her free time studying. Her parents would be deeply annoyedâif she ever drew up the courage to face them with her new interest. But she wasnât going to let that matter.
She wanted to explore. Needed to. If she had to go back to being the boring, predictable, utterly tedious Dr. Knight, she would go mad.
Yet sheâd learned a valuable lesson the night before. She wasnât quite ready to handle certain aspects of her new life. Sheâd been cocky, entirely too self-assured, and Shane MacKade had knocked the chip from her shoulder and crushed it to splinters. Lord knew why sheâd thought she could deal with sex.
All heâd had to do was catch her off guard once, and sheâd turned into a trembling, mindless mess. Sheâd spentsome time being furious with him for causing itâafter she got over being terrified. But she was too analytical to blame him for long. She had put on the mask of confidence, had even tried her hand at flirtation. It was hardly his fault that heâd believed the image and responded to it.
She would simply have to be more careful in the future, and rethink her plan to stay at the farm. The man was entirely too physical, too attractive. Too everything. Especially for a woman who had barely begun to explore her own sexuality.
Yes, she would be very careful, and she wouldnât dwell on those sharp and intense needs heâd stirred up in herâthe way his mouth had felt on hers, the way his hands had moved over her bare skin. What it had felt like to be touched that way, by that man. So intimately. So naturally.
She let out a long, shaky breath and closed her eyes.
No, she wouldnât dwell on that. She was going to enjoy herself, start her paper on Antietam, make plans for the book she intended to write. And, if perseverance counted for anything, find her ghosts.
Moving to her computer, she sat and booted up.
Iâm settled in the MacKade Inn now, in what were Charles Barlowâs rooms during the Civil War period. There are other guests, and Iâll be interested to hear if they had any experiences during the night. For the moment, all is quiet. Iâm told that people often hear doors slamming, or the sound of weeping, even the report of a gun. These phenomena happen not only at night, but also during the daylight hours.
Regan has experienced them, and Rafe. There are also reports of the scent of roses. This particular experience is most common. I find this interesting as the olfactory sense is the strongest.
In my brief meeting with Savannah MacKade, I learned that she has often felt a presence in this house, and the woods that border the land. I gather that both she and Jared are similarly drawn to the woods where the two corporals met and fought.
Itâs fascinating to me that people find each other this way.
Cassie and Devin MacKade are another example. In this case, they lived in the same small town all of their lives. Cassie married someone else and had two children, and from what I can glean, a truly horrific marriage. Still, she and Devin found each other, and from this outsiderâs perspective, seem as though theyâve been together always.
Both Cassie and Devin have stories to tell about the inn, and their experiences here. Iâll have to go into them in depth in my official notes.
Shane MacKade is the only one who has no stories to tellâor rather none heâs willing to tell. Iâm not used to relying on my instincts rather than pure data, but if I were to trust them Iâd say he holds back what he knows or feels. Which is contradictory, as he isnât a man who seems to hold back anything on a personal level.
Iâd have to say heâs one of the most demonstrative people Iâve even encountered. Heâs a habitual