She was perfect. Sleek, sensuous, responding to the lightest touch.
Chapter 1 Catherine Cochran was too caught up in the sensuous beauty of ocean and sunset. . .
Chapter 2 Struggling not to limp, Cat crossed the narrow strip of sand. . .
Chapter 3 “You are a warlock,” Cat muttered into the foaming water.
Chapter 4 Even after Cat shut her own door behind her, she still felt as though Travis was watching her. . .
Chapter 5 The next morning, dawn came to the sea like a magenta dream.
Chapter 6 Late that afternoon Cat met Blake Ashcroft at the foot of the cliff that was near her house. . .
Chapter 7 The restaurant was Italian, but not a spaghetti parlor. It had exquisite leaded-glass windows. . .
Chapter 8 Dawn shimmered over the ocean in tints of rose and gold, lavender and cream.
Chapter 9 Cat awoke to sunlight pouring in silent golden cataracts across her bed.
Chapter 10 “You want to know what happened with me and money?” Cat smiled with bleak humor.
Chapter 11 Cat stepped out of Travis’s car and turned to look back at him. “Are you sure you won’t come in?”
Chapter 12 The Wind Warrior flew before the southern storm like the great ocean bird she was.
Chapter 13 Pushing away from the desk, Cat stood, stretched, and kneaded the small of her back.
Chapter 14 Travis turned off the light table and pulled Cat close.
Chapter 15 Cat awoke from a daze that was more like a trance of exhaustion than true sleep.
Chapter 16 In the next three weeks, Travis didn’t bring up the subject of Australia. . .
Chapter 17 When Travis came into Cat’s office carrying a cardboard carton, she was sitting. . .
Chapter 18 As the Wind Warrior glided toward the exit to Dana Harbor, Cat leaned against the railing.
Chapter 19 By seven-thirty Cat was sitting in her car outside Dr. Stone’s office.
Chapter 20 The phone rang, waking Cat. She was halfway out of bed before she remembered. . .
Chapter 21 Night or day, moonlight or sunlight or storm, the Pacific rolled in untamed waves. . .
Chapter 22 When Cat woke up she thought she was still caught in the last violent wave. . .
Chapter 23 There was nothing but ocean in all directions. No ships, no shore, nothing . . .