Chapter 80

The only problem was, Rafe had told him in confidence not too long after that that, there had been no definer as to when Rafe’s dreams might have taken place. There’d been a where, and the where had been consistent—in the house they were all occupying that moment. That very fact had made the when so impossible to figure out. There’d been no outside to display the possibility of advancing seasons. Was it winter? Autumn? Still good weather? Could it be that very night or months from now? And if it was sometime in the future, could the dream not already have accounted for the fact that Rafe would have told them and that they were, in fact, as prepared and ready as they would ever be? To Lyle, that seemed to be not only a viable option but a plausible one.