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for Nathaniel. Everybody knows that.”
    “Oh, I see.”
    Lying on her back on the blanket, she stared up at the sky.
    “What are you thinking?” he asked, positioning himself next to her and resting his head on his hand.
    “Your hair made me think about angels and whenever I gaze up at the sky on a clear night, I look for them.” She turned to face him, her lips only inches from his, and for a breathtaking moment, he thought she was going to kiss him. Instead, she rested her head on her arm and gazed into his eyes. “Did you know there really is an angel called Nathaniel?”
    His face froze with shock. “Oh, how do you know that?”
    “Because I read about it in scripture and there are heaps of books and movies about angels. Sometimes, I dream about an angel.”
    “You do?”
    She nodded. “Yes, often.”
    His heart skipped a beat. Though he yearned to be the angel she dreamt about, he knew he’d erased her memory of him, especially the one where he saved her from Devlin, and according to what Michael had told him earlier, they’d actually kissed that night. Pressing his hand to his thundering heart, he hoped he was the angel she dreamt about, and prayed it wasn’t Devlin. But for all he knew, Devlin had found a way to give Eloise her memory back. Well, there was only one way to find out, even if he didn’t like the outcome.
    He brushed a stray curl from her forehead. “Tell me about your dreams. I’d love to hear them.”
    “Really?” She gazed up at him, her eyes twinkling with the reflection from the moon. “I can’t recall all of them, just flashes, but I remember my favourite one. It was about a month ago . I had to go to hospital to have my appendix out, and while I was recovering, I dreamt that this beautiful angel took me up into the clouds.” She smiled. “And his hair was curly like yours.”
    Nathaniel stared at her and gulped. He was sure he was going to have a stroke and die right there in front of her.

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    Eloise pointed at the sky. “In my dream, there was a full moon just like tonight and all the stars were twinkling. I was terrified at first—because I’m scared of heights, but the angel held me so tight, I began to relax. It was so exciting and it felt so real. Kind of like a roller coaster ride when you’re laughing your head off, but you’re terrified of falling. Then the angel took me up to a shooting star. Oh, my God, it was so amazing because he flew right up to it and I saw it close up. It looked like a colourful firecracker going off. It was the most beautiful dream I’ve ever had.”
    Nathaniel was speechless; his heart was pounding so hard against his ribs, he was sure it was going to burst through. He couldn’t believe she actually remembered him taking her for a joyride and showing her a shooting star. She obviously couldn’t remember what he looked like or she would’ve recognised him by now, but he was pleased the angel in her dream had curly hair, so it couldn’t have been Devlin. He gazed at her lovingly. Just knowing she still had some sort of connection to him sent shivers down his spine and he so wanted to take her in his arms. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent. He was still too nervous to kiss her, so he spoke to her instead. “Sounds like a vivid dream, Eloise, even though you can’t remember what the angel looked like.”
    She bit her lip. “ I might not remember his face, but I bet he looked just like you because that’s exactly how I imagine him—you know, all curly-haired with a brilliant white smile and movie-star good looks. And the angel in my dream had strong muscles like yours.” Giggling, she squeezed hard on his bicep.
    Nathaniel flinched with pleasure as a strange sensation shot to his abdomen and thighs. He quickly crossed himself. Sweet Jesus , what was she doing to him? Holding his breath, he tried to calm himself. At this rate, he’d have a seizure and die before ever getting his wings back. Then who would