The Color of Forever by Julianne MacLean Read Free Book Online

the coffee, because I was already wired. I couldn’t keep still.
    “And say what?” Bailey replied. “He doesn’t know you. He’ll think you’re insane if you tell him you had a dream about him—where you were married and had a son together, where you spent summers on the beach in Maine.”
    “That’s true. I have no idea what I would say. Part of me just wants to tell him the truth and ask if he ever had any near-death visions like that.”
    Bailey thought about that. “He’ll still think you’re a nutcase. Besides, what else do you know about him? He could be married with a family of his own and his wife might think you’re a husband stealer. Or maybe he’s a cocaine addict, or some kind of weird freak.”
    I heard what Bailey was saying, but her words seemed to float over my head without really sinking in.
    “I’ve never been to Maine,” I said contemplatively.
    Bailey gave me a look. “I know what you’re thinking. You want to go there.”
    “Why not? I could just…” I thought about it for a few seconds. “I could make an appointment to have my teeth cleaned.”
    “Careful. You’re starting to sound like a stalker.”
    “Well, I have to do something .” I leaned forward in my chair and placed my hands over the keyboard. “Let’s just find out if he’s single. It’s an important fact to know, don’t you think? It will affect how I handle this.” I typed in his name again, and another link popped up. As soon as I saw the image, my stomach exploded with fascination.
    “Oh.” Bailey laid a hand on the back of my chair. “I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised—a good-looking guy like that, and a dentist to boot. He’s a great catch. She’s a lucky woman. Wow, gorgeous.”
    I stared, transfixed, at the photo for a long moment, taking in the bride’s simple, classic wedding gown and white flower arrangement. Her blond hair was pulled into a loose knot at her nape and spiraled tendrils framed her face. She had a sparkling, joyful smile.
    Chris also smiled as they walked down the church aisle, surrounded by family and friends.
    “Look at the date,” Bailey said. “They were married just last February. They’re newlyweds.” She squeezed my shoulder. “Sorry, Katelyn.”
    “It’s okay,” I replied with surprising resilience, glancing up at Bailey. “Really, I’m not devastated, even though I thought he might be my future husband. This is so weird. I think a part of me expected this, and it doesn’t change anything. I still want to talk to him. And her.”
    “But why?” Bailey asked.
    I sat forward and began to type again. “I just need to know why I saw what I saw.”
    Bailey went to the kitchen and helped herself to a cup of coffee, then returned to the computer and leaned on the edge of the desk, facing me. “You’re still thinking about the boy.”
    Trying to ignore the note of concern in her voice, I scanned the computer screen, searching everywhere on the web. “Now I’m wondering if Chris has any kids, maybe from a previous marriage.”
    Nothing popped up to suggest he had children. The lack of an answer frustrated me.
    I let out a breath and propped my elbows on the desk, cupped my forehead in my hand. “Lord, maybe I am going crazy. I don’t know what’s happening to me. You should have me committed.”
    Bailey gave no reply. She simply watched me, waiting to see what I would do next.
    I sat back and drummed my fingers on the mousepad, then stood up and went to the kitchen to look at my calendar, which was tacked to the wall next to the refrigerator.
    Bailey followed me and set her water glass down on the island’s countertop. “I can see the wheels turning,” she said. “I’m afraid to ask. But what are your intentions, Katelyn?”
    I turned to face her. “I want to visit Maine. I have a bunch of vacation days owed to me, and my boss has been encouraging me to take them. I could probably get some time off this week. I could even go tonight if I can get on