All Chapters of Dreams: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Jennah?” She turned to see Dominic a few feet away from her.  She smiled.  “Hi.” He strode over to her in long strides. “I thought it was you.”

Jennah glanced out the window as she rubbed her hair dry.  The snow was falling from the dark night sky.  She hung the towel over the curtain rod and turned back to the mirror.  She hadn’t heard anything from Dominic yet and she didn’t know how to go about contacting him.  Did she go to bed and just hope he showed up while she slept—again? Should she try to concentrate and see if she could reach him? Sighing, she walked out to the small sitting area and picked up her book.  Either way, she was going to go climb under the covers and relax.  She didn’t have to get up before dawn to go to work, and for the next twenty-four hours, she didn’t have to deal with crazed, holiday-afflicted people. She climbed under the covers and sat back against the pillows.  Closing her eyes, she let out a slow breath and allowed all the tension from the last few days to ease out of her shoulders.  She slid down further on the pillows. Her book wasn’t

She smirked at his words, but did as he said.  At first, she didn’t see anything and thought she wasn’t doing it right, and then images started to come forward.  Images of a tall, chain-link fence, of men wandering around in the cold.  The men were dressed in the same dark blue jackets, and many wore the same dark blue hats.  Her heartbeat sped up when she recognized the next thing she saw.  A guard tower standing high above the tall fence.  It was a prison, and if she wasn’t mistaken, it was Wyestate prison.  She opened her eyes and the images left all at once.  She swallowed.  “Are you a guard at Wyestate?”  Another long silence. “Jennah...” She shook her head at the pleading way he said her name. She was all too familiar with that pleading tone, and she was not falling for it ever again! “Are you?” “No.” She closed her eyes and tried to fight the crushing

Sitting down, she set the folder on her legs and took a few deep breaths.  She pictured unlocking the door and opening it.  “Dom?” She sat there, gripping the bench, and waited.  “Dominic?” Nothing but silence answered her.  Opening her eyes, and she flipped open the folder again to look at his picture.  His hair was longer than she had seen it, but it was definitely him.  His eyes were dark and cold, but they’d have to be if he was playing the part.  She read his stats a few times, trying to commit them to memory. Turning the pages, she read the reports that followed.  She frowned. If she was reading it right, this went back many years.  What was someone as young as Dominic doing in on it?  She kept reading, and then stopped suddenly and re-read the one paragraph.  Suspected in the killing of Officer Palmer... Dom’s father?  That would explain why he was neck deep in it. C

Dominic took slow steps toward her, his eyes roving all over her as he did.  When he stood right in front of her, his gaze moved to hers.  She felt his hands touch her hips, but she couldn’t look away from his eyes.  He lowered his head toward her and buried his face in her neck as he pulled her gently into him. “What are you doing here?”  he whispered beside her ear. She smiled when the voice she’d missed hearing vibrated right through her.  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nuzzled beside his ear.  “Your captain sent me.  Your contact has disappeared.”  She paused as his breath brushed up against her neck.  “They’ve been trying to find a way to get to you,” she whispered as quietly as she could. He lifted his head and the look in his eyes as they swept over her face made her knees weaken.  He smiled and gently brushed his lips over hers. “So they sent you?” She smiled against his mouth.  “A