A WHISPER OF ETERNIT

A WHISPER OF ETERNITY  By Amanda Ashley

"GOOD EVENING.LOVELY NIGHT FOR A STROLL."

"Yes." She slipped her hand into the pocket of her shorts. He saw her hand clench and he wondered what sort of defense she carried in there.A can of Mace, perhaps, or pepper spray. He watched her summon her courage.

"I'm afraid you're trespassing," she said, her tone cool but not unfriendly. "This is a private beach."
"Yes, I know. I have a house nearby."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that. I'm new here myself." He extended his hand. "Dominic St. John."

After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand in his. "Tracy Warner."

His fingers curled lightly around hers. It was then that he felt it, a sharp jolt of recognition as his essence brushed against hers. A thrill of excitement swept through him. It was she, his soul mate, the woman he had found and lost countless times through the centuries.His beloved one. He had known her in many guises, by many names.

She was staring up at him. It took him a moment to realize he had fallen silent, that he was still holding her hand.

He smiled. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Warner."