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He wasn't like any man before.
Unusual, certainly. Not anything like what she had assumed she would marry one day. Tough-minded, strong-willed. She had always attracted the weak.
She had dreamed before, but never with such clarity. He was before her, lighting the way like a thousand candles glowing in the night.
So this would be her future, wrapped in promises and crinoline. It was a good way to begin a fantasy.
But just as suddenly, it clarified and dissipated. An orange cat clawed away, taking the place of his form and face.
Torrie woke alone, Billy squeezing her thigh.