"I see you're ready to sweat," Autumn teased, knowing that was the last thing Terri wanted.

"Sure thing, honey. I'll just go put my bag in a locker and be right back." She disappeared for a few minutes, turning several male heads as she walked past. While she was gone, Josh Kendall, Autumn's climbing partner, walked into the gym.

"Hey, Autumn, how's it hangin'?"

Autumn smiled at Josh's favorite expression and gave her usual reply. "By the thumbs, Josh, how about you?" They had met during a four-man climb up in the Cascade Mountains two years ago. Josh was long and lanky, with sandy hair and a slightly freckled face. He wasn't killer handsome, but good-looking in a sort of nerdy way.

"We still going up next weekend?" he asked.

"You bet. I've really been looking forward to it. I can't wait to tackle Castle Rock."

"Yeah, me too."

A climbing partner had to be someone you could trust with your life because that was literally what you had to do. Autumn had admired Josh's skill and he had respected hers so they had decided to make a climb together. Their styles turned out to be extremely compatible. They were both certified guides and in the summer they headed for the mountains whenever they weren't giving cla.s.ses or doing private coaching.

They were friends. Close friends. Climbing together had a way of doing that. Autumn felt safe with Josh-in more ways than one. She knew he had no interest in her beyond their climbing partnership. It was Terri he wanted, Terri who snagged his attention whenever she walked into a room. Considering she saw him only as a friend and it didn't look like that was going to change anytime soon, Autumn felt sorry for him.

Josh's gaze darted away from her to the shapely brunette sauntering toward him. Terri's hips swayed provocatively, her gaze moving over the guys with the bulging muscles who were working out on the weight machines.

"Hi, Terri," Josh said, his smile a little too bright.

"Hi, Josh."

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Fine. Great, in fact." She turned away from him as if he weren't there and leaned over to whisper in Autumn's ear. "See that hunk over there working on the bicep machine?"

Autumn glanced that way. "I see him." She had noticed him a couple of times before, but hadn't really paid much attention.

"Well, what's his name, honey? Is he married?"

"How would I know?"

Terri rolled her eyes. "Lord, you are impossible."

They both stared at the hunk whose arms bulged with nicely shaped muscle as he strained on the weight machine. Josh made a noise in his throat, returning their attention to him.

"Well, I...um...guess I better get going. I'll see you next weekend, Autumn."

"Call me the end of the week and we'll go over our trip plans."

"Sounds good."

"So, Josh...you wouldn't happen to know that guy over there in the corner?" Terri asked.

Josh turned that way. "I don't know him but I've seen his picture in the newspaper. He owns this building. That's Ben McKenzie."

Terri's dark eyebrows shot up. "Is that so?"

Terri was openly salivating and Josh looked like he wanted to slash his wrists. "Like I said, I better get going." With a last longing glance at Terri, he headed for the climbing gym.

Terri surveyed the room, the long rows of white-and-black exercise machines, rows of treadmills each with its own TV, and racks of heavy chrome barbells at the far end in front of a wall of mirrors.

"I'm ready if you are," she said. "Why don't we start over there?" She pointed toward the area where Ben McKenzie was now lying back on a black vinyl bench hoisting a barbell loaded with weights.

Autumn gave him a long, a.s.sessing glance. Terri was right. The man was amazing. Not only drop-dead gorgeous, but with a lean, athletic body that looked as if it were sculpted more from sports than lifting weights in a gym. He had thick dark-brown hair, nicely trimmed, a square jaw and dark brown eyes. He was wearing shorts and Reeboks. A tank top stretched over his powerful chest and she caught a glimpse of curly dark-brown chest hair.

"Nice, huh?" Terri said.

"Very nice."

"Probably married with at least four kids."

"At least."

Terri sighed. "Wouldn't it be great if he wasn't?"

"I thought you were madly in l.u.s.t with Todd."

Terri cast her a glance. "I was thinking of you."

Autumn laughed. "Sure you were."

Terri just smiled. They started out in the bike room, riding only long enough to get Terri warmed up a little but not break into a sweat. From there they moved on to the Nautilus machines.

"I really was thinking of you," Terri said as she shoved the handles in the air, working her arms and shoulders. "Now that I've hooked up with Todd, I'm not looking for anyone else."

At least for now, that was probably true. Terri really was a good friend and she was always on the lookout for a man for Autumn. "Even if the hunk was single, a guy like that would have a horde of women chasing after him from dawn to dusk."

"All too true," Terri agreed regretfully.

They worked out for almost an hour-a record for Terri-then retired to the snack bar for thick berry smoothies. Terri planned to stay at home that night and order pizza. Todd, of course, was coming by to join her.

Autumn left the gym, went home and made herself a plate of leftovers from the chicken she had roasted for herself on Sunday. She carried her plate into the living room and curled up on the overstuffed sofa in front of the TV.

She had a cla.s.s tomorrow morning so she went to bed early. She considered taking an Ambien, but didn't like taking any sort of drug and she could hardly take sleeping pills forever.

Instead, she hoped the gla.s.s of white wine she'd had with her makeshift supper would help her fall asleep-and that tonight she wouldn't dream.

It was raining, the air heavy with mist. Inside the house, it was warm, the kitchen steamy from the pot boiling on the stove. A group of three women moved together with practiced ease, working to prepare the evening meal. They were a family, Autumn thought somewhere in the depths of her mind. All of them were blond and fair, girls and women of various ages, the oldest, a woman in her late thirties, all of them pretty.

Autumn watched the women chop vegetables and roll out biscuit dough. They didn't say much as they did their jobs and began to take down cups and dishes to set the kitchen table.

Autumn might have kept dreaming if the youngest of the women, a girl of eleven or twelve, hadn't turned just then and looked straight at her. Autumn knew that face. She recognized the pretty oval shape, the soft blue eyes and long silky lashes, the pale blond hair drifting like corn silk around her narrow shoulders.

Those eyes were staring into hers and the pain in them jolted Autumn from a deep, hypnotic sleep.

Heart pounding, palms sweating, she bolted upright in bed. It was her! The girl named Molly! It was the little girl she had dreamed about before, only she was no longer a child but a girl approaching her teens. Autumn knew it deep in her bones.

Trembling, she swung her legs to the side of the bed.

It was nearly two-thirty but she was wide awake, her mouth dry and her heart beating too fast. Images of the dream rolled around in her head. Straightening her pink silk nightie, she padded into the bathroom and turned on the tap, shakily filled the gla.s.s next to the sink with water and took a long, calming drink.

Her mind spun, replaying the images she had seen. If this was the same girl-and Autumn was convinced it was-she was somewhere around eleven or twelve. How could that be?

She tried to recall the first series of dreams, when the child was much younger. Was there something in the dream that hinted at the time frame? Nothing she could recall. Still, if the child was five or six then and eleven or twelve now, the abduction-if that's what it had been-would have had to have happened at least six years ago.

The whole thing was crazy. Certainly tonight's dream was nothing at all like the nightmare she'd had in her teens and yet...

There was no use trying to sleep. Instead, she walked into the kitchen, poured herself a gla.s.s of milk and carried it over to the sofa. Pulling the soft wool afghan her grandmother had crocheted off the back of the couch, Autumn covered her legs, leaned back and let her mind sift through the dream.

Maybe the dream tonight was actually that. A real dream where everything's just a fantasy.

Or maybe neither of them were real.

Autumn finished her milk and stretched out on the sofa. If she continued to dream, maybe she would see the girl as a full-grown woman, happy wherever she had finally ended up, and Autumn could stop worrying about her.

Maybe she was wrong and-unlike before-nothing bad had happened or was going to. Warm beneath the comforter, she finally fell asleep. When she did, she began to dream.

Three women worked in the kitchen, the little girl no longer a child, but taller, beginning to develop b.r.e.a.s.t.s, showing the first signs of becoming a woman. And when she looked at Autumn there was always so much pain in her eyes, Autumn awakened from the dream.

She lay there on the sofa, heart thumping madly, exhausted and even more worried. This was no simple dream. This was a message-just like it had been when she was fifteen.

She couldn't ignore it the way she had before. She refused to sit around and let something terrible happen again. Dear G.o.d, if only she knew what to do.

Four.

It was early morning, almost time to get up. As Autumn lay awake on the sofa staring up at the ceiling, memories of the dream played over and over in her head. If this was the same blond child, the little girl named Molly from the first dream, maybe she was among the millions of children who went missing and were never found. Maybe she was reaching out, asking Autumn for help.

But if that's true, why now? Why didn't the dreams begin years earlier? So far it appeared she didn't even know the girl. It was all so utterly confusing.

Tired to the bone and still thinking of the dream, she tossed back the afghan and headed for the bathroom to shower and dress for the gym. She needed some physical exertion, something to clear her head. Hopefully, her climbing cla.s.s would take her mind off the girl. After lunch she had a couple of private lessons and around five-thirty she was supposed to meet Terri for drinks at O'Shaunessy's Bar and Grill, an upscale local hangout that was one of Terri's favorite see-and-be scenes.

The day pa.s.sed swiftly. Autumn arrived at the bar right on time but Terri, as usual, was running a little late. By the time she got there, Autumn was sipping a nice chilled gla.s.s of Kendall Jackson chardonnay and beginning to relax.

Terri was smiling as she wove her way through the crowd at the bar and sitting at tables. She walked up and hung her purse on the back of one of the stools around the tiny table and waved one of the c.o.c.ktail waitresses over.

"I'm desperate for a Cosmo, Rita. After a day like today, I really deserve one."

"Will do, hon." Rita sashayed away, tray propped on her shoulder, wide hips swaying, and returned just a few minutes later with the drink. Terri was a regular and always got good service and Autumn enjoyed the lively little pub as well.

Terri took a sip from her frosty, long-stemmed martini gla.s.s. "So how was your day, girlfriend? Mine totally sucked."

Autumn sipped her wine. "My day was fine. Last night was the pits."

Terri rolled her eyes. "Don't even tell me. The dream, right?"

"Yes...and no."

"Okay, tell me."

"I had a different dream about the same person."

"What?"

She nodded. "No kids playing ball in the yard, no little boy named Robbie. This time, the girl was five or six years older...maybe eleven or twelve. I don't think she was a teenager yet."

"Wow, that's weird. And you still think these dreams are real?"

"I'm probably crazy, but yes. I think maybe little Molly got into that car and the man drove away with her, like in the dream. But he didn't kill her-he couldn't have if she's older in the second dream. I think maybe he just took her off with him somewhere."

"Maybe you'll just keep dreaming about her until she's all grown up and everything will be fine."

"I thought of that. I suppose it's possible, but..."

"But what?"

"But I don't think that's going to happen. I think...I don't know but...I think Molly is trying to send me some kind of message. I think she's asking me for help."

Terri fixed her with a stare. "That's a pretty far stretch, don't you think? If she is trying to reach you, why did she wait until now? Why didn't she send you this supposed message five or six years ago?"

Autumn hooked a curl behind her ear. "I don't know."

"You have to admit this is all pretty crazy."

"No kidding." She trailed her finger through the condensation on her wine gla.s.s. "If it weren't for what happened in high school, I'd ignore the whole d.a.m.ned thing."

Terri frowned. "The car accident...right? I see what you mean."

"The weird thing is-what caused it to happen back then? And why is it happening now?"

Terri ignored the question since neither of them had an answer. "You know what I think you should do? I think you should go through old newspapers to see if a little girl was abducted five or six years ago. If there was and her name was Molly-"

"You're right!" Autumn sat up straighter on the stool. "I should have thought of that myself. I'd have to make certain a.s.sumptions. I may have guessed her age wrong, so I'd need to do a spread of several years. I've got to a.s.sume I'm somehow connected or this wouldn't be happening, so I'll start looking here in Seattle."

"It might not work but it's worth a try."

"It's a great idea." If Autumn's hunch was right, it was absolutely worth a try.

Terri looked up just then and broke into a smile. "Todd just walked in. Isn't he gorgeous?"

Todd was definitely a pretty boy, tall and blond, sort of the Brad Pitt type. But Autumn couldn't help wondering if there was any substance behind that pretty face.