Shadow of Time - Book 1: (Paranormal Romance)

BOOK: Shadow of Time - Book 1: (Paranormal Romance)
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Shadow of Time

Book One

Jen Minkman

 

 

 

 

 

© 2012
by Jen Minkman

 

Cover design by Jen Minkman

 

This book is copyright. Apart from fair dealing for the purpose of private study, research, criticism or review, as permitted under the Copyright Act, no part may be reproduced by any process without the prior permission of the author. You are welcome to share this book with friends who might like to read it too, however.

 

 

 

In beauty may I walk;

All day long may I walk;

Through the returning seasons may I walk.

 

Beautifully will I possess again

Beautifully birds

Beautifully butterflies...

 

On the trail marked with pollen may I walk;

With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk;

With dew around my feet may I walk.

 

With beauty before me may I walk

With beauty behind me may I walk

With beauty above me may I walk

With beauty all around me,

may I walk.

 

In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty, lively;

In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty, living again...

It is finished in beauty.

 

(Traditional Navajo prayer)

 

 

1.

 

 

“Come on, car. Just a few more miles.”

Hannah Darson
sighed so hard she blew strands of dark-blonde hair from her face that had slipped out of her ponytail. Tightly gripping the steering wheel of the old, gray Datsun, she tried to relax her tense shoulders. Not to mention the rest of her body. She was exhausted from being on the road since early morning, driving from Las Cruces to her mother’s log cabin close to Lake Powell. Even more importantly, she was anxious, because she was practically out of fuel. And out of options – she hadn’t passed any gas stations for a while.

Hannah
shot a nervous glance at the fuel gauge on her dashboard. It had been in the red for some time now. The route through Navajo Nation hadn’t exactly taken her through densely populated areas.

When t
he road curved to the left, Hannah suddenly spotted a small gas station next to the exit to Glen Canyon Dam. Hallelujah! Danger of getting stranded without fuel averted.

“Whoohoo!” she shouted at the top of her voice,
gunning her Datsun to the entrance of the station. Nothing would rain on her parade now. Summer had started, her first year of teaching was over, and she was going to spend July and August here, in Arizona. Ben, her younger brother, was already waiting for her at the log cabin in St. Mary’s Port. She’d missed the place. The last time she’d stayed in their cozy little cabin was four years ago.

Endless days on the beach and
sipping drinks in the shade of umbrellas lined up on the deck of the local restaurant were awaiting her. Plus, there’d be countless trips to the Navajo reservation. She and Ben even had childhood friends there.

Humming happily to herself,
Hannah parked her car next to gas pump number two. "It’s raining
men
!" she sang-shouted, blaring along to the song on her car stereo.

The guy standing
next to pump number three was just done getting gas for his motorbike. He looked sideways and his mouth curled up in a smile. The Datsun’s roof was down, so he’d caught her shouting her lungs out.

Hannah bit her lip.
Damn. Her neighbor turned out to be a total hottie. She shot him a look that lasted a tad too long, then blushed, rummaging through her bag to find her money and pretend she’d already forgotten about him. As if.

F
urtively, she looked him over again as he strolled off to pay, helmet in one hand and sunglasses on. Yup, this was typically her – scaring off the local hunk by being a total idiot. She rolled her eyes at herself.

The motorcycle driver
was clearly from the Navajo reservation. His red-brown skin was dark and offset by the white of his sleeveless shirt. He had a small hair braid on one side, a turquoise bead and a red feather decorating the bottom. That feather had to be the symbol for one of the local clans of the Navajo – or Diné, as they called themselves. Her once-best-friend on the reservation, Emily Begay, also belonged to the Feather Clan. Emily should be about twenty-one by now, just like Ben. Hopefully she’d run into Em this summer.

Just to make sure, Hannah
completely filled up her Datsun so she wouldn’t be short on fuel anytime soon. When she was done, she went into the building and got in line for the pay desk.

There. T
he Navajo guy had just paid for his gas. He stuffed the receipt into the pocket of his jeans and sauntered to the exit, passing the shelves with chewing gum and candy bars. And then, out of nowhere, he looked her right in the eye.

“Hi.
” His voice was deep and beautiful and just as impressive as his looks. He stared at her through his tinted sunglasses, a hint of a smile on his face, like he was amused by some private joke.

Hannah
looked up at him dumbfounded.
Wow
. He wasn’t blanking her. He was still talking to her. So maybe she should talk back.


Um – hey,” she stammered feebly and stared at him all owl-faced. For a moment, it seemed he wanted to say something more, but he didn’t. He just gave her another sunny smile before leaving the building. Navajo Hunk started his motorbike and put his helmet on before tearing off at break-neck speed.

Hannah
groaned inwardly. Way to go with her conversational skills.
She quickly paid for the fuel and got back in her car to drive the last few miles to St. Mary’s Port.

It’
d be nice to cook a big meal together with Ben. Or maybe they should go to the local restaurant. Ben wasn’t famous for his culinary talents, and the last thing she needed now was slaving away in the kitchen herself. Hannah fumbled around in her bag to find her phone. One missed call, from her brother. She phoned him back.

“Hey
a sis!” Ben picked up on the second ring. “Where the heck
are
you?”

“I’ll be there
in ten. Where the heck are
you
?”

“On th
e beach. Where else? I’ll come home and help you unpack.”

“Okay, cool. See you soon!”
She clicked off.

When Hannah turned into the driveway next to the log cabin, Ben was sitting on the stairs leading up to the
porch, smoking a cigarette. His dark-blonde hair had already turned a lighter shade in the sunlight. He was wearing a big, showy pair of sunglasses to shield eyes just as bright-green as hers.

“You’re here!” he
boomed enthusiastically, jumping up and giving her a bear hug.

“Hi bro.
How’ve you been?”

“Incredibly hot.
I’ve been on the beach a lot.” Ben dragged Hannah’s suitcase up the stairs, while she carried two heavy bags with food and toiletries. She put the food in the kitchen and walked to the door of her old bedroom.

Opening the door, she
fell silent for a moment. Everything was just as she remembered it. The big, comfortable bed in the corner, the sturdy table against the wall, the flowery curtains in front of the window looking out on the lake – it was like no time had passed at all.

“I’ve already made your bed,” Ben pointed out,
coming in after her and putting the suitcase down.

“Thank you so much.
That really helps. My back hurts from all the driving.”

“Let’s go out for dinner
tonight, then. We don’t need to cook. There’s a nice new place at the beach with grilled fish on the menu. We could try that.”

“Sounds
great!” Hannah went out to get the rest of her stuff from the car. In the meantime, Ben grabbed two beer cans from the fridge. He and Hannah toasted when they sat down on the porch.

“To a long and carefree summer,” Hannah
said.

Ben
grinned. “Sure thing. St. Mary’s Port has missed you.”

“How’s Emily, by the way? I was thinking about her at the gas station. There was a Navajo guy
walking around there from the same clan.” She felt herself blush and quickly took a swig of beer from her can.

“She’s fine! She was asking about you.”

“Does she still live in Naabi’aani?”

Ben nodded. “Yeah, she just finished her studies. She’s a certified naturopath now. Her practice is
on the rez, in Naabi’aani, but she also works at the homeopathic pharmacy in town.”

“Wow! Good for her
. And what about Josh - have you seen him yet?”

“Sure. We meet every summer. He still lives
there with his parents. He just finished high school.”

Hannah
smiled, staring out over the lake spreading out at the bottom of the hill like an unfathomable, giant mirror. It was great this place hadn’t changed in her absence. Everything was still as beautiful as she remembered, and their old friends were still around too.

Hannah
glanced down at her watch. “When does the pharmacy close? Do you think I’ll have time to say hello to Em?”

“She’s not working today.
” Ben dug up his cell phone. “But she will be tomorrow. She asked me to tell you to call her. I have her number here.”

“I’ll send her a text. Once Emily starts talking, there’s no way to stop her.”

After Hannah tapped out a text message to her old friend, she and Ben leisurely strolled to the beach and sat down at a table on the deck of ‘The Winking Shrimp’. Hannah let her gaze wander over the calm water of Lake Powell, where people were swimming, riding paddle-boats or walking along the shoreline. She took in the red rocks of Antelope Island across the water, their almost luminescent shapes like ancient castles in the setting sun. The nameless small island just off the coast looked like a dark, blood-red stain on the water.

“W
e have new neighbors, by the way,” Ben told her. “The cabin to our right was bought by a couple with two daughters our age. Ivy and Amber.”

“Oh,
really? That’s great! Let’s organize a barbecue and invite them sometime.”

“Good idea. I took the old barbecue from the shed yesterday and cleaned it. I was in one of those moods again.”

“A
cleaning
mood? What do you mean, ‘again’?”

Ben
smirked. “As friendly as ever. Come on, pick something from the menu. Anything at all.”

Hannah smiled. “Are you buying?”

Ben opened his mouth to say something, then fell silent. His eyes widened. “Oh,” he mumbled, patting his pockets. “Oh,
damn
.”

“Yeah, right.
Drop the act.”


Look, I’m really sorry. I think I left my wallet in my car.”

She laughed.
“No worries. I’m used to your chaotic lifestyle by now.”


What do you mean, chaotic? I’m getting better at planning my life all the time. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice I brought my textbooks.”

“I saw a pile of something in the living room, yes.”

“Well, that pile means I’m gonna catch up on stuff from last year,” Ben said, a self-satisfied look on his face.

“Good for you. Any resits straight after summer?”

Ben didn’t reply. He was staring at the water. “Hey, I think Josh is on the beach.” He got up from his chair. “Hold on, I’ll tell him we’re sitting over here.” He walked off the deck toward the water. Hannah tried to see where he was going, but the beach was still quite crowded and soon she’d lost sight of him.

After some minutes, she turned
in her chair to see whether Ben was coming back yet. His glass of beer had been on the table for a while, and her brother hated lukewarm beer – with a passion. She spotted him down by the jetty with the small rowing boats, enthusiastically waving his arms and telling a tall guy next to him some elaborate story.

Hannah swallowed hard and squinted against the sunlight. That guy next to Ben
– but that couldn’t be. She couldn’t believe her eyes. That was the Navajo guy. The guy who’d laughed at her poor attempt at singing. The guy who’d playfully said hello and given her this intense look while she gaped at him like a dumbstruck idiot. So Ben knew him?

Her heart skipped a beat w
hen she suddenly realized why the local native hunk was walking next to her brother.

T
hat was Josh.

 

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