….. After walking for about fifteen minutes, the feeling of being watched suddenly overwhelms Iris. She is not alone. She becomes uneasy, feeling such unease she decides to head back towards the house. As she turns, out of the corner of her eye she sees a man sitting on a fallen tree trunk looking at her, watching her. He is only a few feet away.

How had she not noticed him sitting there as she had passed only moments before? Iris wonders to herself.

He seems so familiar, but Iris cannot place him in her memory. Only a few moments pass before the man stands and walks towards her. He only stops when he is an arm’s length in front of her. Iris begins to see flashes of events and one thing comes to mind. This is the man from her dreams, but how could it be? Iris ponders this as she looks at the man with interest.

Before she has a chance to utter a single word he takes her small hand gently in his and brings it to his lips. The man smiles as he begins to speak in the most alluring Scottish accent Iris has ever heard.

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“Forgive me if I startled ye. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Liam … Liam O’Connell.”

Iris stands there mesmerized. Looking at this man with the most alluring green eyes and honey-coated voice not knowing what to say or do. Suddenly as if slapped out of a trance she realizes that he still holds her hand in his strong, but gentle grip. She reluctantly removes her hand as she finds her voice.

“I feel that I know you, but at the same time I have no clue who you are.”

Liam looks away from Iris towards the water whipping at the edge of the shore only a few feet from where they stand. His eyes move back to hers.

“Iris, to tell ye the truth ye don’t ken me. We have never met, only in your dreams. It is taking all of my energy and willpower to be here with ye at this moment. I don’t have much time. I need your help. Ye are the only one who can help me now. Pay attention to your dreams.”

Slowly he begins to fade before her eyes ….

“Liam? …. Liam!”

Iris looks frantically around the spot where Liam had just stood moments before. It is as if he had never been there at all. The sand is untouched. Not knowing what to do or make of this Iris turns and heads back to the house.

As she turns to lock the door behind her she takes one last look out the bay window. A strong urge to sleep suddenly overwhelms her and she heads to her bedroom and falls instantly asleep.

To be continued . . . . . . .