Chapter 4

• When she opened them, they were standing in the middle of a kitchen. With her eyes wide, she looked up at him and then down at herself. She was in her blue sweater and jeans. Her jacket and mitts were gone. “That’s a neat trick.”
• He laughed. “In this place, if you can think it, you can do it.”
• She smirked up at him. “I’ll have to remember that.” She stepped back from him and turned to look around. It was a sparsely decorated apartment, very clearly one of a bachelors. Turning slowly again, she noticed the photo on the wall. She walked over toward it. A man stood in uniform with his arm around a male teen and a small, rounded woman. They appeared to be very happy. She leaned closer and studied the boy. It had to be Dominic with those eyes. “Your father was a law officer?”