Melissa poured herself a glass of wine in an effort to relax and contain her sense of panic. She had never lived through a hurricane before. Now what?... She didn’t know what to do other than hunker down, so she grabbed a bunch of blankets and her wine, curling up on the couch to watch the storm coverage and pray. Melissa’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. Bewildered, she looked through the keyhole to see a very attractive man dressed in a polo and khaki pants. She opened. He tried to ignore it and took another sip of his tea.“And she knows you’re feeling it?” Belita raised an eyebrow.Will shuddered. “That’s probably why she’s doing it. Or, at least one of the reasons.”Belita looked amused.“So what’s goin’ tae happen when she goes off? Do ye just feel it, or will ye go off too?” Belita asked. She sat on the edge of the desk and crossed the leg closest to Will over the other one, turning her body to lean on one arm so she could look at Will while she sipped her. I had written three more Battle Babes, and was thinking of winding it down. They had been fun to write, and had made me very rich, but I was tired of them. I was looking for an epic way to end it.To my amazement, one of my mysteries made the bestseller lists. The lead character, private detective and struggling actor Dirk Hanson stood six feet three, had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes, classic good looks and a body that looked like it was chiseled in stone. His nickname in the industry. "I drove it dummy, how'd you think I got it here?" I mean where's the road you used?" I asked."Oh, there was a nice nearly road with only a few saplings in it. I got off that when I figured my gas was about gone," she said."Do you think you can find it again?" Sure, it's only about a mile to it from here," she said and struck out for it while we followed.When we reached it I was amazed. She was right, it was a lot more nearly a road than the one I'd had to clear. I wondered how I'd missed it.