The sun was far too bright for Holly’s liking as she shoved the oversized cooler into the trunk of the SUV. "You’re remarkably efficient today," Pete joked, tossing a bag of charcoal on top of the gear. "Most people dread the three-hour drive to the Blackwood site. You’re acting like we’re headed to Disney World." Holly just smiled, her mind flashing back to the dream she’d had a week ago—the rain, the transparent tank to...