Dance Upon the Air: Three Sisters Island Trilogy by Nora RobertsDance Upon the Air: Three Sisters Island Trilogy by Nora Roberts

Dance Upon the Air: Three Sisters Island Trilogy

byNora Roberts

Mass Market Paperback | June 1, 2001

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts—hailed by Publishers Weekly as “a storyteller of immeasurable diversity and talent”—presents the first book in her Three Sisters Island trilogy.

When Nell Channing arrives on charming Three Sisters Island, she believes that she’s finally found refuge from her abusive husband—and from the terrifying life she fled so desperately eight months ago…

Careful to conceal her true identity, she takes a job as a cook at the local bookstore café—and begins to explore her feelings for the island sheriff, Zack Todd. But there is a part of herself she can never reveal to him. One careless word, one misplaced confidence, and the new life she’s so carefully created could shatter completely.

Just as Nell starts to wonder if she’ll ever be able to break free of her fear, she realizes that the island suffers under a terrible curse—one that can only be broken by the descendants of the Three Sisters, the witches who settled the island back in 1692. And now, with the help of two other strong, gifted women—and the nightmares of the past haunting her every step—she must find the power to save her home, her love…and herself.

Don't miss the other books in the Three Sisters Island Trilogy
Heaven and Earth
Face the Fire 
Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print.From the Trade Paperback edition.
Title:Dance Upon the Air: Three Sisters Island TrilogyFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:400 pages, 6.75 × 4.19 × 1.06 inPublished:June 1, 2001Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Dance Upon the Air (Three Sisters Island #1) by Nora Roberts I enjoyed every aspect of the book. One of my favorite parts is the simple, sort of true-blue romance between Nell and Zach. So often in romance novels these days the hero is a super-alpha, or a dark and brooding alpha or a tragic alpha - which there's nothing wrong with, I love a good alpha male; it's just nice to get some variety once in a while. And that's what Zach is. He's just your normal, nice guy. Sure he's got a bit of alpha in him, but he's not dripping with testosterone. I like that. It's great to read about an everyday-type hero for a change. And I love the romance between him and Nell. It's sweet and tender and something you can honestly picture in your head. Their story is one that makes me smile while reading it.
Date published: 2017-08-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from 5star Another bestseller well done as usual quick read!!!!!!!!!!!! loved it!!!!!!!!!! nora has done it again
Date published: 2015-05-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love Trilogy Love this book. Third time reading this book.
Date published: 2014-06-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from review Love all of her books
Date published: 2014-02-18
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Witchy romance Nell Channing arrives on Three Sisters island with nothing. She happens to walk into the bookstore/cafe just as the present cook is leaving and gets the job. Nell is running from a horrid past. She faked her own death in order to escape an abusive relationship. Nell finds a place where she can heal. She finds out her boss is a witch and furthermore so is she. And most important she finds Zach. Zach is the local policeman and a genuine good guy. This is a fairly typical romance. It is nice that Nell grows and becomes the woman she can be instead of a scared rabbit. It is also nice that Zach seems to be just an ordinary nice guy instead of one of those hunks that are usually in romance stories.
Date published: 2012-12-04
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Dance upon the air Well I ordered the books in December but I havent got them yet to write the review yet As for begin a Nora Roberts I like her books
Date published: 2010-01-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent! Great characters, suspense and magic! I really enjoyed this book! Roberts does a great job of making you connect to the characters in the story very early, so that you are really invested in their lives and rooting for them almost from the first page. The magic aspect is well-written, with the introduction of the three "sisters" and their varying knowledge and participation in their abilities being quite different. There really is a character for almost anyone to connect to here. The characters of Nell, Mia and Ripley are totally different, but there is charm and humour in all three of them. The plot of this book, while predictable [once you know Nell's a battered wife hiding from her husband, you just KNOW he's going to find her] is still completely engrossing and moves at an inexorably intense pace. Roberts does her usual excellent job in ratcheting up the suspense and the closer you get to the end the more keyed up you are to find out how it will end. The story is a great set up for the next two books in this trilogy, and if you like the combination of magic and romance, I recommend this. It has all the right elements and was a terrific read!!
Date published: 2009-09-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from One of her best I love Nora Roberts though I have been disappointed with her most recent trilogies. This one reminds me of what I love about her books. This whole trilogy is great and this book is the best of the three.
Date published: 2006-06-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A real find! I am an avid Nora Roberts fan & she didn't disappoint me with this book. She kept the characters interesting & made the storyline in such a way that I couldn't put it down. I can't wait for her final novel in this series.
Date published: 2004-02-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wow !!! Heard it first on Audio Book, I loved it so much I listen a second time. Loved it even more after I bought and read it for the third time.
Date published: 2003-11-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from excellent novel Out of the three books that are in this trilogy this one by far was the best. It kept me awake many nights trying to finish reading it.
Date published: 2003-04-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from You did it again Nora! This book has been one of the best books I have ever read! I can't wait to read the next two! From the first page to that last you are the edge of your seat trying to read faster to see what happens next. Nora Roberts makes you feel like you are there, on the island. Ms. Roberts describes everyone so well that by the end you feel as if you know the characters personally. And my final words: Zach Todd, oh my! This book is well worth reading!
Date published: 2003-01-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Extremely Excellent Loved it so much I read it twice!
Date published: 2002-09-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Dance Upon the Air I couldn't put this book down...I thought about it all day at work...just wanting to get home to be able to read. Her description was so good it made me feel like I was there on Sister Island and could visualise all of the characters...Nell, Ripley, Zach...I can't wait to read the next one in this trilogy...You knew that Evan was going to end up there and find her and that Zach and Ripley and of course Mia would be there to save her. But it was still great to read it.
Date published: 2002-07-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful! I'm almost done reading this fantastic novel. Nora Roberts is an amazing author. I can't get over how wonderfully detailed this book is. I can almost smell the sea air, just like Nell did in the novel. This book is full of fantasy and romance and I think Nora Roberts does justice as she explains the life of a woman caught in a struggle between two lives as she tries to also live with the fact that she's a witch. Beautifully written!
Date published: 2002-02-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Dance Of Your Life Dance Upon the Air, by Nora Roberts, was a phenomonal novel. I have read many of her other books, but this one is the cutest, most romantic one of all. You can totally just see the characters in full colour, with the way that she describes them. I definitly recommend to read this outstanding book.
Date published: 2002-01-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Outstanding Well Ms Roberts does it again. Another Trilogy that will have the reader looking forward anxiously for the next book. If you are a fan of Nora Roberts and her books you will enjoy this story and the characters. I bought the book yesterday and finished it in the early hours of this morning. A wonderful page turner from a wonderful authour.
Date published: 2001-06-07

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Chapter OneShe kept staring straight ahead as the knuckle of land, bumpy and green with distance, began revealing its secrets. The lighthouse, of course. What was an offshore New England island without its stalwart spear? This one, pure and dazzling white, rose on a craggy cliff. Just as it should, Nell thought.There was a stone house near it, fog-gray in the sharp summer sunlight, with peaked roofs and gables and what she hoped was a widow's walk circling the top story.She'd seen paintings of the Light of the Sisters and the house that stood so strong and firm beside it. It was the one she'd seen in the little shop on the mainland, the one that had sent her impulsively to the car ferry.She'd been following impulse and instinct for six months, just two months after her meticulous and hard-worked plan had freed her.Every moment of those first two months had been terror. Then, gradually, terror had eased to anxiety, and a different kind of fear, almost like a hunger, that she would lose what she had found again.She had died so she could live.Now she was tired of running, of hiding, of losing herself in crowded cities. She wanted a home. Wasn't that what she'd always wanted? A home, roots, family, friends. The familiar that never judged too harshly.Maybe she would find some part of that here, on this spit of land cradled by the sea. Surely she could get no farther away from Los Angeles than this pretty little island-not unless she left the country altogether.If she couldn't find work on the island, she could still take a few days there. A kind of vacation from flight, she decided. She would enjoy the rocky beaches, the little village, she would climb the cliffs and roam the thick wedge of forest.She'd learned how to celebrate and cherish every moment of being. It was something she would never, ever forget again.Delighted with the scatter of clapboard cottages tucked back from the dock, she leaned on the rail of the ferry, let the wind blow through her hair. It was back to its natural sun-drenched blond. When she'd run, she'd hacked it short as a boy's, gleefully snipping off the long, tumbling curls, then dying it deep brown. Over the past months, she'd changed the color periodically-bright red, coal black, a soft sable brown. She still kept it fairly short and very straight.It said something, didn't it, that she'd finally been able to let it be. Something about reclaiming herself, she thought.Evan had liked it long, with a riot of curls. At times he had dragged her by it, across the floor, down the stairs. Using it like chains.No, she would never wear it long again.A shudder ran through her, and she glanced quickly over her shoulder, scanning the cars, the people. Her mouth went dry, her throat hot as she searched for a tall, slim man with gilded hair and eyes as pale and hard as glass.He wasn't there, of course. He was three thousand miles away. She was dead to him. Hadn't he told her a hundred times that the only way she would be free of him was in death?Helen Remington had died so Nell Channing could live.Furious with herself for going back, even for a moment in her mind, Nell tried to calm herself. She breathed in slowly. Salt air, water. Freedom.As her shoulders relaxed again, a tentative smile played around her mouth. She stayed at the rail, a small woman with short, sunny hair that danced cheerfully around a delicate face. Her mouth, unpainted and soft, curved up and teased out the hint of dimples in her cheeks. Pleasure brought a rosy glow to her skin.She wore no makeup, another deliberate act. There was a part of her that was still hiding, still hunted, and she did whatever she could to pass unnoticed.Once she had been considered a beauty, and had groomed herself accordingly. She'd dressed as she'd been told to dress, wearing sleek, sexy, sophisticated clothes selected by a man who claimed to love her above all things. She'd known the feel of silk against her skin, what it was to casually clasp diamonds around her throat. Helen Remington had known all the privileges of great wealth.And for three years had lived in fear and misery.Nell wore a simple cotton shirt over faded jeans. Her feet were comfortable in cheap white sneakers. Her only jewelry was an antique locket that had been her mother's.Some things were too precious to leave behind.As the ferry slowed to dock, she walked back to her car. She would arrive on Three Sisters with one small bag of belongings, a rusted secondhand Buick, and $208 to her name.She couldn't have been happier.Nothing, she thought as she parked the car near the docks and began to wander on foot, could have been farther from the pleasure palaces and glitz of Beverly Hills. And nothing, she realized, had ever called more truly to her soul than this little postcard village. Houses and shops were both tidy and prim with their colors faded by sea salt and sun. Cobblestone streets were curvy and whistle-clean as they climbed the hilly terrain or arrowed back to the docks.Gardens were lovingly tended, as if weeds were illegal. Dogs barked behind picket fences and children rode bikes of cherry red and electric blue.The docks themselves were a study in industry. Boats and nets and ruddy-cheeked men in tall rubber boots. She could smell fish and sweat.She hiked up the hill from the docks and turned to look back. From there she could see the tour boats plugging along in the bay, and the little sickle slash of sand beach where people spread out on towels or bobbed in the energetic surf. A little red tram with white letters that read three sisters tours was rapidly filling up with day-trippers and their cameras.Fishing and tourism, she supposed, were what kept the island afloat. But that was economics. It stood against sea, storms, and time, surviving and flourishing at its own pace. That, she thought, was courage.It had taken her too long to find her own.High Street speared across the hill. Shops and restaurants and what she supposed were island businesses lined it. One of the restaurants should be her first stop, she thought. It was possible she could hook a job as a waitress or short-order cook, at least for the summer season. If she could find work, she could hunt up a room.She could stay.In a few months, people would know her. They'd wave as she walked by, or call out her name. She was so tired of being a stranger, of having no one to talk to. No one who cared.She stopped to study the hotel. Unlike the other buildings it was stone instead of wood. Its three stories with elaborate gingerbread, iron balconies, and peaked roofs were undeniably romantic. The name suited it, she decided. The Magick Inn.It was a good bet that she'd find work there. Waitressing in the dining room, or as part of the housekeeping staff. A job was the first order of business.But she couldn't make herself go inside, deal with it. She wanted time first, a little time before she settled down to the practical.Flighty, Evan would have said. You're much too flighty and foolish for your own good, Helen. Thank God you have me to take care of you.Because his voice played all too clearly in her ears, because the words nipped at the confidence she'd slowly rebuilt, she turned deliberately away and walked in the opposite direction.She would get a damn job when she was ready to, but for now she was going to wander, to play tourist, to explore. When she was finished roaming High Street, she'd go back to her car and drive all over the island. She wouldn't even stop at the Island Tourist Board to get a map.Following her nose, she hitched up her backpack and crossed the street. She passed craft shops, gift shops, loitered at the windows. She enjoyed pretty things that sat on shelves without purpose. One day, when she settled again, she'd make a home just as she pleased, full of clutter and fun and color.An ice cream shop made her smile. There were round glass tables and white iron chairs. A family of four sat at one, laughing as they spooned up whipped cream and confetti-colored sprinkles. A boy wearing a white cap and apron stood behind the counter, and a girl in snug cutoff jeans flirted with him as she considered her choices.Nell sketched the picture in her mind and walked on.The bookstore stopped her, made her sigh. Her home would be full of books, too, but not rare first editions never meant to be opened and read. She'd have old, scarred books, shiny new paperbacks all in a jumble of stories. In fact, that was one thing she could start now. A paperback novel wouldn't add much weight to her pack if she had to move on.She looked up from the display in the window to the Gothic lettering spilling across the glass. Café Book. Well, that was perfect. She would hunt through the stacks, find something fun to read, and look through it over a cup of coffee.She stepped inside to air that was fragrant with flowers and spice, and heard music played on pipes and harps. Not only the hotel was magic, Nell thought the minute she crossed the threshold.Books, in a banquet of colors and shapes, lined deep blue shelves. Overhead, tiny pricks of light showered down from the ceiling like stars. The checkout counter was an old oak cabinet, deeply carved with winged faeries and crescent moons.A woman with dark, choppy hair sat on a high stool behind it, idly paging through a book. She glanced up and adjusted silver-framed reading glasses."Morning. Can I help you?""I'm just going to look around, if that's all right.""Enjoy. Let me know if I can help you find anything."As the clerk went back to her book, Nell roamed. Across the room two generous chairs faced a stone hearth. On the table between stood a lamp fashioned from a figurine of a robed woman with her arms lifted high. Other shelves held trinkets, statues of colored stone, crystal eggs, dragons. She wandered through, passing books on one side, rows of candles on the other.At the rear, stairs curved to the second floor. She climbed and found more books, more trinkets, and the café.Half a dozen tables of glossy wood were arranged near the front window. Along the side was a glass display and counter boasting an impressive array of pastries, sandwiches, and a kettle of that day's soup. The prices were on the high side, but not unreasonable. Nell thought she might have some soup to go with her coffee.Moving closer, she heard the voices from the open door behind the counter."Jane, this is ridiculous, and totally irresponsible.""It is not. It's Tim's big chance, and it's a way off this damn island. We're taking it.""The possibility of an audition for a play that may or may not be produced Off Broadway is not a big chance. Neither one of you will have a job. You won't—""We're going, Mia. I told you I'd work till noon today, and I worked till noon.""You told me that less than twenty-four hours ago."There was impatience in the voice-a low, lovely voice. Unable to help herself, Nell edged closer."How the hell am I going to keep the café up without anyone to cook?""It's all about you, isn't it? You can't even wish us luck.""Jane, I'll wish you a miracle, because that's what it's going to take. No, wait-don't go off in a huff."Nell caught movement in the doorway and stepped to the side. But she didn't move out of earshot."Be careful. Be happy. Oh, damn it. Blessed be, Jane.""Okay." There was a loud sniffle. "I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry for leaving you in the lurch this way. But Tim needs to do this, and I need to be with Tim. So . . . I'll miss you, Mia. I'll write."Nell managed to duck behind shelves just as a weeping woman raced out of the back and ran down the stairs."Well, isn't this just fine."Nell peeked out, blinked in automatic admiration.The woman who stood in the doorway was a vision. Nell couldn't think of another word for her. She had a mass of hair the color of autumn leaves. Reds and golds spilled over the shoulders of a long blue dress that left her arms bare to the silver bracelets that winked bright on each wrist. Her eyes, sparking with temper, were gray as smoke and dominated a flawless face. Slashing cheekbones, a full, wide mouth painted siren red. Skin like. . . Nell had heard skin compared to alabaster, but this was the first time she'd seen it.She was tall, willow-slim and perfect.Nell glanced toward the café tables to see if any of the customers who loitered there were as awestruck as she herself. But no one seemed to notice the woman or the temper swirling around her like water on the boil.She inched out to get a better look, and those gray eyes shifted. Pinned her."Hello. Can I help you?""I was . . . I thought . . . I'd like a cup of cappuccino and a bowl of soup. Please."Annoyance flashed in Mia's eyes and nearly sent Nell back behind the shelves. "I can handle the soup. We have lobster bisque today. I'm afraid the espresso machine is beyond my current capabilities."Nell looked at the beautiful copper-and-brass machine, felt a little tingle. "I could make it myself.""You know how to work this thing?""Yes, actually, I do."Considering, Mia gestured and Nell scurried behind the counter."I could make you one while I'm at it.""Why not?" Brave little rabbit, Mia mused, as she watched Nell take over the machine. "Just what sent you to my door? Backpacking?""No. Oh." Nell flushed, remembering her pack. "No, just exploring a little. I'm looking for a job, and a room.""Ah.""Excuse me, I know it was rude, but I overheard your . . . conversation. If I understand it correctly, you're in a bit of a jam. I can cook."Mia watched the steam rise, listened to the hiss. "Can you?""I'm a very good cook." Nell offered Mia the frothing coffee. "I've done catering, I've worked in a bakery, and I've waitressed. I know how toprepare food and how to serve it.""How old are you?""Twenty-eight.""Do you have a criminal record?"A giggle nearly burst out of Nell's throat. For a moment it danced lively in her eyes. "No. I'm tediously honest, a dependable worker and a creative cook."Don't babble, don't babble! she ordered herself, but she couldn't seem to stop. "I need the job because I'd like to live on the island. I'd like a job here because I enjoy books and I liked the, well, the feel of your shop as soon as I walked in."Intrigued, Mia angled her head. "And what did you feel?""Possibilities."Excellent answer, Mia mused. "Do you believe in possibilities?"Nell considered. "Yes. I've had to.""Excuse me?" A couple stepped up to the counter. "We'd like to have two iced mochas and two of those éclairs.""Of course. Just a moment." Mia turned back to Nell. "You're hired. Apron's in the back. We'll work out the details later today." She sipped her cappuccino. "Well done," she added and stepped out of the way. "Oh-what's your name?""I'm Nell. Nell Channing.""Welcome to Three Sisters, Nell Channing."Mia Devlin ran Café Book the way she ran her life. With a style born out of instinct, and largely for her personal amusement. She was a crafty businesswoman who enjoyed making a profit. But always on her own terms.What bored her, she ignored. What intrigued her, she pursued.At the moment, Nell Channing intrigued her.If Nell had been exaggerating her skills, Mia would have fired her as quickly as she'd hired her, and with no regret. She may have, if the spirit moved her, helped Nell secure a job elsewhere. But that wouldn't have taken much time, or interfered with her business.She'd have taken that step only because something about Nell had tugged at her the instant those big blue eyes met hers.Injured innocence. That had been Mia's first impression, and she trusted her first impressions implicitly. Competence as well, Mia thought, though the confidence was a little shaky.Still, once Nell had suited up and started work at the café, she'd steadied in that area, too.Mia observed her through the afternoon, noted that she handled the food orders, the customers, the cash register, and the baffling mystery of the espresso machine smoothly.They'd need to spruce her up a bit, Mia decided. They were casual on the island, but the ancient jeans were a bit too laid-back for Mia's personal taste.Satisfied for the moment, Mia walked back into the café kitchen. It impressed her that the counters and appliances were clean. Jane had never managed to be a tidy cook, even though most of the baked goods had been prepared by her off-site."Nell?"Taken by surprise, Nell jolted and spun around from the stove, where she'd been scrubbing burners. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at Mia and the young woman beside her."Didn't mean to startle you. This is Peg. She works the counter from two to seven.""Oh. Hello.""Hi. Jeez, I can't believe Jane and Tim are just leaving. New York City!" Peg sounded a bit envious. She was little and perky, with a mop of curly hair bleached nearly white. "Jane made awesome blueberry muffins.""Yes, well, Jane and her muffins aren't here anymore. I need to talk to Nell now, so you're in charge of the café.""No problem. Catch you later, Nell.""Why don't we use my office? We'll get to those details. We're open from ten to seven, summer hours. In the winter we cut back and close at five. Peg prefers the afternoon shift. She likes to party and isn't a morning person. In any case, since we start serving at ten, I'll need you here in the morning.""That's okay with me." She followed Mia up another flight of steps. She hadn't paid attention, Nell realized. She hadn't known the shop had three floors. A few months before, she would never have missed that detail. She'd have checked out the space, the exits.Relaxing didn't mean getting sloppy, she reminded herself. She had to be ready, at any time, to run again.They passed a large storeroom, lined with bookshelves and stacked with boxes, then went through a doorway into Mia's office.The antique cherry desk suited her, Nell thought. She imagined Mia surrounded by the rich and the beautiful. There were flowers here, and thriving plants, little bits of crystal and polished rocks in bowls. Along with the stylish furnishings were a top-of-the-line computer, a fax, filing cabinets, and shelves for publishers' catalogs. Mia gestured to a chair and took the one behind the desk for herself."You had a few hours in the café, so you've seen the type of fare we offer. There's a specialty sandwich each day, the day's soup, a small selection of alternate sandwiches. Two or three varieties of cold salads. Pastries, cookies, muffins, biscotti. In the past I left the menu choices up to the cook. Are you comfortable with that?""Yes, ma'am.""Please, I'm barely a year older than you. It's Mia. Until we're sure this is going to work, I'd prefer you make up the next day's menu for my approval." She took a legal pad out of the drawer, passed it across the desk. "Why don't you write down what you have in mind for tomorrow?"Panic wanted to crawl through her, tremble in her fingers. Nell took a deep breath, waited until her mind was blank and clear, then began to write. "This time of year, I think we should keep the soups light. Herbed consommé. Tortellini salad, a white bean, and a shrimp. I'd do a spiced-chicken pita for the sandwich, and a vegetarian selection, but I'd have to see what's in season. I can make you tarts, again depending on what looks good fruit-wise. The éclairs are popular—I can duplicate those. A six-layer chocolate-and-cream torte. Awesome blueberry muffins, as well as walnut. You're low on hazelnut biscotti. Cookies? Chocolate chip is never wrong. Macadamia. Instead of a third cookie, I'd offer brownies. I make an irresistible triple-fudge brownie.""How much can you prepare on-site?""All of it, I guess. But if you're going to serve the pastries and muffins starting at ten, I'll need to start about six.""If you had your own kitchen?""Oh, well." What a lovely fantasy that was. "I'd prep some of the menu the night before, bake fresh in the morning.""Um-hmm. How much money do you have, Nell Channing?""Enough.""Don't be prickly," Mia advised breezily. "I can advance you a hundred dollars. Going against a salary, to start, of seven an hour. You'll log your shopping, cooking hours daily. You'll charge what you need, food-wise, to the store's account. I'll want the receipts, again daily."When Nell opened her mouth to speak, Mia simply lifted one slim, coral-tipped finger. "Wait. You'll be expected to serve and to clear tables when there's a rush, and to assist customers in the book section on your level during lulls. You get two half-hour breaks, Sundays off, and a fifteen percent employee discount on purchases, not including food or drink—which unless you turn out to be a glutton, will be part of your perks. With me so far?""Yes, but I—""Good. I'm here every day. If you have a question or problem you can't handle, get me. If I'm not available, go to Lulu. She's usually at the counter on the main floor, and she knows everything. You look quick enough to catch on; if you don't know an answer, don't be afraid to ask. Now, you're looking for a place to stay.""Yes." It was like being swept away by a fast, unexpected wind. "I hope to—""Come with me." Mia pulled a set of keys out of a drawer, pushed away from the desk and clipped out-she wore gorgeous, needle-thin heels, Nell noted.Once they were on the main level, she walked straight toward a rear door. "Lulu!" she called out. "Back in ten."Feeling clumsy and foolish, Nell followed her through the back exit and into a small garden paved with stepping-stones. A huge black cat sunned itself on one of them and blinked open one luminous gold eye as Mia stepped nimbly over."That's Isis. She won't trouble you.""She's beautiful. Is the garden your work?""Yes. No place is a home without flowers. Oh, I didn't ask—do you have transportation?""Yes, I have a car. It can loosely be called transportation.""That's handy. You won't have far to go, but it'd be troublesome to cart your goods on foot every day." At the edge of the lot she turned left, kept up her brisk pace, passed the backs of shops, across from neatly kept houses."Ms.—I'm sorry, I don't know your last name.""It's Devlin, but I told you to call me Mia.""Mia, I'm grateful for the job. For the chance. And I can promise you, you won't be sorry. But . . . can I ask where we're going?""You need a place." She turned a corner, stopped and gestured. "That should do it."Across the narrow side street sat a little yellow house, like a cheerful sunbeam at the edge of a tiny grove of stunted trees. The shutters were white, as was the narrow strip of porch. There were flowers there, too, in a happy dance of bright summer colors.It sat back from the road on a neat square of lawn with trees tucking it into shade and dappled sunlight."Is this your house?" Nell asked."Yes. For the moment." Jingling the keys, Mia walked up the flagstone path. "I bought it last spring."Had been compelled to, Mia remembered. An investment, she'd told herself. Though she, a businesswoman down to the bone, had done nothing so far about renting it out. She'd waited, just as, she understood, the house had waited. She unlocked the front door, stepped back. "It's been blessed.""Excuse me?"Mia only nodded. "Welcome."The furnishings were sparse. A simple sofa that desperately needed re-covering, a deep-cushioned chair, a scatter of tables."Bedrooms on either side, though the one to the left is more suited to an office or study. The bathroom's minute, but charming, and the kitchen's been modernized and should do very well. It's straight back. I've worked on the gardens, but they need more care. There's no AC, but the furnace works. Still, you'll be glad the fireplace works as well come January.""It's wonderful." Unable to resist, Nell wandered, poking her head in the main bedroom where a pretty bed with a white iron headboard stood. "Like a fairy cottage. You must love living here.""I don't live here. You do."Nell turned back, slowly. There was Mia, in the center of the little room, her hands cupped together with the keys in her palm. Light beamed through the two front windows and seemed to set her hair to flame."I don't understand.""You need a place, I have a place. I live on the cliffs. I prefer it there. This is your place, for now. Don't you feel it?"She only knew she felt happy, and full of nerves at the same time. And that the moment she'd stepped into the house, she'd wanted to stretch and settle, very much like the cat in the sunshine."I can stay here?""Life's been hard, hasn't it?" Mia murmured. "That you'd tremble at good fortune. You'll pay rent, for nothing that comes free holds its value. We'll work the terms out of your salary. Settle in. You'll have to come back and sign forms and so on. But that can wait for the morning. Island Market is your best source for the ingredients you'll need for tomorrow's menu. I'll let them know you're coming, so you can charge to the store account. Any pots, pans, whatever are your expense, but I'll float that until the end of the month. I expect to see you, and your creations, by nine-thirty sharp."She stepped over and dropped the keys into Nell's limp hand. "Any questions?""Too many to know where to begin. I don't know how to thank you.""Don't waste your tears, little sister," Mia replied. "They're too precious. You'll work hard for what you make here.""I can't wait to get started." Nell held out her hand. "Thank you, Mia."Their hands touched, clasped. A spark snapped out, blue as flame and quickly gone. With a half laugh, Nell jerked back. "Must be a lot of static, or something, in the air.""Or something. Well, welcome home, Nell." Turning, Mia started for the door."Mia." Emotion gathered in her throat, ached there. "I said this was like a fairy cottage. You must be my fairy godmother."Mia's smile was dazzling, and her laughter low and rich as warmed cream. "You'll find out soon enough I'm far from it. I'm just a practical witch. Don't forget to bring me the receipts," she added and quietly closed the door behind her.—Reprinted from Dance Upon the Air by Nora Roberts by permission of Jove, a member of Penguin Putnam Inc. Copyright © 2001. All rights reserved. This excerpt, or any parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

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