Cait's hands trembled as she gripped the wheel on the drive out to the Donovans' house. She replayed the ugly scene with Ellen in her head.

Ellen had known that something was off about Cait. Perhaps she had heard rumors that Grace's Cove had a few mystical touches to the village, Cait thought. She tried to shake off the feeling of being called a freak and instead focused on how to tell Shane what she had discovered about his business manager.

If Cait went and told him, Shane would ask for proof. Cait had nothing to give and it would be her word against Ellen's. Would Shane believe her? Cait wondered if she could tell him about her ability or not. Remembering how he had dismissed her ambitions the night before, Cait slammed the door shut on that thought.

And yet… Cait pounded her fist on the steering wheel. She couldn't let Shane continue to get ripped off either. Her thoughts in a whirlwind, Cait pulled into the drive at the Donovans' cottage.

Getting out of her car, Cait stretched and took a deep breath, allowing the soft summer breeze to calm her down. The door cracked open and Mr. Donovan popped his head out.

"Ah, Cait, I hear you've been fighting on the streets this morning!" Mr. Donovan waved cheerfully and came out to greet her.

"Seriously? Already?" It never ceased to surprise Cait how quickly gossip traveled in their small village. She supposed she should be used to it by now.

"Now, Cait, this is exciting stuff here," Mr. Donovan joked and led her around the corner of the house to where Mrs. Donovan sat in the shade, enjoying the view of the water. Two dogs raced across the grass to sniff at Cait's feet. Automatically she reached down to pet them.

"Hi, Mrs. Donovan," Cait called and felt a warm rush of happiness go through her when the old woman's face lit up.

Cait took the seat next to Mrs. Donovan and Mr. Donovan rushed to bring another chair forward, eager to hear the gossip.

"Cait got herself into a fight this morning, dear," Mr. Donovan said. Mrs. Donovan raised an eyebrow at Cait.

"I did, at that," Cait said. She opened her mind to Mrs. Donovan.

"Well, I'm sure that she had it coming to her," Mrs. Donovan said.

Cait laughed and reached out to pat the old woman on the shoulder. "She did indeed."

"What did she say?" Mr. Donovan asked.

"She said that the other girl probably had it coming to her," Cait said.

"Well, of course she did. I've never known you to fight. Break up a fight, yes. Restore order, yes, but fight? Never," Mr. Donovan said briskly.

Cait leaned back in her chair and stretched her legs out, allowing the calmness of her surroundings to soak into her bones.

"I have a problem," Cait admitted.

"Tell us, we'd love to help you," Mr. Donovan said immediately. Mrs. Donovan gave a subtle nod with her head.

"I found out some information this morning. About Shane. And I didn't find it out in a normal way," Cait said, raising a finger to her head.

The Donovans watched her, waiting for her to go on.

"And, I…I think that I may have fallen for him." Cait raised her hands and let them drop back into her lap.

"Ah," Mr. Donovan said.

"I can't tell him about this information without telling him about my ability. I'm scared that he'll walk away from me," Cait said.

"How bad is this information? Is this what you were fighting about?" Mr. Donovan asked.

"It was and it's bad. It will hurt him and his business significantly," Cait said.

"Well, if you love him, you must tell him," Mrs. Donovan said.

"But I can't prove it. That's the problem," Cait protested.

"Does he love you?" Mr. Donovan asked.

"I suppose that is the question, isn't it?" Cait whispered.

"Is there any way that you can show him what he needs to know about his business without telling him about your ability? Gather proof?" Mr. Donovan asked.

Cait sat forward and thought about that. If she went to Galway and confronted Ellen, perhaps she could gather more information. Or, maybe she could gather some clues from the various people that lived in his investment properties. She'd be a detective!

"If I go to Galway, I bet that I could confront her and get what I need," Cait said.

"Tell him about you. Trust him to believe in you," Mrs. Donovan urged.

Cait sighed. "How? How can I trust him with this? What man would want to be with a freak like me?" Cait whispered, tears pricking her eyes.

"That's nonsense," Mr. Donovan said briskly. "I can tell you that after years of living with a woman, she can read your mind whether she has the ability to or not. You're a fine woman, Cait Gallagher, with a heart pure as sunlight."

Heat crept up Cait's cheeks and she couldn't help but smile at Mr. Donovan.

"He's right, Cait. Don't go to Galway. Tell him how you know. Trust him to believe in you. Give him the chance to believe in who you are," Mrs. Donovan urged.

"I don't know if I can do that yet," Cait said.

"It's true, what he says about relationships. When you love someone for so long, you fall into this rhythm of knowing who they are, what they want, and what they are thinking. You don't need to be a mind reader to know when they are mad at you or unhappy, you just feel it," Mrs. Donovan said.

"Look at how you have helped us. You're no freak. You're special," Mr. Donovan said.

"Well, thank you, and speaking of that, how can I help you both today?" Cait said, switching the subject. She needed some time to think.

Cait spent the next hour giving Mr. Donovan instructions on how to run the household, errands to do, and suggestions for Mrs. Donovan's medical care. Towards the end, she just acted as an interpreter for the couple, allowing them to laugh and enjoy a conversation about local gossip. When it came time for her to go, Cait could feel that her mood had lifted a bit.

Bending over, she pressed a kiss to Mrs. Donovan's papery cheek. The old woman clasped her arm.

"Tell him. Have faith in him," Mrs. Donovan urged.

"We'll see," Cait said.

"Will you come on Monday, still?"

"Of course, you can plan for it. I like being here," Cait said.

Mr. Donovan led her to her car. He stopped her before she got in and embraced her in a big bear hug. Cait allowed herself to relax into the hug and inhaled the scent of cigar and soap.

"You're a good girl, Cait. Shane would be lucky to have you," Mr. Donovan said.

"Thanks, Mr. D. That means a lot," Cait said.

Smiling, she backed out of their driveway and followed the road towards the village. She opened her windows to the ocean breeze. Should she tell Shane? Cait allowed the thought to circle her head all the way into town. Finally, she drew her car up in front of Shane's office, knowing that he was probably working today. Sitting in her car, she stared at his office for several minutes, her stomach in knots.

Could she just go in there and tell him that she had read Ellen's mind and that she was skimming the books on him? Cait clutched the wheel and a faint sheen of sweat broke out across her brow. The Donovans made it seem so easy. Paralyzed by fear, Cait drew in a deep breath before finally shifting her car out of park and down the lane.

Reaching for her cell phone, she called the pub.

"Patrick, can you handle the shifts today? Maybe call Annie in? I need the day off," Cait said into the phone as she passed the sign pointing towards Galway.