My name's Vivian Kinneally, and I can't believe this is happening to me. I just moved here to Portland, Oregon, to take over a business left to me by my favorite aunt--nothing earth-shattering...or so you'd think, right? I've always been a little bit psychic--but my powers never hinted at what was to come when I let three gorgeous, terrified women into my home at 6:45 this morning. As The Fates would have it (did I mention these supermodel lookalikes are The Fates?) my life was about to change forever . It seems they're temporarily powerless, and need my help to escape a mysterious enemy. Knowing I can't do it alone, they've sent me in search of one Dexter Grant. And now that I've found him...wow. We're talking Superman, here--hold the tights, cape, and big red "S". I've always been an independent kind of gal, but something about this guy makes me want to let him fly me to Paris--and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't need a plane to do it....