He eased far enough away to switch on the bedside lamp, then blinked in the sudden glow.
Raising himself on his elbow, he smiled down at Rachel.
“Would you have believed that could happen if anyone had told you?”
“No.”
“We’ve found something nobody else has.”
“Maybe somebody,” she answered.
“Who?”
“People like us.”
Who would that be? he asked himself.
“Maybe Evelyn Morgan came to town to give us a heads-up.”
Some of the conversation was spoken, some was in their minds. It didn’t matter which as they lay there in bed, curled together.
She nodded gravely. “And now she’s dead.”
“And we have to figure out what she wanted to tell us.”
Isn’t this enough?
You know it isn’t. That guy’s still after us. And the cops.
She winced. “I’d kind of pushed that to the back of my mind.”
“So did I. Which was good, because we needed to focus on each other.”
To keep our heads from exploding,she clarified.
A nice way to put it, but yeah.
It was your thought.
“This isn’t productive,” he finally said.We have to find out what Evelyn Morgan wanted to tell us.
He could feel her thinking–and when an idea came into her head, he didn’t have to ask what it was.
Still, she said it aloud, maybe to test it. “The Tarot deck she handled is in my shop. If I do a reading with it, maybe I can get more insight into what she wanted.”
“Kind of dangerous going back there.”
She ignored the observation and went on. “But we need clues. We can’t just keep running.”
He sighed. “All right. But not until tomorrow.”
She laughed. “I think I know why. You want to find out if making love is going to give us a headache again.”
“I don’t think it will. Like what you said about a woman’s virginity. The first time has unpleasant aspects. But you’re right. We’d better find out.”
Rachel woke and felt a moment of disorientation. Then she felt Jake lying next to her. Not just his body but his mind, so open and vulnerable to her that she could barely breathe.
I know, his voice echoed in her head as he reached for her. She came into his arms.
