Like coming home.
To a life I never knew.
They basked in the wonder of it as they began to kiss and stroke each other. A couple making lazy love in the morning.Only it was so much more. They were strengthening the link between them.
Finally, the need for fuel drove them from the motel. They were both feeling wonderful. Yet she knew they were both unsettled as well.
Jake squeezed her hand.
Be careful what you wish for.
Are you sorry?
Of course not,he answered.
But she knew it wasn’t entirely true. The lack of mental privacy was too much a part of the equation.
We’ll figure out how to deal with it.
We hope.
If that guy doesn’t get us.
He won’t.
She wanted to cling to Jake’s reassurance. But the man who kept finding them seemed to have superhuman powers, at least with regard to getting up and walking away from injuries that would have landed anyone else in the hospital.
Jake pulled his hand away, lessening the mental connection between them.
When they passed a pancake house, she wanted to stop.
Sorry. Too public.
I know.
They settled for a quick breakfast from the drive-through of a fast-food restaurant.
“Forget the pancake place,” Jake muttered. “We should be celebrating at a special breakfast. Maybe at Brennan’s.”
She smiled at him as she took in the mental picture he was projecting. The two of them at an elegantly set table, sipping mimosas as they waited for their orders of eggs Benedict.
We’ve got plenty of time for that.
Butthis is our only first morning after.
She laid her hand over his. There was nothing either ofthem could say that the other wasn’t thinking. It should have been a magical time for them. Instead, they were dodging a killer–and the cops. And they didn’t even know what the killer was after. Something to do with Evelyn Morgan. But what?
Jake stayed under the speed limit on the way back to town, and they both kept an eye out for patrol officers who might be looking for the man and woman murder team.
“What do you think they found at the crime scene that pointed back to us?” she asked. “I mean, it might not be evidence the guy planted at all.”
“We both touched her.”
“You mean, we left DNA? I don’t think it works that way.”
“Well, let’s go low tech. Maybe she had both our phone numbers and addresses with her. That might do it. Maybe she wrote something down about us, and the cops have the information.”
“That guy said he got my name from her day book.”
