Holly shook her head. “But I can’t.”
He floated toward Holly, but Joy blocked his way. “I think you’ve done enough.”
He stared at her. His anger at Holly didn’t make sense. He was law enforcement.He kept his cool, his objectivity. Why be angry at—he was angry at the wrong woman. “Cameron Douglas, come here!”
Joy’s eyes grew round. “What are you doing? You can’t call him here.”
He lifted his head to shout toward the ceiling. “Cameron Douglas, your wife needs help!”
Joy grabbed him as if she could stop him from shouting. “Malcolm, don’t. Please.”
He stared into her eyes which were filledfear. “Why not?”
“I’m afraid for you.”
He grabbed her shoulders. “Why?”
She looked away.
He’d seen something there. He had to know why.
“What’s going on?” Cameron Douglas floated through the ceiling and directly toward Holly. “Hen, are you okay?”
She shook her head.
He threw them a look of rage before he gathered his wife into his arms.
At his boss’s contact with his wife, a small doubtcrept into Malcolm’s conscience. Could the man keep his time with her limited, or had he just sentenced Cameron to a ghostly existence?
He pushed the thought away. If he was right, this was Cameron’s test and he had his own woman to deal with. Without a word, he let go of her shoulders, grabbed her hand and swept them into the ether.
Joy tried to pull away. “We can’t leave. We have to fix thiswith Cameron.”
Her struggles were fierce, but he was far stronger. The ether cleared as he landed them in his living room and he let her go.
She spun on him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “We need to go back. Don’t you understand? Cameron will dismiss you and you’ll never be seen again.”
His heart lurched. “Why do you care if that happens?”
“Because I don’t want you to disappear. Don’tyou understand?”
His chest tightened as emotion threatened to choke off his words. He lowered his voice. “Joy, why don’t you want me to disappear.”
She pushed a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. “I care about you.”
He forced himself not to cross the room and take her in his arms. “Why?”
At that, she rolled her eyes. “You can’t figure that out?”
He shook his head. He needed to hearit.
“I care because you’re kind and honorable and caring and smart and…” she shrugged.
“And what?” She made him sound like a paragon of virtue which he wasn’t, but he needed to hear everything.
A tremulous smile formed on her lips. “And you’re sexy squared to the tenth power.”
His ego swelled at her words, but it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. He finally moved toward her.
