Authors: Chris Redding
She shrugged. “He thinks he is, but he isn’t. Mark falls in love ten times a day. And, trust me, none of them look like me.”
“Believe what you want. Do you feel that for him?”
“Why do you want to know?”
He dropped his arm back to his side. “Because I think I’d like to get to know you better, but I’m not going to interfere in an ongoing relationship.”
“We’re just friends.”
“Then I can do this.”
Without using his hands, he leaned into her and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. She trembled, but didn’t break away. His hormones agreed that she had experience kissing and he was rock hard with no preamble.
When he stopped she brushed past him, her face flushed. “I have to go,” she mumbled and failed to close the door behind her.
***
Grace’s heart hammered in her chest her whole ride home. She couldn’t stop touching her lips. Zach had seared his mark on them. That kiss had been more powerful than a lightning strike. Her emotions were getting stronger. Oh God. The sinking feeling in her chest told her she’d fallen in love with Zachary Holten.
Was there ever a more unlikely pair? He didn’t believe her gift. She was about to lose it before she could save Dolores. How’s that for irony?
Getting out of the car she stared up at the stars. If she didn’t save Dolores, she could have Zach. Not willing to entertain that thought she shook herself, mentally and physically.
Her mother had told her it would be a sin not to use her powers, but her mother hadn’t when her father had been killed. Grace didn’t understand until she became an adult that her mother had no choice. Her powers were waning and she didn’t want to disrupt her only daughter’s life.
No lights shone in Grace’s apartment.
Mark only murmured in his sleep on her sofa bed. Where was she supposed to sleep? Guess the chair would be it tonight.
But Dolores had several empty beds at her house tonight.
Grace crept out of her apartment and found a spare key. She slipped into Dolores’ house and chose a bed in the guest bedroom. The upstairs bath smelled of blood, still, but she was too weary to clean it.
“First thing in the morning.”
Only in her underwear, she slid into cool sheets and was asleep in seconds.
A noise woke her. When she didn’t hear it again she assumed it had been part of some dream. The clock on the nightstand read three. She snuggled further into the pillow.
Another noise had her on high alert.
Grabbing for her clothes she kept one ear cocked for another noise. Glass broke, but she couldn’t tell what room the sound came from. She wasn’t that familiar with the house layout.
With her clothes back on, she crept out into the hallway. Then she remembered her cell phone. Crawling under the bed, she dialed 9-1-1 then Zach who didn’t answer.
“Damn.”
Someone moved towards where she hid under the bed. Her phone rang. The footsteps stopped. She shut down the offending noise and held her breath.
The intruder didn’t make a sound.
She couldn’t see shoes under the bedroom door, but sensed someone on the other side of the door. Her heart pounded in her chest and only her self-control kept her from gasping for air.
The door creaked open. She hadn’t remade the bed so the intruder would know someone had been there.
Without a plan, she waited for a siren. Her teeth chattered as her hands sweat.
Two shots rang out sounding like puffs of air, then the footsteps retreated. A siren in the distance had Grace sliding out from under the bed.
The room went a hazy and she sunk to her knees hoping she could stay conscious. Relief sapped her strength. Her breath came out in rasps.
Footsteps again, but she had no will to move.
“Grace?”
Zach.
“I’m in the bedroom.”
Mark was on his heels. Zach knelt beside her and gathered her into his arms.
The colors danced, but Grace reveled in his warmth as she began to shiver. She clung to him as if he stood between her and death. Mark remained silent in the background. “The killer.”
“Did you see him?”
“Only his shoes and not a good look at them.”
“The back door has a broken pane of glass,” Zach said.
Grace blinked. That wasn’t right. Dolores had let her killer into her house. “But Dolores knew her killer.”
“What?”
“There was no sign of forced entry when she died. And the killer set the house on fire.”
Zach sighed and pulled her close. “Can you talk to the police?”
“Sure.”
“Don’t mention all this stuff. By the way, what were you doing here?” he asked.
Grace looked over his shoulder to Mark. “Someone was sleeping in my bed.”
Chapter Eighteen
Zach paced outside in the warm night while detectives questioned Grace.
Mark had disappeared when the police arrived. Zach thanked his stars for that. He found the squat man annoying and wondered how he ever thought Grace would be his lover.
His phone rang.
“Holten.”
“Zach.”
Dolores. What was she doing up in the middle of the morning? The time on his watch surprised him. He’d been here for two hours.
“Lors.”
“I heard there’s some trouble at my house?”
“How’d you find out?”
“I know other cops besides you. What happened?”
A crime scene tech dusted the back door for prints.
“Someone broke in and tried to kill Grace.”
“Grace? Who’d want to kill her?”
“Maybe they were looking for you.”
“Me? In Grace’s apartment?”
“They broke into your house.”
“Was anything stolen? Is Grace okay?”
“Slow down. Grace is fine,” he said.
Grace walked out of Dolores’ house looking as if she’d been run over by a truck.
“Lors, let me call you back. In fact, I’ll come by later and I’m sure one of the detectives will be by to talk to you.”
“Okay. I’m getting out today.”
“Good.”
He clicked off his phone his attention riveted on Grace. He hung up on his past while walking towards his future. Some primitive part of him knew that Grace was what lay ahead for him. Liking the idea, he quickened his pace.
The detectives waved then left. They’d talk to him later.
Her shoulders slumped so she looked bent in half.
Without thinking, purely on instinct, he pulled her into his arms. She shuddered. But didn’t pull away.
Instead her arms wrapped around him like a vise. Any part of her body that could, was touching his. His body reacted.
“Grace.”
That one word held for him a hope for the future. More than Dolores ever had. But what could he do? His job took up so much of his time and her talk about time travel and having been here before didn’t sit well in his rational brain.
“Let’s get you home.”
She shook her head against his chest, then stepped back. Her face became a study in composure as if she hadn’t been shot at. “I’ll be fine.”
“It’s okay. I’m here.”
Her head cocked. “I’m fine.”
Her voice came from deep inside of her, sounding hollow and far away.
“Someone tried to kill you tonight. You can’t be okay.”
“Someone tried to kill Dolores.”
He took her ice cold hands in his. “You don’t know that.”
“Why would they expect me to be there? No one knew I was sleeping there.”
“They went for the guest bedroom, not where Dolores sleeps.”
She nodded. “Good point. None of this makes sense.”
“Let’s have this conversation in your apartment.”
“Where’d Mark go?”
“I don’t know. He disappeared when the cops got here.”
She frowned. “That’s not like him.”
Zach figured it was completely in his character, but maybe he had a biased opinion of the weasel. Not in his best interests to criticize Mark, he didn’t comment. “Coffee?”
“No, I don’t need the caffeine.”
Grace sat on her open sofa bed, looking out the window into the dark night. The bags under her eyes had grown to steamer trunks. He searched for a glass then filled it with water.
She took it without looking at him. Not only didn’t she acknowledge it, she didn’t drink any either.
“Grace.”
“Yeah?”
Her gaze trudged over to him. “You want to stay at my place tonight? I don’t think you should be here. The killer could come back.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve said that several times and you haven’t convinced me yet.”
A sigh parted her lips. “Maybe I’m not fine. I’m a little spooked. I’ve never been shot at.”
“Can you remember anything about the person?”
She put up her hand. “I don’t need another interrogation right now.”
He sat, pressing his lips together. Once a cop, always a cop. What she needed was a friend since her best one wasn’t anywhere to be found. “The detectives will need to talk to Mark.”
“Mark? Why?”
“He was here. He may have seen something or heard something.”
Her head shook. “Mark sleeps like the dead.”
An uneasy feeling swept over him. She knew some intimate details for such a platonic relationship. “Well, they need to hear that from him. Do you know where he would have gone? Does he have any friends in town?”
“None other than me that I know of.”
Her exhaustion was written on her face, but he couldn’t let it go. They had to find Mark. “Think, Grace. Would he go to a hotel? Did he have a frequent flyer card or one of those ones from a hotel chain?”
Her gaze slid away from him. “I don’t know, really. Can I just go to sleep?”
He bit his tongue. He wasn’t helping her this way. Besides it wasn’t his case despite the fact that he was taking it personally. “Pack a bag. We’re going to my place.”
She blinked at him as if not understanding. “I have a bed here.”
He jammed a hand through his hair, yanking out a lock from the band that held it back. “And you aren’t safe, here. The cops have a guy posted on the street, but he may not be able to stay here all night.”
He stood signaling that the conversation was done. At least in his mind. Opening a closet door, he discovered an empty backpack. He dropped it onto the bed next to her.
“I don’t like running.”
“Oh? I think now might be the best time to run.”
Grasping her hand, he pulled her to her feet. She gasped and tugged at her hand. “Why would the killer come back?”
“He knows he didn’t get you,” Zach said.
“If he knew I wasn’t there he wouldn’t have shot at the bed.”
Good point, but he wasn’t leaving her here. “Maybe in the dark, the covers looked like a person.”
She didn’t believe him. “No, he was making a point.”
“Which would be?”
“That he was going to get me.”
He gritted his teeth, then worked to relax his jaw muscles. He hoped his voice didn’t come out strained. She was trying his patience. “Then you should come with me.”
Her frown told him she hadn’t realized her argument was circular. She hadn’t wanted to come back and prove his point correct.
Her shoulders slumped further. “Okay,” she said, defeat tinting her words.
She stood and as if on autopilot, then threw clothes into a backpack. When she finished, she looked at him her eyes lidded. “Let’s go.”
***
Grace just wanted to sleep. She didn’t care if she did it leaning against a wall. Or in the front seat of Zach’s car. He’d refused to let her drive and promised to drop her back home later in the day.
Thankfully, she had the day off, but she knew she had to be back for when Dolores would come home.
Zach led her into his apartment. “Sit. I need to put some clean sheets on the bed.”
“I’ll take the couch.”
She had to catch some shut eye before the afternoon.
“No. You’ll take the bed. I don’t have any appointments this morning, but I need to get stuff done here.”
Grace nodded, the fight out of her for the moment.
She must have dozed off because Zach shook her. “Grace.”
“Huh?”
“Go get undressed. You want a bath or something?”
“No.”
He took her hand. His warmth infused into her as the usual colors dance. Today they were yellow and green, leaving her wondering what that meant. She didn’t understand anything anymore.
Right now, she couldn’t wrap her brain around any explanation, but the colors were inviting. She didn’t feel dizzy, but she couldn’t see so she let Zach lead her.
He left her to her undressing which she did quickly, leaving on her underwear. Sliding into the sheets, her body sighed as if this were her own bed returned to after a long absence.
Something wasn’t right. She tossed and turned. She couldn’t get comfortable.
“Grace?”
Zach stood in the doorway. His shape was silhouetted by the beam cast by the hall light.
“What?”
“Are you okay?”
He came into the room and settled on the edge of the bed.
“I guess I can’t sleep. My birthday is today. I was born in the afternoon so I’m not officially thirty until it’s seven in the evening.”
“And why is that significant?”
“I’ll lose my powers when I’m thirty. Not just the day, but the exact time I was born. I have to solve this murder.”
“You have the weight of the world, on you.”
He ran a finger down her jaw line. She turned into his hand.
“It feels that way some days.”
“Will you be sorry you don’t have the power anymore?”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “If I save Dolores, I’ll be glad to be rid of it. But if she dies and I can’t help her then I’ll regret the loss of it.”
“Mm.”
His hand went through her hair. The colors appeared on the fringes of her vision. They didn’t obscure her view of Zach in his pajama bottom and no top.
She reached out and touched the muscles on his chest. He didn’t flinch. The colors didn’t deepen.
“Hold me.”
“I’m not sure I can just hold you, Grace.”
“Then don’t just hold me. Make me forget about all this.”
“You won’t be sorry in the morning?”