The Twilight Before Christmas (3 page)

“Kate.” It came out softly.

Danny stuck his head out the window on the driver’s side. “Do you want a little help with the old mill, Kate? Matt actually is fairly decent at that sort of thing. He obviously can’t drive, and he can’t talk, but he’s hell on wheels with renovations.”

Kate’s eyes lit up. “I would love that, Matthew, but I really wouldn’t want to presume on our friendship. It would have to be a business arrangement.”

Matt hadn’t realized she thought of them as friends. Kate rarely spoke to him, other than their strange, brief conversations when they’d run into one another by chance during her high school years. He liked the idea of being friends with her. Every cell in his body went on alert when she was near him, it always happened that way, even when she’d been a teenager and he’d been in his first years of college. Kate had always brought out his protective instincts, but mostly he’d felt he had to protect her from his own attraction to her. That had been distasteful to a man like Matt. He had taken his secret fantasies of her to every foreign country he’d been sent to. She had shared his days and nights in the jungles and deserts, in the worst of situations, and the memory of her had gotten him home. Now, a full-grown man who had fought wars and had more than enough life experience to give him confidence, he found he could speak easily and naturally to any other woman. Only Kate made him tongue-tied. He’d take friendship with her. At least it was a start. “Tell me when you want me to take a look, Kate, and I’ll arrange my schedule accordingly. Being my own boss has its advantages.”

“Then I’m going to take advantage of your generous offer and ask if you could go out there with me tomorrow afternoon. Do you think you can manage it that soon? I wouldn’t ask, but I’m trying to get this project off the ground as soon as possible.”

“It sounds great. I’ll pick you up at the cliff house around four. You are staying there with your sisters, aren’t you?”

Kate nodded and turned to watch the sheriff cruise up behind the pickup truck. Matt watched her face, mainly because he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. Her smile was gracious, friendly even, but he was aware even before he turned his head that the man getting out of the sheriff’s cruiser was Jonas Harrington. It occurred to him that he knew Kate far too well, her every expression. And that meant he had spent too much time watching her. Kate was smiling, but she had stiffened just that little bit. She always did that around Jonas. All of her sisters did. For the first time he wondered why Kate reacted that way.

“Well, Kate, I see you caused another accident,” Jonas said in greeting. He shook Matt’s hand and clapped him on the back. “The Drake sisters have a tendency to wreak havoc everywhere they go.” He winked at Matt.

Kate simply lifted an eyebrow. “You’ve been saying that since we were children.”

Jonas leaned over to brush a casual kiss along Kate’s cheek. Something black and lethal, whose existence Matt didn’t want to recognize, moved inside of him like a dark shadow. He put a blatantly possessive hand on Kate’s back.

Jonas ignored Matt’s body language. “I’ll still be making the same accusation when you’re all in your eighties, Kate. Where is everyone?” He looked around as if expecting her sisters to appear galloping over the mountaintop.

“You look a little nervous, Jonas,” Danny observed from the safety of the truck. “What’d you do this time? Arrest Hannah and throw her beautiful butt in jail on some trumped-up charge?”

He subsided when Kate turned the full power of her gaze on him. The wind rushed up from the sea, bringing the scent and feel of the ocean. “I had no idea you were so interested in my sister’s anatomy, Danny.”

“Come on, Kate, she’s gorgeous; every man’s interested in Hannah’s anatomy,” Danny pointed out, unrepentant.

“And if she doesn’t want them to look, what is she doing allowing every photographer from here to hell and back to take pictures of her?” Jonas demanded. “And just for your information, I wouldn’t have to trump up charges if I wanted to arrest Hannah,” he added with a black scowl. “I ought to run her in for indecent exposure. That glitzy magazine in Inez’s store has her on the cover… naked!”

“She is not naked. She’s wearing a swimsuit, Jonas, with a sarong over it.” Kate sounded as calm as ever, but Matt noted that her hand tightened on the reins of her horse until her knuckles turned white. He moved even closer to her, inserting himself between her and the sheriff.

“She might try a decent one-piece and maybe a robe that went down to her ankles or something. And does she have to strike that stupid pose just to make everyone stare… ” Jonas broke off as the wind gusted again, howling this time, bringing whispers in the swirling chaos of leaves and droplets of seawater. His hat was swept from his head and carried away from the group. The wind shifted direction, rushing back to the ocean, retreating in much the same manner as a wave from the shore. The sudden breeze took the hat with it, sailing it over the cliffs and into the choppy water below.

Jonas spun around and looked toward the large house set up on the cliffs in the distance. “Damn it, Hannah. That’s the third hat I’ve lost since you’ve been home.” He shouted the words into the vortex of the wind.

There was a small silence. Matt cleared his throat. “Jonas. I don’t think she can hear you from here.”

Jonas glared at him. “She can hear me. Can’t she, Kate? She knows exactly what I’m saying. You tell her this isn’t funny anymore. She can stop with her little wind games.”

“You believe all the things people say about the Drake sisters, don’t you, Jonas?” Danny said. He imitated the opening theme of
The Twilight Zone.

Matt stared down at Kate’s hand. The reins were trembling. He covered her hand with his own, steadying the leather reins she was clenching. “I’ll be happy to come look at the mill tomorrow, Kate. Would you like a leg up?”

“Thanks, Matthew. I’d appreciate it.”

He didn’t bother with cupping his hands together to assist her into the saddle. He simply lifted her. He was tall and strong, and it was easy to swing her onto the horse. She settled into the saddle as if born there. Elegant. Refined. As close to perfection as any dream he could conjure up and just as far out of reach. “I’ll see you then. Say hello to your sisters for me.”

“I’ll do that, Matthew, and you give my best to your parents. It was nice to see you, Danny.” Her cool gaze swept over Jonas. “I’m sure you’ll be by the house, Jonas.”

Jonas shrugged. “I take my job seriously, Kate.”

Matt watched her ride away, waiting until a curve in the road took her out of sight before turning on the sheriff. “What the hell was that all about?”

“You know all seven of the Drake women drive me crazy half the time,” Jonas said. “I’ve told you all the trouble they get up to. You’re always grilling me about them. Well—” he grinned evilly as he indicated the truck—“Isn’t this the third accident you’ve had with Kate in the vicinity? You should know what I mean.”

Jonas had grown up with Matt Granite, had gone through school, joined the Army, the Rangers, and fought side by side with him. He knew how Matt felt about Kate. It was no secret. Matt wasn’t very good at hiding his feelings from his family and friends, especially since Jonas had gotten out of the service two years before Matt and Matt had continually interrogated him about Kate’s whereabouts and marital status. Matt had been home three years and he’d been waiting for Kate to come home for good, too.

Danny snickered. “You were there back in his college days, Jonas, when he drove Dad’s truck into the creek bed and hung it up on a rock. Wasn’t Kate about three at the time?”

Matt took a deep breath. He couldn’t kill his brother in front of the sheriff, even if it was Jonas. The time he had wrecked his father’s truck, driving it without permission, Kate had been about fifteen, far too young for a college man to be looking at her, and he was still embarrassed that his brothers and Jonas had known why he’d wrecked the vehicle. Of course he’d known the Drake sisters, everyone in town knew them, but he’d never
looked
at them. Not in a fascinated, physical, male way. Until he’d seen Kate standing in a creek bed picking blackberries with the sun kissing her hair and her large sea-green eyes looking back at him. The second time he’d wrecked a vehicle had been four years ago. Matt had been home on leave, and he’d been so busy looking at Kate walking on the sidewalk with her sisters, he’d failed to realize he was parked in front of a cement hump and had hung up his mother’s car on it when he’d gone to pull out. Now, ignoring his brother’s jibe, he moved around the truck to inspect the damage. “I think I can get the truck out without a tow.”

“I see you upset old man Mars.” Jonas pointed to the tomato smears on the rear window.

“You know Matt, he just had to wish the old man a Merry Christmas.” Danny shoved open the door. “He likes to stir the old geezer up right before the pageant. He does it every year. The time Mom made me play the little drummer boy, Mars broke my drumsticks into ten pieces and threw them on the ground and then jumped up and down on them. All my brothers got a kick out of that, but I’ve been traumatized ever since. I have nightmares about being stomped by him.”

Jonas laughed. “Mars is a strange old man, but he’s harmless enough. And he gives away most of his produce to the people who need it. He takes it to some of the single moms in town and some of the elderly couples. And I know he feeds the Ruttermyer boy, the one with Down’s syndrome who works at odd jobs for everyone. He persuaded Donna to give the boy a room right next to her gift shop. I know he helps that boy with his bills.”

“Yeah, deep down he’s a good man,” Matt agreed. A slow grin spread over his face. “He just hates Christmas.” He nodded toward the other side of the truck, and the other two men went to the front to scrape away the mud and dirt and push until they separated the bumper from the embankment. “I didn’t appreciate you saying anything to Kate about her and her sisters being different, Jonas.” Matt said it in a low voice, but Jonas and he had been friends since they were boys, and Jonas recognized the warning tone.

“I’m not going to pretend they’re like everyone else, Matt, not even for you,” Jonas snapped. “The Drakes are special. They have gifts, and they use themselves up for everyone else without a thought for themselves or their own safety. I’m going to watch out for them whether they like or it not. Sarah Drake nearly got herself killed a few weeks ago. Hannah and Kate and Abbey were with her and also might have been killed.”

Matt felt the words as a blow somewhere in the vicinity of his gut. His heart did a curious somersaulting dive in his chest. “I heard about Sarah, but I hadn’t heard the others were there. What happened?”

“To make a long story short, Wilder had people trail him here. They wanted information only he could give them. He helped design our national defense system, and the government wanted him protected at all costs. With Sarah being from Sea Haven, it was natural enough for the Feds to send her in to guard him. These people had gotten their hands on him once before, killed his assistant right in front of him, and tortured him. That’s why he uses a cane when he walks. They broke into the Drakes’ house, armed to the teeth when he was there, and were ready to kill Wilder and the Drakes to get what they wanted.” The anger in Jonas’s voice deepened.

“No one said a word about Kate being in the house at the same time. I knew Sarah was guarding Damon Wilder and that he was a defense expert in some kind of trouble, but… ” Matt trailed off as he looked back toward the house on the cliff. It was covered with Christmas lights. Beside it was a tall full Douglas fir tree, completely decorated and flashing lights even before the sun went down. When he looked toward the house he felt a sense of peace. Of rightness. The Drake sisters were the town’s treasures. He looked away from the cliff toward the old mill. It was farther up the road, built over Sea Lion Cove. A strange cloud formation hung over the small inlet and spread slowly toward land. The shape captured his imagination, a yawning black mouth, jaws opening wide, heading straight for them.

“All of them were nearly murdered,” Jonas said. His eyes went flat and cold. “The Drakes take on far too much, and everyone just expects them to do it without thinking of the cost to them.”

“I never thought of it like that, Jonas. Now that you mention it, I’ve seen them all drained of energy after helping out the way they do.” Matt didn’t take his eyes from the sky. He watched a seagull veer frantically from the path of the slow-moving cloud, braking sharply in midair, wings flapping strongly in agitation. Wisps of fog began to rise from the sea and drift toward shore. “Maybe we all should pay more attention to what’s happening with them,” he murmured softly, more to himself than to the others.

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