Watch Me (33 page)

She smiled as she imagined them in such a place, nestled in the foothills with their babies and their dogs. Now that she thought of it, now that she knew Cain was
willing to move, she could see him fitting in there just fine. There was only one problem….

“What about Marshall?” she asked. Cain wouldn’t want to leave him.

“We’ll bring him with us, if he agrees. He needs a change.”

“John won’t like that.”

“John’s going to be moving, anyway. He said he can’t stay here, not after what’s happened.”

“Won’t he take Marshall wherever he goes?”

“Maybe. We’ll leave that up to Marshall.”

“Won’t you miss John and Robert, at least a little?”

“I doubt it,” he said. “It’s just never been there. I was forcing it because of Marshall, but…”

“I understand,” she said.

He set the magazine aside. “By the way, someone named Jonathan’s been trying to reach you.”

Sheridan had planned to check in with Jon the moment her cell phone became functional, but she’d received that call from her folks and hadn’t had a chance.

“Is this the guy in the picture you’ve got in your wallet?” Cain asked.

Sheridan sensed a tinge of jealousy in those words. “He’s the private investigator who works for us when we need him. He used to charge us by the hour, but he’s gotten so involved that he mostly donates his time these days.”

A muscle flexed in Cain’s cheek. “Involved with the charity or…with you?”

“We used to date a couple of years ago. We’re still close, but now he’s more like my brother.”

“Nothing I should worry about, then.”

She laughed. “Definitely not. What did he want?”

“The same thing your other friend, Jasmine, wanted. They were trying to warn you to stay away from any cabins.”

Sheridan waved at the hospital room. “Did you tell them they’re a little late?”

“I told them you’re safe. And that you’ll call them in the morning.”

“That’s good.”

“Jasmine’s an interesting individual,” he added.

Sheridan tucked his hand under her chin as she curled up. “Why do you say that?”

“I’ve never known anyone with psychic ability.”

“You might be a skeptic. But, trust me, you can take what she says to the bank.”

He bent over to kiss her forehead. “I’m glad to hear it.”

Sheridan detected amusement in his voice. “Why’s that?”

“Because she said we’re going to live happily ever after.”