trailing behind her. A rumble of thunder rolled from the distance. “And it’s going to storm. We’ll change the tire for you in the morning.”
She turned to face him. If she were given to superstition, she’d be tempted to think events conspired to keep her at Weathering Rock. That he conspired to keep her at Weathering Rock.
“I’ll call a cab.” She could just as easily phone Triple A and have the tire repaired. If he were any kind of gentleman he’d change it now, storm or no storm.
“Annie.” Caleb took her hand, that strange luminescent glow turning his eyes to silver foil.
Like a wolf. She wasn’t certain where the thought came from or why.
“It’s not safe tonight.” The heat of his fingers was warm and assuring against her palm, his voice spellbinding. “You don’t have to leave.”
She tried to fluff off the seriousness of his tone, but her mouth was dry. Between the fog, ball lightning and his gravely cryptic warning, she felt like she’d stepped into an old Vincent Price movie. The smartest thing she could do was leave, but she stood rooted to the spot.
“I won’t hurt you,” he promised just as he’d done in the car.
“I–”
“You will stay, won’t you?”
She flushed, feeling suddenly foolish for her anxiety. His eyes were normal again, blue tinted with shadow. “It’s not that I think you’re an ax murderer or anything.”
“I won’t object if you want to call your answering machine again.”
“What?”
“I have exceptionally keen hearing.” He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the darkness. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. I’d be more concerned if you weren’t so cautious.”
Embarrassed to be caught in her charade with the recorder, Arianna lowered her eyes.
“Winston, I think our guest is going to stay the night,” Caleb called to his brother.
This time she nodded. “I do need to call my friend, Lauren. She was worried about me driving home and asked that I check in with her.”
“An intelligent lady.”
When they were back indoors, Caleb pointed out the phone in the parlor. She could tell his headache had returned. His eyes narrowed against the pain.
“I’ll use my cell later,” Arianna said.
“Then I’ll see you in the morning. Winston will show you to the guest bedroom. There’s a necessary room…uh, powder room beside it.” He tripped over the term as if it were unfamiliar. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to lie down.”
Arianna had already grown accustomed to his unusual word choices and formal speech.
His skin had grayed and a stippling of sweat was visible on his cheeks. Uneasy, she watched him leave.
“Don’t worry,” Wyn said, interpreting her thoughts. “I’ll keep an eye on him. I’m used to his headaches.” He motioned toward the doorway, grinning good-naturedly. “I’ll show you where you can sleep.”
“Thank you.”
Arianna followed as he led her down a hallway toward the rear of the house. The floorboards creaked under her feet, reminding her Weathering Rock was old, steeped in the traditions of yesteryear. She could almost hear the whispers of another age echoing through the halls, conjuring images of horse-drawn carriages and gas lanterns, gentlemen with top hats and walking sticks, women in hooped skirts, their petticoats brushing plank floorboards as they whisked room to room. It was like stepping backward in time. It wouldn’t have surprised her to learn she was dreaming.
Certainly, the events of the night could be no crazier than any illusion sleep might conjure.
* * * *
“You’re where?” Lauren said into the phone, flabbergasted.
“Weathering Rock,” Arianna repeated.
“You mean that big old house off Blackberry Lane? The weird one that’s supposed to attract ball lightning?”
“That’s the one.”
Too keyed up to sit, Arianna paced the guestroom. “I had a small accident on the way home.” And met an incredibly sexy man with silver eyes and an old-fashioned personality. That part would keep until tomorrow.
Lauren drew a sharp breath. “Ari, you’re scaring me. Are you all right? Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.” Walking to the window, she pushed the drapes aside and stared into the darkness. Her reflection leaped back like a disembodied ghost–raven hair, dark green eyes, her skin pale as milk in the night-blackened glass. The rain had arrived, pushed by a fury of wind and thunder. It pelted the windows, making her feel safe indoors.
I won’t hurt you, Caleb had promised. Why was it so important to him she stay?
She told her friend what happened, skipping her conflicting emotions about her blond-haired host.
“And you’re actually staying?” Lauren gave a cluck of disbelief. “I don’t care if it is raining, I’ll come get you. For all we know, one of them could have punctured your tire so you’d be stuck there.”
“You’ve seen too many slasher movies, Lauren. I’ll be fine.” She couldn’t explain why, but felt secure in the house, as if something sinister lurked outside. As long as she remained within the walls of Weathering Rock, she was protected from that unnamed threat.
By Caleb.
The thought shocked her. She eased to a seat on the bed, absently fingering the white eyelet cover. The furnishings looked plucked from a storybook, the bed dressed in a pale blue canopy and flirty skirted ruffle. The matching bureau was squat and old-fashioned with a standing mirror and gold-veined marble top. A walnut washstand with a pitcher and bowl was tucked into the corner.
“I’ll call you in the morning when I get home.”
“You’re sure about this?”
“Positive.” Arianna smiled, appreciating her friend’s concern. Lauren had been through a divorce eight months ago, the experience leaving her jaded when it came to trusting men. She had Rick Rothrock to thank for that. To her credit, Lauren had remained friends with her ex-husband, a successful real estate developer who’d two-timed her with his marketing director. In the end, she’d walked away with a sizable settlement, and the marketing director had been fired in favor of someone who could do the job rather than parade around in short skirts and stiletto heels.
“All right.” Lauren exhaled into the phone. “But I expect a call in the morning, followed by details in the afternoon. How about dropping by my shop after you finish your errands?”
“Deal.” Running Saturday errands was a regular routine for Arianna and she most always ended at Lauren’s boutique for a visit afterward. “I’ll talk to you
