I never heard of Abby Walters?” Tears blurred Lily’s vision. “She’s a scared little girl who saw her mommy die, and now she’s all alone with two very bad men. I won’t abandon her in that dark place.”
McBride took a deep breath. “Then come to me instead of Walters. Tell me about your visions.”
Wariness flitted through her. “Tell you?”
“I promise I’ll look into everything you tell me.” He looked queasy, but his gaze remained steady.
“Mr. Walters expects me to stay in touch.”
“I’ll tell him you’re part of my investigation and you’ll be reporting to me now.” McBride took a step back. “Deal?”
She licked her lips, realizing that he’d just played her—and that it had worked. She would do what he asked. “You won’t ignore what I tell you?”
“I’ll follow every lead you give me.”
She put her hand over her mouth, wondering if she was making a mistake. But when she dropped her hand, it was to say, “Okay, it’s a deal.”
The look of satisfaction in his eyes made her immediately regret giving in so easily. But she quelled her doubts; she could always break her end of the deal if he broke his.
She released a pent-up breath. “So what do I do, call you if I have a vision? And I guess you’ll want me to write down everything I see, right?”
He seemed flummoxed by the question, as if he hadn’t quite thought past manipulating her into staying away from Andrew Walters. Beneath the confusion, a darker emotion burned in his narrowed eyes.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Yes, write everything down.”
Lily pushed her hair back from her face. “Is this going to be a problem for you?”
He lifted his gaze to meet hers, his expression shuttered. “No. No problem.”
She studied his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He could hide his emotions as well as almost anyone Lily knew, although he couldn’t quite cover up the dark place inside him. It roiled, black and deep, just under the surface.
He took a step toward the doorway. “I should go. I need to head home and change.”
She walked him to the door, leaning against the jamb as he took his jacket from the coat rack. He paused next to her, turning to meet her uplifted gaze.
“Call if you need me.”
Heat bloomed deep in her belly. “I will.”
He leaned in, and she rose on her toes to meet him halfway, as if drawn by a microscopic thread, the pull of his body intense and powerful. She curled her hand around his neck and brushed her lips against his. She’d expected combustion, but instead, the sweetness of the kiss washed over her in a river of warmth. She relaxed, giving in to the velvety caress of his mouth on hers.
When he gently broke away, coldness seeped into the marrow of her bones.
McBride stepped back onto the concrete stoop, gathering his coat around him to ward off the chill. Lily closed the door, needing the distance, the barrier between them.
But she remained there, her cheek against the door, long after she heard his car drive away.
* * *
ROSE ARRIVED AROUND TEN, laden with an overnight case, bran muffins and a thermos. “Iris sent buckbean tea.” Rose hugged Lily. “You okay? McBride said you got a little banged up.”
“I’m fine.” Lily took the basket of muffins from her sister and led her inside. “My car’s totaled, though.”
Rose dropped her bag on the floor by the sofa and followed Lily to the kitchen. She glanced at the two coffee cups in the sink. “So, this McBride—is he cute?”
Lily put the muffins on the counter and gave her sister a warning look.
Rose bent and picked up Delilah, who had wound herself in a knot around her legs. “Hello, gorgeous.” She rubbed the cat’s ears until Delilah purred like a motor-boat. “Iris would’ve come, but she’s almost figured out some mix of bat’s wings and eye of newt that’ll relieve menstrual cramps in half the usual time, and far be it from me to stand in the way of such a miracle.”
Lily pulled the plastic wrap off the basket and picked out a couple of muffins for herself and Rose. “Put my cat down and pour us some tea.”
Rose poured two cups and joined Lily at the kitchen table, moving aside the newspaper McBride had left folded on the table. “So really—who is this McBride and why did he spend the night with you?”
Heat rushed up Lily’s neck and spilled into her cheeks. She touched the edge of the newspaper at her elbow, trying to hide her reaction. But the paper only reminded her that McBride had sat here reading this paper only a few hours earlier, looking sleepy and disheveled and utterly irresistible.
“Ooh, Lil, you’re blushing!” Rose leaned forward, her expression eager. “Spill it!”
Lily gave her sister a stern look. “McBride’s the head of the task force investigating Abby Walters’s abduction.”
“Ooh, and you’re working with him? Because of your visions?”
“Kind of.” Lily caught her up with all that had happened since they’d spoken on the phone the night before.
Rose’s eyes widened with horror. “Someone ran you off the road? McBride just said it was an accident.”
“I don’t know who it was or why he wanted to hurt me,” Lily admitted. “It doesn’t make any sense—the kidnapper who called me the other day seemed to want me to give Andrew a message. But maybe I spooked him when he realized I’d seen him hit Abby.”
“Have you had more visions since then?”
“Yeah. A really strange one.” Glad for a sympathetic ear, Lily told Rose about the second little girl who’d appeared in her visions of Abby. “It was so strange. It was like she’d been watching Abby and me.”
Rose’s eyes glittered. “Creepy!”
“It didn’t feel creepy, though,” Lily said. “At first, maybe, but after that it seemed sort of sweet. How she’d been watching over Abby.”
“You think she knows Abby?”
“I think she’s connected somehow. Maybe a cousin or something. Something about her looks familiar.”
“Why would Abby’s cousin come to you in a vision?”
Lily shrugged. “I’d love to ask Andrew Walters about the little girl, but I promised McBride I’d stay away from him.”
Before Rose could respond, Jezebel jumped from the counter onto the kitchen table, knocking over Lily’s tea.
