Moon Of Little Winter

A tell-tale heart and a skeleton underneath the house…

I keep thinking I hear the heartbeat of that poor unfortunate soul buried in the dirt below the hardwood floor beneath our feet, like the tell-tale heart in that Edgar Allen Poe story, Ty said with a little humor in his voice. I wonder who it is. I think we’re both just a little freaked out over that skeleton underneath the house. Maybe once it’s been removed, we’ll feel better. No longer hungry for the chocolate milk, Chely rose and carried the half-empty cup to the sink. When she set it down, her arm brushed Ty’s. She wasn’t prepared for the sudden jolt of desire that shocked her body at the feel of his warm skin on hers. Their eyes met. Suddenly she forgot how to breathe. Maybe it was the nightmare. Maybe it was the fact that she needed to feel close to somebody after such a bad dream. Or maybe she just wanted to taste his kiss. Whatever the reason, she leaned toward him and touched her lips to his. Closing her eyes, she moved her mouth over his, meshing them together, soft at first, nipping lightly, and then more urgent when he responded.

MOON OF LITTLE WINTER

by

Margaret Marr

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For John Shimko, my good-luck charm.

M, I think that star that you see is the moon. J

CHAPTER ONE Cades Cove, North Carolina—Late December Chely Austin’s eyes fluttered, and then sprang open. A thud echoed from inside the bedroom next to hers. It was a subtle sound, like a chair had been knocked against the wall and caught just in time to deaden the impact. How had someone gotten upstairs? For a moment or two she thought she’d imagined the noise. She was somewhere between awake and asleep where dreams seemed real. Stirring, she awoke further. Maybe it had been her imagination or part of a dream. Another thud, followed by a muffled oath, caused her to sit up and reach for the bedside lamp. The covers slipped to her waist as light flooded the cavernous room. Cold tendrils of fear snaked around her heart like the icy fingers of a thick fog. The rapid pulse in her ear drowned out further sound. She took a couple of deep breaths to calm her nerves, and then cocked her head to the side to listen. The minutes ticked by without another sound. She sucked in another mouthful of air, held it and listened some more. Those icy fingers coiled toward her stomach. She knew beyond a doubt that she was no longer alone in the old house. And whoever was there with her was in the next room.

Opening the nightstand drawer, she pulled out the pistol she kept there. So much for her hopes of never having to use it for protection. As she curled her fingers around the cold steel, she kept her eyes on the door. She eased off the bed. The cold air crept across her feet, circled her ankles and crawled up her legs. Spooky, her black cat, yawned and stretched on the bed, but settled back into sleep as if he thought his mistress was some kind of a nut to get up at this ungodly hour and wander about a cold, dark mansion. Some guard kitty you are, Chely grumbled, but stroked his fur before she tiptoed to the door. She paused to listen again, her breath shallow, then twisted the doorknob. With slow movements, she stepped into the darkened hallway. A nightlight glowed at the other end where the attic stairs rose to the third floor; the last few steps were swallowed up in darkness. The scant light did little to dispel the shadows of night. The beam of a flashlight spilled through the open door of the room next to hers. It stretched further, and crawled along the floor until it reached the top of the stairs that led to the first level of the house. Chely swallowed hard as fear raced through her blood. A chill rose along her skin, causing her to shiver. Who was that? And what where they doing in her house? She wished like crazy that she’d called the Phone Company, before now, to hook up her phone. 911 would come in handy right at this moment! A man emerged on the other end of the flashlight and stepped out into the hall. He swung the flashlight’s beam down the hall to his left, then swung it toward Chely. She jerked the gun up and pointed it in the vicinity of his head. Don’t move. The man flinched and dropped the flashlight. It rolled to the top of the stairs and stopped, tottering on the edge. He raised his arms to shoulder level, palms outward like he was under arrest. Easy now, lady, I mean you no harm. The red and black-checkered shirt he wore made him appear rustic like the outdoors type. Faded jeans bunched on top of scuffed brown work boots. But that wasn’t what mesmerized her. It was his eyes. Even in what little light she could see by, she could tell they were dark and mysterious, and smoldered with something undefined, something she wanted to discover. She shook herself out of thoughts that did nothing but distract her. What are you doing here? The gun trembled in her hands even though she fought not to show her fear. I could ask you the same thing. He dropped his hands. Get those hands back up where I can see them! Chely snapped. Show no fear, no fear, no fear, she chanted over and over in her mind. What are you? Some kind of FBI agent? he asked. The flashlight rolled back and forth as if an unseen hand shoved it. Its light cast huge round shadows on the walls. Chely took her eyes off the man and frowned at it. What the heck? She snapped her attention back to the man, but cast another uneasy glance at the flashlight. Had it moved by itself? Or was she so scared she’d just imagined it? Why are you here? This is my house. Her grip tightened on the gun until it dug into her flesh. Your house? My house, she confirmed.

The man shook his head and mumbled, Just my luck. Chely licked her dry lips. She was scared spit-less, but she wasn’t about to let him know that. He must not have expected anyone to be here. The house had stood empty until a month ago. After her grandfather’s death, she’d gained ownership of it. Tears burned her eyes, but she blinked them away. No matter how much she wished for it, her grandfather couldn’t come back from the dead. Most everything was covered in dust, but there were a lot of valuable antiques strung throughout the house. He must be very disappointed indeed to find her here. If you leave now, I won’t call the police, she bluffed. There was no phone service in the house yet, but she prayed he wasn’t privy to that particular bit of information. Sorry, no-can-do. What? Was she going to have to shoot him? Oh, glory be, she hoped not! I’ve come to claim what belongs to me. Oh, now that was rich! A burglar who thought he had a right to his neighbor’s big screen TV, so to speak. She flicked the safety off the pistol, and prayed she wouldn’t have to fire it. An old painting slipped down the wall and crashed to the floor. Chely screamed and her finger jerked against the trigger. The bullet splintered the doorframe next to the intruder’s head. He ducked, covered his head with his arms and jumped to the side. Damn, woman! Are you trying to kill me? Sorry, it was an accident. Why in the heck did she apologize? Had she lost her mind? Just put the gun down, please. He made a lowering motion with his hand. Like I said before, I’m not here to hurt you. No way! Well, at least point it toward the floor. The flashlight rolled back and forth twice then settled down again. Why the hell was that flashlight moving all by itself? Chely yelled inside her mind. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she willed herself to calm down. Spooky wandered from the bedroom and curled around her ankles. A loud meow issued from his mouth, then he sat down to lick his paws. After a moment, he ambled over to the intruder and rubbed against his calves. Traitor! Chely glared at the cat, then at the man. Please leave. Her voice trembled and sounded small. The exact opposite of what she wanted. The man sighed. Look, I own this house…well…half the property it sits on, and I can prove it. But right now, I’m tired and I need some sleep. Can we talk about this in the morning? Her jaw dropped open. Was he nuts? She wasn’t about to let a stranger sleep anywhere near her. Why, he could be an ax murderer, a strangler or a Jack the Ripper type!

The man sighed and reached into his back pocket. What are you doing? Chely demanded. Her grip tightened on the gun again, but she kept her finger off the trigger. Relax, I’m just getting my cell phone so I can call Joe. Joe Downy, the deputy? Chely relaxed a little. If he knew Joe, then maybe he was okay. Yes, and he’ll vouch for me so we can get some sleep while there’s still some dark left outside. Can’t you just leave? No. I didn’t drive here and I’m tired. He punched at the phone with one finger, and then lifted it to his ear. A few seconds later, he spoke into the mouthpiece. He hadn’t drove? Where had he come from? And why was he here? It was a small comfort that he knew Joe, but then again, he could be lying. Maybe he didn’t punch in a real phone number. It’s not funny, he said into the phone. Would you please let her know I’m not a psycho before she blows a part of my body off that I might need later? He held the phone out to her. Joe wants to talk to you. Chely cautiously took the phone and brought it to her ear. Joe? Hey, darlin’. He sounded sleepy. I’m sorry we woke you. Chely sneaked a peek at the handsome intruder. He squatted beside Spooky and gently petted the cat’s black fur. Not a problem. You did the right thing. But no need to worry about him. He’s Mae Walker’s grandson and a good friend of mine. You’re safe with him. That crazy old woman was the intruder’s grandmother? She didn’t know if that made her feel better or not. You’re sure, she said uncertain. Positive. Now go on back to sleep, darlin’ and don’t worry about a thing. Okay, thanks, Joe. She handed the phone back to the trespasser. He says I’m safe with you. He stuffed the phone in his back pocket. Now that that’s settled, I’m going to try and get some sleep. He stepped back into the room he’d appeared from earlier. Chely stood in the semi-dark hall, undecided about what to do. After a moment, she unglued her bare feet from the cold hardwood and returned to her own room. Okay, fine! she thought. If he insisted on staying, she still wasn’t taking any chances even if Joe had vouched for—she realized she still didn’t know the stranger’s name. A quick sweep of the room turned up a heavy dresser, which she attempted to drag in front of the door. After straining her muscles until she thought they’d snap, the dresser scrubbed across the floor a couple of inches. She stopped to rest a few seconds, and then pulled it a few more inches. The door opened behind her. Need some help? Chely clutched her pajama top above her heart as her breath shuddered from her body. You scared the heck out of me.

Sorry, thought I heard something being dragged across the floor. I can help you move that if you feel you still need protection from me. He grinned like he thought she was the most amusing thing he’d ever encountered. The longer he was there, the less Chely feared him. A bad guy wouldn’t have such a sexy smile and warm brown eyes would he? She wondered how many serial killers had brown eyes. It was best not to let her guard down completely though, she warned herself. She tossed him an irritated confused look. What good is that gonna do me with you on this side of the bedroom door? I figured that I could climb out your bedroom window, and crawl along the ledge like Spider Man until I reached another I could get back in. He was Mr. Funny now. She spied an old wooden chair against the wall. Never mind. I’ve got a better idea. She shooed him away. Go back to your room. He shrugged and disappeared out the door only to pop back in. By the way, my name is Ty Walker. Chely Austin, she replied as if her mouth was on automatic. As soon as he was gone again, Chely shut the door, grabbed the chair and wedged it underneath the doorknob. She groaned and stomped her foot when she realized that Spooky hadn’t returned to the bedroom. He’ll probably snuggle up to Ty, she said. He didn’t seem to care that a strange man was in the house. Chely frowned. She hoped Ty wasn’t a kitty murderer. Feeling a little safer she returned to her bed, but sleep eluded her. It was probably best not to go to sleep anyway. Who was Ty Walker and what business did he have in her house? And why had he snuck in through a window on the second floor? Joe said he was okay and maybe he was, but it still didn’t make sense for him to break into her house. She had to admit that she found him attractive in a rough and rugged sort of way. Rolling over, she punched her pillow. Don’t even go there! she warned herself. She didn’t mix well with the bad boy types. Her heart had gotten shredded in that blender of love more times than she could count. No way would she do that again. Even if the man had eyes to die for and the sexiest beard stubble she’d ever seen. She shifted positions and willed her eyes to remain open. The next morning a cross between a screech and a groan woke Chely up. Damn! Damn! Damn! She’d fallen asleep. Not smart! She squinted at the clock and moaned. It was only eight in the morning. Didn’t people have respect for those who don’t do mornings? What was the world coming to? A little bit of sarcasm flowed in her Austin blood. Her grandfather had been the president of the sarcasm club. God, how she missed him! She snuggled deeper under the covers, reluctant to leave the bed’s warmth to start the day. The only thing that motivated her to move was another ear-splitting screech and the thought that she’d get to see Ty again. A quick glance at the chair wedged under the doorknob brought her back to her senses. Oh, for heaven’s sake, Chely! What’s the matter with you? He could be a con man for all you know, she berated herself. It would serve her no purpose to get all moony-eyed over the man, especially since he was here to steal half her house. Irritated at the direction she’d allowed her mind to wander, she jerked the covers to one side and slid out of the bed. After pulling on a pair of thick wool socks to fend against the chilly hardwood floors, she walked downstairs to make a hot cup of cocoa.

Ty was on the back deck beside the kitchen, down on his hands and knees, ripping up rotten boards with a crowbar. A skill-saw lay on its side a few feet away beside a pile of rotten boards. Spooky lay stretched out on the end of the deck, with one eye open, watching Ty in between licking his fur. A ladder leaned against the house below the window Ty had crawled through last night. It was the only one without a screen on the second floor. Taking a sip of her cocoa, Chely studied him while he was unaware of her presence. He whistled the tune from the Andy Griffith Show as he worked. Faded Levi’s molded to his slim hips and strong thighs. A white T-shirt complimented his muscular biceps, and the thick cotton stretched across his broad chest. When the muscles in his arm contracted as he yanked a nail out of one of the planks, she inhaled sharply at the sudden stab of desire that hit her square in the stomach. Unfortunately, she inhaled cocoa instead of air, and it flew down her windpipe. She coughed as she strangled on the hot liquid. Morning, sleepy-head, he said with a grin. You do know you’re supposed to drink that instead of breathe it, don’t you? Gee, you’re so smart. She smirked and spluttered out a couple of more coughs. Ty chuckled and returned to prying up boards. What are you doing? she asked. Ripping up boards. I can see that, but why? I plan on replacing this deck. That’s very kind of you to do that for someone you don’t even know. A smug smile rose to her lips before she took a slow sip from the mug. What would he have to say to that? Glad you think I’m such a nice guy, but I have to confess that it’s more of a selfish reason. Oh? Was he going to throw that nonsense about owning half the property her house was built on her way again? My grandmother owns this part of the property, he said. I thought you said you owned it. I do, but not yet. Chely shifted her weight. Okay, I’ll bite. What makes you think you, or whoever, owns half of it? The property line runs right smack down the middle of this Goliath of a house. That’s impossible. My grandfather built this house. He left it to me fair and square in his will. Well, your grandfather built half his house on my grandmother’s property, which I plan on buying from her. Grandma doesn’t need all of this land. The money would let her live out the remainder of her life in comfort.

Chely leaned against the house with a sudden urge to roll her eyes. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Nobody is stupid enough to build a house on two different pieces of property. I didn’t say your grandfather was stupid. He just made a mistake. It happens all of the time. My grandfather didn’t make mistakes. Her throat clogged up, causing the words to leap out on a sob. Ty’s head snapped up at the sound, and he stared at her for a few seconds. Tenderness flowed from his brown eyes. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any disrespect. Chely nodded and cleared the tears from her throat. When did he pass away? How did you…? My grandmother mentioned it. He ducked his head and pried at another nail. He…um…died about a month ago. Chely swallowed hard. She needed to get a rein on her emotions. She was made of stronger stuff than this, and she didn’t want Ty Walker to think any different. He had another think coming if he thought she was just going to let him waltz in here and take away half of her home. She hugged the warm mug close to her chest. If she owns half the property like you say, why did you sneak in last night? You…uh…own the side that has the door. I didn’t have a key. I had a devil of a time finding a way in. All the first floor windows were locked. Second floor windows usually aren’t. Why didn’t you just break a window, unlock it and crawl inside? What? Are you crazy? That would be illegal. A grin tugged at his mouth. You could’ve knocked, she said softly. I didn’t know anyone lived here. I assume you have legal documents to back up what you’ve told me. A bit of sarcasm dripped out with her words. Ty glanced up at her again. Sort of. Sort of? What’s that supposed to mean? The only thing I have is a hand drawn map my grandmother has stuffed in a drawer somewhere. She can’ t seem to locate it, but she will. Chely caught a laugh before it spilled all the way out of her mouth. That’s all you’ve got? Well, yeah—that and the deed to the property. Half of which runs down the middle of this house. Why did he keep repeating that? Did he think she was deaf? There must be some kind of mistake. Chely drained the rest of her cocoa. Ty stood and walked over to her. Oh, I don’t know. Maybe our grandparents planned all of this. My Grandma always harped on me finding a beautiful woman and settling down. He pulled a white

handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped off the liquid brown mustache below her nose. That sounds even more ridiculous! She tried to ignore the rapid beat of her pulse at his words and his touch. But when he gazed into her eyes, her heart ceased to function. It took her several seconds to remember how to breathe. Let’s go inside and look at your grandfather’s map of the property lines. He opened the screen door and allowed her to go ahead of him. You do have a copy, don’t you? he asked. Of course I do. She stalked over to a drawer next to the sink and yanked it open. The map was jammed in the back under a yellowed pile of papers. After tugging it loose, she brought it to the table and spread it out. To her dismay it was hand drawn, too. Was that legal? she wondered. Knowing her luck, it wasn ’t. Ty glanced over it. The longer he studied it the more he scowled. What’s wrong? she asked with a smug smile. Discover that you don’t own half the property after all? No—I just can’t figure out what the hell this means. He pointed at some writing on the makeshift blue print. Follow along the fence down to the hollow log. Oh, that’s how the older generation used to mark property lines. What happens if the fence is pulled up, and a bear pushes the hollow log, and it rolls down a hill and stops several feet from where the property line is supposed to be? Gee, he’s awfully pessimistic, Chely thought and shrugged. I never said it was accurate. She closed her eyes and sighed. That was the wrong thing to admit to this man. It only made his case stronger. She saw a smile tug at the corners of his mouth and knew her slip of the tongue hadn’t gone unnoticed. Want some coffee? she asked to distract him. Would love some. He rolled the map up and leaned back in his chair. Maybe we should walk the property lines this morning. He gazed at her with those dark eyes, eyes that belonged in a bedroom where he could make sweet love to her with that hard, masculine body. Chely spun around to put her back to him. Her face burned. What was the matter with her anyway? A man hadn’t made her feel things like that in a long time. Why now? She fumbled with the glass coffeepot and dropped it in the sink. Thank goodness it didn’t break. She changed the filter in the coffeemaker and poured water in the top. With that done, she had no other choice, but to turn around and face Ty again. At least she’d gotten her emotions under control. The last thing she needed or wanted was for him to know how attracted she was to him. He was here to disrupt her peaceful existence, for heaven’s sake! This had been her grandfather’s house; the property of a man who raised her when no one else wanted her, least of all her mother. There was no way she’d give up the house without a fight. If you’re gonna look at me like that, he said slowly. I’d feel better if you put that coffeepot down. The first drips of coffee plopped and sizzled onto the hot plate. Chely gasped and shoved the pot into place. Well? Ty asked.

Well, what? The aroma of fresh-brewed coffee filled the air. Do you want to go look at the property lines with me or not? Chely bit her lip and looked around the kitchen. She really needed to get started on the cleaning, but the warm air and the cheerful song of a bird beckoned her outside even if the sky was overcast. What the heck! Why not? Sure, she answered. Ty let his chair drop back down on all four legs, and stood up. Let’s go! Thunder grumbled overhead, and Chely glanced toward the window. Sounds like rain. A little rain never hurt anybody. Ty grinned and strode toward the door. Following him, she joked, How do you know I’m not made of sugar? He stopped and faced her again. After that welcome you gave me last night, I’m left with no doubt what you’re made of. His eyes made a slow sweep of her body from her head to her toes, then back up to her lips where they lingered, darkened and smoldered for a few intense seconds. Abruptly, he turned and headed toward the screen door again. It flew open before he touched it.

CHAPTER TWO Ty walked out on the deck, fuming. Where had that nonsense come from back there in the kitchen? What had gotten into him to think Chely was sugar and spice and everything nice? Thank goodness he hadn’t said that out loud. But damn it all! Did she have to look so adorable in those pajamas? He grimaced. Hell, he liked his women in Victoria’s Secret, not Wal-Mart brand flannels. All he’d come here to do was convince her to sell her half of the house and property so he could fix the place up and sell it for two times its worth. He hadn’t counted on feeling at home here. Neither had he counted on Chely. The screen door creaked open. Um…Ty…if I’m gonna go with you, I need to put on some different clothes, Chely called, her voice carrying halfway across the yard where he stood. The thought of Chely undressing sapped the air from his lungs. Well… He cleared his throat and tried again. Don’t be long, he called over his shoulder. Then he took a deep breath and willed his erratic heartbeat to slow down. Chely’s black cat curled around his ankles, rubbing his head against the rough material of his faded jeans. What had she called him? Spooky? Ty looked the cat over. Maybe if he concentrated on the cat he wouldn’t imagine Chely without any clothes. The cat stared up at him with huge green eyes much like Chely’s. Damn, Ty muttered. He needed to straighten up. Chely had already witnessed the flashlight incident and the screen door. If he wasn’t careful, she’d find out what he was, and then she’d be gone. They always left after discovering that. But wasn’t that what he wanted Chely to do? Leave? He chased those thoughts around in his mind. Suddenly the simple purchase of a house had turned into a complication he hadn’t anticipated. It didn’t help any that his grandmother was vague about the deed and blueprints. What was going on with that? Much more complicated, he thought, as he watched Chely open the screen door and jog across the backyard toward him. She’d braided her black hair in two plaits on either side of her head, and they hung down to her shoulders. A red T-shirt was tucked into black jeans, and a thin white jacket topped it

off. A smile lit up her face as if she were about to embark on a grand adventure. She was innocent and sweet, sexy and provocative all rolled into one. Don’t forget sugar and spice and everything nice, he reminded himself. He almost groaned out loud. He needed to get a serious grip on his runaway thoughts. Leaves gathered and spun around the yard for a few seconds. Ty pulled a black veil over his mind, as he had been taught, and the leaves dropped to the ground. Wow, that looked like a miniature twister, Chely said as she stared at the leaves with fascination. Did you see that? She turned that smile and those eyes on him. Heaven help him, she reduced him to mush. He frowned. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Men didn’t reduce to mush. What in Sam Hill was wrong with him? Yeah, I saw it. Saw it? Hell, he’d made it. He took off down a path that ran through the bushes. Chely’s light steps crunched the leaves behind him. Who reached up and turned the sunshine off in your world? she asked as she ran to catch up with him. Nobody. I’m just in a hurry. The sooner I can prove half the property is mine, the sooner I can buy the house from you. Chely stopped. But it’s not for sale. Ty slowed, turned to face her. What? I don’t want to sell my grandfather’s house. You can’t be serious. What are you going to do with half a house? You’re forgetting one thing, mister. As far as I’m concerned, the whole house is mine. She pulled the map of the property out of her back pocket. This will prove it. She looked around and bit her lip. That is, if we can find the property lines. Ty snatched the map from her. Hey! Be careful. That thing’s fragile. Ty scowled, refolded the map and stuffed it into his back pocket. They walked in silence a long way. Ty strode through the thick forest. The scent of dead leaves filled his senses, along with the smell of rain. He loved that smell! One day he’d live out here. He heard Chely curse a few times under her breath, but to her credit she didn’t complain until another limb flew back and whacked her in the face. Ouch! Dang it! Would you slow down? What are you in such an all-fired hurry for, anyway? I don’t think the property lines are just gonna get up and walk off if you don’t get to them in time. Ty stopped and turned around to see Chely wipe at a scratch on her face. Something stirred in his stomach. Or was it tenderness that stirred in his heart? He instantly felt bad about his behavior. It wasn’t her fault the property lines were all screwed up. And it wasn’t her fault that he wanted to get things tied up and get out of this town as quickly as possible. Too many ghosts from the past lived here. He didn’t wish to run into any of them. Do you know where you’re going? Chely pulled a leaf from her hair, frowned at it, and dropped it. I know exactly where we are. He pulled the map from his pocket again and studied it.

She scowled. That’s not what I asked. We look lost to me. She cocked her ear. But I do hear a creek a little ways off. Damn! Ty cursed. What? Chely peered at the map in his hand, leaning in close to him. The vanilla scent of her hair drove him nuts, and he dang near forgot the reason for this little nature hike. He took a deep breath to clear his mind. If your grandfather had known how to draw up a proper blue-print, we wouldn’t be in this mess. He slapped the map against his leg. You leave my grandfather alone! He lived in a time where a handshake was all you needed to seal a deal. So I’m quite sure a hand-drawn map worked just fine too. Besides, according to you, your grandmother’ s map wasn’t much better. Ty yanked the map back up. What’s this supposed to mean? He stabbed at some writing in one corner. What’s this junk about lining up the iron pin with the hollow log beside the creek where it forks? Chely glared at the map for a few seconds, her green eyes sparked with anger. Ty wondered what they would do in the throes of passion. Ah hell! he said. He put some distance between them before he did something crazy like haul her against him and kiss her until they both gasped for breath. He leaned against a tree and stared across the carpet of pine needles and dead leaves. The gurgle of the creek sounded loud in the silence. After a moment Chely walked over to him and put her hand on his arm. At least we know the creek is there, she said with a smile, causing his breath to do acrobats in his lungs. Why don’t we go home and get some lunch and come up with a better plan. These property lines are old. Ty blew out a mouthful of air and shoved away from the tree. You’re telling me. I’ve not even seen the fence line that was mentioned. She smiled again, tugged on his arm and nodded her head back toward the way they’d come. Let’s go home. Home? Did she realize what that sounded like? And why did it sound so good to his ears to have her refer to that old house as home? He’d never thought of any place as home. Not in the thirty years he’d lived on this earth. Not until Chely welcomed him into her life at gunpoint. He stalked back down the trail they’d followed. Get thoughts like that out of your head, Walker. No woman wants to get tangled up with the likes of you. Back in the kitchen, Ty watched as Chely washed her hands and got out the light bread for sandwiches. A pencil rolled back and forth on the table between them as Ty scowled at it. Ham and cheese with corn chips sound okay? she asked over her shoulder, before frowning at the pencil. Must be some kind of magnetic field underneath the house. The pencil stopped. Ty grunted his answer. I’ll take that as a yes. She returned her attention to the mayonnaise jar. A few minutes later she set a plate and a cup of coffee in front of him. She sat down across from him and took a small bite out of her sandwich.

Ty felt her eyes on him and wondered what thoughts raced through her mind. He didn’t have to wait long to find out. What’s got you all riled up today? There’s a storm brewing in your eyes that would rival anything Mother Nature could throw at us. She picked up a corn chip and slid it between her lips. Ty focused on a cracked section of the sink. I just want to get this mess straightened out and get the hell out of this town. The sooner the better. He shoved his chair back and stood. I’ll be outside. He needed some serious air in his drowning lungs. ~*~ Chely sat in the kitchen long after he’d shoved the screen door open—with his hands this time, she noted —and walked outside. How did he do that? She remembered the flashlight as it rolled all by itself. And the picture that had crashed to the floor. Had he been responsible for that? Or did she have a ghost in her house? A smile sprang to her lips. That sounded stupid, but not anymore stupider than Ty having some kind of telekinetic powers. Even though it scared her a little, it also fascinated her. Who are you, Ty Walker? He seemed irritated with her for reasons that ran deeper than the obvious one of finding her on what he thought was half his property. Well, too bad! She was here, and she wasn’t about to budge. Besides, she liked this big old house. She’d always wanted to live in a house like this, and never did understand why her grandfather hadn’t wanted to live here. He never rented it out either. It had sat here abandoned for over twenty years. Whenever she’d asked him, he’d change the subject and refuse to talk about it. The sound of a vehicle in the gravel behind the house reached her ears. A dog barked—a big dog from the sound of it. Out on the deck, Spooky howled in fright. Chely jumped up and ran to the kitchen door. Spooky! The cat tore around the house with the biggest dog Chely had ever laid eyes on right behind him. No! She shoved the screen door open and ran out on the deck, careful to avoid the holes where Ty had ripped up the boards. Spooky shot under the house and the dog stopped just in time to keep from bashing his head against the chipped yellow siding. Brutus! Ty yelled. Chely clutched her T-shirt. What the heck is that? It’s my dog, Ty answered. Dog? It looks more like a horse. You can’t keep that thing here. He’ll kill Spooky. Tears stung her eyes. Spooky was her baby and best friend. If something happened to him, it would break her heart, especially if it was so soon after her grandfather’s death. Relax, Brutus wouldn’t hurt a bug. He just wanted to play. Ty pulled the Great Dane away from the house by his collar. Since it looks like I might be here for a while, I called Joe and had him bring him out. Joe climbed the steps to the deck and joined them. Good-morning, darlin’. He turned to Ty. I guess you’ ve gotten acquainted with Cades Cove’s pistol-packing honey. He looked her way and grinned. I’m just glad she didn’t shoot me, Ty answered. Chely liked Joe. He had a country boy charm about him that sent women’s heart all aflutter, no doubt.

But not hers—she glanced over at Ty. Not with him around. Chely watched the dog as he leaned against his master’s leg, looking up at him in adoration. He didn’t act like a killer dog, especially with his tongue hanging out and that happy panting going on. But she wasn’t taking any chances. I think I’ll keep Spooky inside just in case. That is, if I can get him out from under the house. After she called the cat several times, and Spooky didn’t appear, Chely wiggled under the porch. Careful, darlin’. There’s no telling what might lurk underneath that old house, Joe drawled. A weed brushed her arm. Her heart did a double back flip into her throat. Please, please don’t let there be any snakes slithering in the shadows, she prayed silently. She wrinkled her nose at the musty smell of old wood and damp earth. Here kitty, kitty, she called gently. A soft meow answered her. Come on, sweetheart. I won’t let that big bad dog get you. I promise. She squirmed closer to the dark shape of the cat. Spooky retreated further into the gloominess. Dang, I need a flashlight, she said. Why hadn’t she thought to bring one? Aren’t you afraid of snakes? Ty called from the hole he was peeking through. Chely jumped and screamed, banged her head on a support post and scooted backward out from under the porch. Snake! she shrieked. Did you see a snake? Joe laughed. I don’t think snakes crawl this time of year. Calm down. Ty reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. If you’re so afraid of snakes, why didn’t you let me or Joe crawl under there? Spooky is not your responsibility. Besides, I’m smaller and can fit better. She rubbed her head while dusting off the front of her jeans with the other hand. I’ve got a flashlight in my cruiser if you want to borrow it, Joe said. Chely frowned at him in question. I heard you talking to yourself, Joe explained. She felt a blush creeping up her neck. I sometimes do that, especially when I’m agitated. She laughed nervously. A flashlight would be great. Thanks. Don’t worry, I won’t let Brutus hurt Spooky—I promise. Ty gave her that charming, drop-dead-gorgeous smile as they watched Joe stroll toward his patrol car. Chely kept her eyes on Joe’s back. Anything to keep from staring at Ty. He had made it clear that he was only here to straighten things out with the house. Don’t let him take a piece of your heart with him when he goes, she warned herself. When Joe returned he handed her the flashlight. Do you want me to give it a try? No, Spooky doesn’t take well to strangers. She remembered how Spooky had rubbed up against Ty last night while she’d held him at gunpoint. Well, most of the time, that is, she amended. On all fours once again she crawled back under the house. Kitty? She shined the light from one corner to the next. Here, kitty, kitty, come to mama, baby, she said in an exaggerated silly way. Remembering that

a very nice-looking male could hear her, she squeezed her eyes shut and mouthed, Shoot! Could she sound anymore like a dweeb? Chely? Ty called. Yeah? she yelled back. Are you okay? Yeah. Why? It just got awfully quiet under there. I thought perhaps a big snake got a hold of you. There was laughter in his voice. Joe laughed and she heard him say, Man, don’t scare her like that. Chely scooted back out and stood, tossing Ty a glare. If a snake had gotten a hold of me, people in Africa would’ve heard me scream. Ty chuckled and took the flashlight from her. Let me give it a try. He found a bigger hole a little further down, dropped to his knees, squeezed under the house, and disappeared little by little. It made Chely think of a snake again. One heck of a sexy snake, though, she thought. A few minutes later he crawled back out. Did you find Spooky? Didn’t see him. He switched off the light; his eyes darted around, looking at everything but her. Finally, he settled his eyes on Joe. Joe frowned slightly as if he were reading a secret message. Maybe he scrambled out the other side? Maybe. Ty kicked at a rock with the toe of his boot. I did find something else, though. What’s that? A chill skittered up Chely’s arms. Did she really want to know? Bones. Bones? As in animal bones? she asked. No. He finally met her eyes. Human.

CHAPTER THREE Joe dropped to his knees and wiggled through the hole that Ty had crawled out of a few minutes earlier. His gun belt caught on a jagged piece of siding. Reaching around, he unsnagged it and vanished in the gloomy shadows under the house. Ty looked over at Chely just as she threw him a side-ways glance. She fiddled with her lower lip and scrutinized Brutus where he lay sprawled on a thick clump of dried-out grass. Lord, he hoped Brutus wouldn’t eat her cat or she’d never forgive him. A few minutes later, Joe reemerged. After he stood up, he dusted off his uniform. Yep, human bones

alright. What? Chely rushed over to the hole, dropped to all fours, and started to crawl under the house again. Joe cast Ty a sharp glance and mouthed, Stop her. Ty frowned and spread his hands wide in question. How the hell was he supposed to do that? Joe made grabbing motions with his hands. Hurry! he whispered loudly. Ty took a couple of steps toward Chely, slid his hands around her waist, and pulled her back to her feet. He clamped down on his tongue to keep the groan inside when her soft body pressed against his. Hey! She squirmed against his grasp. Let go of me, I want to see. The fewer people who’ve been under that house before the investigators get here, the better, Joe said. He trotted toward his cruiser once again, but did an about-face before he got there. You didn’t touch anything, did you, Ty? Ty shook his head. I just saw part of the skull and an arm. Looked like something had been digging around it. Realizing that he still held Chely against him, he slipped his arm from around her waist and let her go. Chely stepped away and cast him a suspicious look while she straightened her clothes. I’m not gonna believe there’s human bones underneath the house until I see it with my own eyes. You think I made that up? He shot her an incredulous look as something that felt suspiciously like pain stabbed at his heart. Was she calling him a liar? I think you want me out of this house. I may want you out of the house, but I wouldn’t stoop to such a low level in order to accomplish that. He stalked over to the edge of the forest and took a couple of deep breaths. Chely beat all he’d ever encountered. She was terrified of snakes, but couldn’t wait to crawl back under the house to view something as macabre as human remains. I called and the medical examiner can’t get here until tomorrow, Joe said. Ty rejoined them. What do you need a medical examiner for? Whoever the poor devil is, he or she is deader than a doornail. Any idiot can see that. Only the medical examiner can determine the cause of death. I don’t want you two anywhere near that skeleton. Joe checked the camera he’d gotten from his car for the number of the next exposure. He took a few shots of the outside area before he crawled under the house again. Boy, he takes his job seriously, Chely said. Frowning, she rubbed her arms as she swayed from side to side in a nervous slow dance. Of course he does. He’s a good cop. Ty couldn’t help noticing how cute she looked with a smudge of dirt on her cheek and disheveled hair. He imagined that’s the way she’d look when she woke up in the morning—minus the dirt. Chely bit her lip, opened her mouth like she was about to say something, and then closed it again. A few minutes later she did the same thing.

Apology accepted, Ty said. I’m sorry—it’s just that this house means so much to me. A pleading look crossed her face as if she was begging him to understand. I know. Their eyes met and lingered. Joe once again climbed out from under the house. By this time his uniform was too dirty to simply brush the filth away. Cobwebs clung to his hair. He swiped at the dirty things and pulled out a small notebook and pen. When did you move into this house? he asked, pen poised to write. A couple of weeks ago, Chely answered. Who lived here before that? No…no one. It’s never had any occupants. Joe looked up. Never? I noticed it was empty for the past few years, but didn’t know if it’d always been that way. Chely glanced at Ty. My grandfather built it, then let it stand empty. Don’t you think that’s a bit odd? Joe frowned in disbelief. She shrugged. It’s been empty for the past twenty years. That’s around the time those children disappeared, Joe mumbled. Chely clenched her fists, looking ready to fly into Joe and spoke through gritted teeth, You don’t think my grandfather— I don’t think anything, but I have to look at everything, Joe answered. When Joe switched to cop mode, he was professional, and sometimes he came off sounding insensitive. Ty thought he’d better throw some water on the fuse before it reached its destination and Chely exploded. Joe would think pistol-packing honey then! He might not have known her long, but he’d known her long enough to know that her grandfather was a sore spot best left alone. Come on, Joe, that skeleton was a full grown person, not a child. What would that have to do with the missing children? Ty asked. Like I said, I’m looking at everything. Joe smiled and closed the notebook. I’ll be in touch. As he headed to his truck, leaving Ty and Chely to stare after him, Spooky walked around the side of the house and hissed and arched his back when he caught sight of Brutus. Brutus lifted his head, appeared to think about another chase, and then dropped back down to finish his nap instead. Chely scooped Spooky up and carried him inside. ~*~ Later that night Chely stood at her bedroom window and watched Ty pace back and forth in front of a canopy of bushes. The moon cast an intangible glow across the trees and the ground. Every so often Ty

would stop and stare at the bushes in front of him. Probably checking for the property lines, she thought. When he glanced up and saw her staring down at him, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away. Off in the distance a wolf called out its mournful howl. Others answered it. A shiver shook Chely’s body from head to toe and uneasiness settled in the pit of her stomach. Something was familiar about the sound of the wolf—something long forgotten, pushed down in a dark corner of her mind. She shoved those thoughts away and crawled between the cool sheets. She didn’t want to believe that her grandfather had had anything to do with the body underneath the house. And she refused to believe he’d had anything to do with the missing children—not the children—no way! Not the man who bandaged her skinned knees and dried her tears when the other children made fun of her; not the man who read her bedtime stories and tucked her into bed; not the man who took her camping and fishing. No way would she believe there was a mean bone in his body. Slowly her eyes drooped toward sleep, and her last thought was that her grandfather was a good man. She ran as fast as her small legs could carry her. Every few yards she’d toss a terrified glance over her shoulder. The hideous twisted face full of pure evil and hate was still back there…and gaining on her. She mustn’t let it catch her. If only she could reach her grandfather. Suddenly blood exploded around her, a bright red geyser that splashed all over her white cotton dress. The world blurred into a hazy red as she slipped to the cold wet ground. The wail of the wolves followed her into darkness. Chely jerked awake and gasped out half a scream. For a few minutes she lay with her eyes wide open, clutching the patchwork quilt to her chin. Then she sat up and shoved her hair out of her face. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she slid from the bed and made her way toward the stairs. Each step creaked and groaned when she put her weight on it. Something moved in the shadows above her. Any icy breeze ruffled her hair. She froze and listened. A marble bounced down the stairs, paused on the edge of one step as if it was a living thing undecided about whether to continue on down. Spooky sprang from the top step and pounced on the marble only to knock it the rest of the way down the stairs. She gasped and grabbed her pajama top. You scared the crap out of me! The cat chased after it a tad bit too frisky for this time of night, Chely noted. Again, a cold chill brushed against her back and fanned through her hair. The uncanny feeling that something watched her from the shadows washed over her in a frightening wave. She backed down a step, keeping her eyes on the landing above her. Then she turned and ran the rest of the way down the steps. When she reached the bottom, she let out a nervous little laugh. Jeez, you need to get a grip if you ever hope to live here by yourself, she mumbled. On entering the kitchen she was startled by a dark shape sitting at the table. Sucking in a sharp breath, she flinched. Dang it! That’s the second time my heart has been thrown into overdrive tonight. You scared the heck out of me! She flicked up a switch and the fluorescent lights flickered on and began to hum. Ty blinked at the sudden brightness. Sorry, didn’t mean to. What are you doing sitting here all alone in the dark? He wore burgundy plaid pajama bottoms with no shirt, looking distracted and sexy as all hell. Her heart raced out of control for a very different reason now.

Couldn’t sleep. He took a sip from something in the mug he held with both hands—hands that shook, Chely observed. You too, huh? She heated some water in the microwave and fixed a cup of cocoa for herself. Actually, it wasn’t that I couldn’t sleep. I had a nightmare. She shivered and rubbed her arms. I hate those things. Ty lowered his cup and stared at her for a long time. Finally he asked, What was it about? Chely shrugged. I don’t know. I think I was being chased, and there was some blood… She hesitated. …and wolves. They weren’t physically there, but I could hear them—the sound they make when they howl at the moon. A long, drawn-out, mournful wail that strikes fear in the hearts of even the strongest and bravest person. Chely took a slow sip of her hot chocolate. I dreamed of wolves, too. Chely lowered her cup and stared at him. You’re kidding? No. That’s why I couldn’t go back to sleep. Well, that’s certainly…odd. I’ve had this feeling every since I arrived here that this house is trying to tell me something. Ty stood and placed his cup in the sink. It’s just the fact that this place is so big and old. She swept one hand in the air and looked from corner to corner. I mean it’s a house right out of a gothic romance or something. Ty leaned against the sink. I don’t know… Chely focused on a dusty spider web long ago abandoned by its maker. It hung in tattered ruins, waiting for a duster to sweep it away. She couldn’t dismiss Ty’s feelings because she felt something, too. The house appeared to be alive, and sometimes at night she could feel it as it breathed on her skin. It was always a subtle draught that left behind a chill when it departed. She shivered and hugged herself. Best not to think about things like that. I never planned to come back to this town, Ty said and met her gaze. Chely took her eyes off the spider web and looked at him. You used to live here? Up until I was twelve, until my grandmother decided she couldn’t handle such an energetic and troubled boy. I couldn’t sleep at night, and I’d often wake up screaming. The kids at school picked on me without mercy. They thought I was some kind of freak because I talked very little, and some days not at all. The nightmares were the worst. It was always the same dream. I was surrounded by a pack of wolves, trying to protect someone. And the blood—so much blood! I always woke up before I could see who was with me—the person I was trying to save. Ty shifted his weight from one leg to the other. When things didn’t get any better, I was shipped off to an aunt who lived on the coast of North Carolina. My mother couldn’t be located. She was deep in the jungles of South America studying the many species of snakes that slithered around on that continent. For all I know, she’s still there—or maybe the snakes got her. My Dad never claimed me as his son, even when the DNA tests proved he’d fathered me. The nightmares stopped after I moved away from here. Tonight was the first bad dream I’ve had in almost twenty years. Brown eyes so full of sadness and questions sought hers.

The urge to wrap him in her arms and whisper reassurance was so strong that she found herself rising from the chair to do just that. She caught herself in time and sat back down. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who felt betrayed by someone who was supposed to love you, if for no other reason than that you shared the same blood type. I don’t remember my mother, Chely began. Grandfather’s only answer to my questions about her was that she’d moved away. He wouldn’t tell me where or why. And he couldn’t answer the one question that still haunts me to this day—why hadn’t she taken me with her? She shoved the now lukewarm cup of cocoa to the center of the table. My father drifted into town, spent one night with my mother and then drifted back out again. I was the product of that one-night stand. She concentrated on a knot in the otherwise smooth texture of the solid oak dining table. She absently stroked her mug with one finger. Grandfather was the only family I had. She lifted her head to meet Ty’s gaze. For a moment his eyes mirrored her pain and the sting of rejection. Two strangers with a common bond. I keep thinking I hear the heartbeat of that poor unfortunate soul buried in the dirt below the hardwood floor beneath our feet, like the tell-tale heart in that Edgar Allen Poe story, Ty said with a little humor in his voice. I wonder who it is. I think we’re both just a little freaked out over that skeleton underneath the house. Maybe once it’s been removed, we’ll feel better. No longer hungry for the chocolate milk, she rose and carried the half-empty cup to the sink. When she set it down, her arm brushed Ty’s. She wasn’t prepared for the sudden jolt of desire that shocked her body at the feel of his warm skin on hers. Their eyes met. Suddenly she forgot how to breathe. Maybe it was the nightmare. Maybe it was the fact that she needed to feel close to somebody after such a bad dream. Or maybe she just wanted to taste his kiss. Whatever the reason, she leaned toward him and touched her lips to his. Closing her eyes, she moved her mouth over his, meshing them together, soft at first, nipping lightly, and then more urgent when he responded. Ty slid his arm around her waist and pulled her snug against his hard frame. She could feel the heat of his bare skin through her sleep-shirt. His hand roamed up and down her back, and then slipped lower to caress her bottom. Chely moaned softly as her tongue tentatively sought entrance to his mouth. Gaining it, she ran her tongue over his teeth, then tangled it with his. A slow sweet ache uncoiled at the center of her body and spread to her stomach. With a sudden desire to feel his heartbeat next to hers, to touch his soul with the breath from her body, she slid her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. All of her common sense seemed to have flown right out of her mind. Right now she didn’t care. She wanted to go on kissing Ty Walker like it was the last day of the planet called earth. The heady mixture of sweet emotions that inebriated her would rival any alcoholic drink in its potency. Her body burned and trembled with a life that had lain dormant for years. For the first time in ages, Chely quivered with vitality, and heaven help her, she wanted to kiss Ty until the sun rose in the east and set in the west. To stay in this moment forever would be eternal bliss. The telephone rang. They sprang apart like two children caught stealing a piece of candy at a discount drugstore. The spell was broken. Her breath caught in her throat. What’s that? she whispered, her mind still drunk from the kiss she’d shared with Ty. He took a deep breath. Sounds like a telephone. His arms still held her against him. He was warm and solid, and it felt oh so good to be this close to him, to feel his breath upon her cheek and the security of

his strong arms. If she could stay here, she’d be okay. The…the phone? Chely frowned and glanced toward the phone on the wall beside the refrigerator. That’ s not possible. She licked her lips and groped for Ty’s hand. Ty looked from the phone than back to Chely. Why? Because I haven’t called the phone company yet. You lied to me? I didn’t know you then. Eyes full of fright glanced toward the phone. It rang again.

CHAPTER FOUR Ty slipped his arm from around Chely and strode over to the phone. After hesitating for a few seconds, he snagged the receiver and barked into the mouthpiece. Hello? Then, Grandma? His eyes met Chely’s, but he quickly looked away. She’d have questions— questions he didn’t know if he could answer, let alone explain. I know what you found, his grandmother said. Small town talk has already reached you, huh? Ty shifted and leaned against the wall. He had seldom visited his grandmother over the years, but she always had the knack for unnerving him. Tonight wasn’t any different. Guilt ate at him. Whenever he’d arrived for a short visit over the years, she’d taught him so much—but it was lessons for something he had no desire or use for. He managed to keep it toned down, except for when he was upset or worried. I haven’t heard anything, she said, but didn’t elaborate on how she’d found out about the body. Ty had his suspicions about how she knew, though. The same gift that was handed down to him. Except, a gift wasn’t what he considered it; it was more along the lines of a curse. Did you call for any other particular reason? I need you to take a look at my hot water heater while you’re still in town. Why don’t you just wave a magic wand over it? Don’t be obtuse, Ty. You know I like to do things the normal way—when I can. Like now? He was referring to the phone service that wasn’t hooked up, according to Chely. He met her curious eyes across the kitchen table. God, how he wanted to taste her sweet kisses again. Ty, are you listening to me? Sorry, I’m still here. Leave the past buried. There’s no need to know any more about that body than what you know now. It’s a little late for that, Grandma. The medical examiner and investigators will be here in the morning to

dig up anything they can. He heard the sharp intake of her breath, and then so low he almost didn’t hear her, I should’ve known she wouldn’t… Her voice trailed off. What? The phone clicked in his ear. Grandma? He replaced the receiver and shrugged. She hung up on me. Chely took a step forward and pointed at the phone. There’s no way possible you could’ve had a conversation on that phone. Ty frowned as he observed her trembling hand. Hey, it’s okay. Maybe it never was disconnected. Yes, it was. I checked it the night you broke in and crawled through that upstairs window. It was as dead as that skeleton under the house! Chely walked up beside him, pulled the phone off the hook and listened. She held the phone out to him. See! He took it and put it to his ear. Damn his grandmother! Somehow, even though he’d known better, he had thought—no, hoped—the phone was working. His suspicions had been correct. Grandma only did things the normal way when the circumstances suited her. How was he supposed to explain this to Chely? Imagining her reaction when she found out what he was, clawed at his stomach. In the past it hadn’t really mattered what women thought about him, but with Chely it was different. He didn’t think he’ d be able to stand the look of horror on her face when confronted with it. A napkin holder slid across the table and hit the floor. Chely jumped and whirled around. There are too many strange things going on around here that I just don’t understand! The flashlight, the pencil and… She swept her arm toward the napkin holder where it had stopped against the refrigerator. Maybe I’m just tired. I think I’m gonna go on back to bed and see if I can get some more sleep. I think that’s a good idea. They locked eyes; she mesmerized him once again. How could one woman do that to him? No one ever had until now. Forget it, Walker! There will be no happily ever after for you. Chely brushed against him, stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Sleep sweet, she whispered before heading off to her bedroom. Ty had an insane urge to follow her and show her just how sweet sleep could be. Instead he replaced the phone on its hook and climbed the stairs to his own bedroom. Spooky sat outside his door and stared at him without blinking. Ty had the uncanny feeling that the cat stood guard. But that made no sense. Why would the cat guard his bedroom door, and not Chely’s? And for heaven’s sake, it was a cat, not a dog. As if Brutus had heard his master telepathically, he barked and followed up with a long, drawn-out howl. Ty shivered. It sounded too much like those wolves in his dream. He quickly opened his bedroom door, crossed to the window and opened it. Brutus, shut that up, he called. Nobody wants to hear that barking all night long! Brutus looked up, chuffed like he was annoyed with the command, and then lay back down, resting his head on his front paws; his eyes were wide and sorrowful like his doggie heart had been broken by the sternness in his master’s tone. Ty closed the window and headed for his bed. He was going to get some sleep one way or another tonight. He stopped short when he spotted Chely’s cat kneading the quilt at the end of his bed.

Good thing I’m not allergic to cat hair, he mumbled before pulling back the covers and sliding between the sheets. They were crisp and smelled like a fresh spring day. Southern hospitality was a given, it seemed, even if the guest was unwanted. With thoughts of Chely to warm his bed, he drifted off to sleep. Sometime during the early morning hours, he awoke to see Spooky sitting ramrod straight, staring at something in the corner. But when he looked, the corner was empty. Spooky hissed and backed up a step, posed for either flight or attack. The fur along the cat’s back stood on end. Ty concentrated on the corner and thought he saw a shadow shift in the darkness. But after a few more moments, he shrugged and lay back down. ~*~ Surprised, Chely woke to sunshine spilling through her bare window. The rest of the night had been nightmare free, and she’d gotten plenty of rest. She felt energetic and ready to tackle the chore of cleaning the house from top to bottom. Well, some of it anyway. There was no way she’d get it all done in one day. It would be more like several days, or perhaps even weeks. Especially when she was bad to put things off. Her grandfather may have been the king of the sarcasm club, but she was the queen of the procrastination club. And there was one little distraction. Ty. How was she supposed to scrub floors when all she wanted to do was kiss him? Good grief, it was just a kiss! Oh, but what a kiss! Even now her lips tingled in memory of his soft mouth moving over hers, drinking small droplets of her soul one at a time. She rolled over and pulled the covers up around her neck. Enough of those kinds of thoughts. Sleep took over for another ten minutes. She knew from experience that the longer she laid there, the harder it would be to get up, so she slung back the quilts and slipped out of bed. Looking around the room, she frowned when she didn’t see Spooky. Surely this house wasn’t so big that he got lost in it. After a quick shower, she dried her hair, pulled on a faded pair of jeans with holes in the knees, and slipped a white long-sleeved T-shirt over her head. The smell of coffee and fried bacon urged her from the room. She entered the kitchen to see Ty standing at the table, up to his elbows in flour. His black and blue plaid shirt hung open with the sleeves rolled up, exposing strong, sexy forearms. Chely drew in a sharp breath. What a virile male! He was in her kitchen cooking breakfast. And making biscuits, no less. Where had he learned that trick? She didn’t know, and didn’t really care. All she knew was that she liked it. Maybe she could keep him forever? She groaned inwardly. Thoughts like that were no-no’s. He would just break her heart, no doubt, and that was something she could do without. She cleared her throat and Ty looked up at her. Mornin’ sleepyhead, he said. Breakfast will be served in about thirty minutes. His tone was that of a snooty butler. The only thing missing was the uniform, and he could pass for a butler, a handsome butler, like the one Tony Danza played in Who’s the Boss . No, wait; Tony was a housekeeper, wasn’t he? She forgot all about Tony Danza when Ty grinned and winked at her. Lord help, what that man could do to her pulse! It hopped around inside her body like popcorn kernels in hot oil. Biscuits? Her eyes wandered to his solid chest, a chest that she wanted to sleep on after a night of hard romancing. Yep.

Interesting. One-word sentences seemed to be all she was capable of right now. Ty paused in the middle of forming a small piece of the dough into one round biscuit. I figured since I’m not likely to get married in this life time, I might as well learn how to construct my own home-cooked meals. Chely’s heart sank. He was one of those commitment phobia males. But what did she care? Marriage was not in her plans either. Not for a long time to come at least. Some day she hoped to find a love that would shake up her world and leave her breathless with its intensity. The kiss they’d shared last night rose to her mind. It had left her breathless, and it’d certainly shook her world. She scowled at such thoughts. There was more to love than a kiss that had kicked her heart into high gear. Heck, just a glance at Ty had that effect on her. So it was lust, nothing more. If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’ll never get breakfast finished. A mischievous grin spread across his masculine lips, lips that she’d kissed with such wild abandon last night. I…uh…need to feed the cat. Real smooth, Chely, she berated herself. She walked over to a row of oak cabinets and yanked open one of the doors. After extracting the cat food, she poured a small amount of the dark, brown, fish-shaped nuggets into a dish. Here, kitty, kitty, she called. Spooky hopped down from his perch on top of the refrigerator and sauntered over to his food. When Chely replaced the bag back in the cabinet, a big black spider scurried from the shadows and crawled across her hand. She shrieked and jumped back, shaking her hand in case the vile creature was still there. Chill bumps invaded the surface of her skin. The only thing she hated more than snakes were spiders. Ty was at her side before the scream had died in her throat. What is it? He glanced at her, and then inside the cupboard. Give me a newspaper. He snapped his fingers. Quick! I don’t have a newspaper. A dishtowel will work. Chely rushed over to the sink, grabbed one out of a drawer, wadded it up, and tossed it to him. It grazed the tip of his fingers and landed on the floor. Dion Sanders, you’re not, Chely teased. Ha ha! The spider had moved outside the cabinets, and now scurried toward the ceiling. Ty flicked it with the dishtowel and it landed on the floor, where he stomped what little life remained out of it. Chely had second thoughts about cleaning if she was going to run into creatures of that sort. Maybe she could convince Ty to help her. She’d imitate Mr. Clean and he’d imitate the Orkin man. Ugly little devil, wasn’t it? Ty said with a disgusted scowl on his face. I wonder if there are any more? I’d bet my bank account there are. Probably been a few underneath the covers with you, also. I suppose spiders would seek a nice warm bed on cold nights, too. I really could have done without that little bit of information. If you hear me screaming my head off in the

wee hours of the night, you’ll know something else shared my bed besides Spooky. Ty laughed and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Done with that, he put the pan of biscuits in the oven. After pouring herself a cup of coffee, Chely sat down at the table and sipped from the mug. She stared at a spot on the wall for so long that her vision blurred. Ice clinking into a glass caused her to draw back and refocus. Ty stood at the icebox, frowning, while cubes of ice leaped from the trays and landed in the glass in his hand. How do you do that? Chely asked, incredulous. Ty jerked and placed his hand over the glass. A few stray ice cubes hit the floor and slid several feet away from him. Do what? he asked innocently. You know exactly what. Whenever you’re around, objects spring to life. I don’t know what you mean. I just dropped some of them. Why was he lying? What was it about him that he felt she couldn’t be trusted to know? She wanted him to confide in her, tell her all of his secrets, and let her into his heart. What was she thinking? Suddenly she didn’t feel like breakfast or house cleaning. Instead, she had the overwhelming urge to go visit her grandfather’s grave. How she wished he were here to give her advice. She was in danger of losing her half of the house to a virtual stranger—along with her heart. Excuse me. She grabbed her car keys off the key rack on the way out the door. Chely? Ty called after her. She kept going without looking back. The back yard was filled with men in dark suits and policemen in uniform. How many men did they need to investigate one death? Most of them appeared to be standing around watching each other do nothing. Hey, darlin’, Joe called and trotted up to her. Hi, Joe. She offered him a weak smile. Don’t worry, these men will be out of your way soon. You going somewhere? He peered around her and scrutinized the vehicle behind her. Just to visit my grandfather. He blinked. His grave, I mean. That’s okay, isn’t it? Surely I’m not a suspect in that poor person’s murder mystery, am I? Joe laughed. No, darlin’. I just wanted to caution you against talking about the investigation. You might think a yard full of suits is bad, but a yard full of reporters would be worse. Mm—smart thinking. Opening the door to her tan colored Range Rover, she slid behind the wheel. I’ll talk to you later. She smiled and shoved a pair of sunglasses over her eyes.

You can count on it. The drive to the cemetery helped clear her mind a little. She rolled down the window and let the brisk air tug at her hair. Her thoughts returned to Ty. What she felt for him was infatuation; she was sure of it. And as soon as the property lines were cleared up, he’d be out of her life for good. All she had to do in the meantime was keep her distance and, for heaven’s sake, not kiss him anymore! Pulling into a parking space outside the old graveyard gates, Chely sat behind the wheel for a minute and allowed the warm rays of the sun to seep into her bones. The last few years the temperatures in December had been mild. Too much like Fall or Spring. She liked for her seasons to feel like the right season for that time of the year. The cemetery rose up on a slight incline, and was covered with grass that always seemed to stay green no matter the time of the year. Chely opened the vehicle’s door and slid out of her seat. She walked up the steps to the gate and shoved the black iron open. Her grandfather’s grave was down at the far end. The mound still looked fresh even after a month. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stood before his headstone. A few red and yellow roses adorned his grave, including a pot of daisies from her. I feel so alone without you here, she whispered, and wiped a stray tear from her face. I sure could use your wisdom right now. First, Ty crashes into my life with the ridiculous notion that he owns half the property my house sits on, and then that body is found. Joe seems to think you might’ve had something to do with that, but I can’t bring myself to believe it. A breeze kicked up and cooled the wetness on her cheeks. She looked at the mountains that rose in the distance. I love you, Grandfather, but I can’t understand why you kept so many secrets. She stared at his headstone as if she expected it to speak up on her grandfather’s behalf. But it was as silent as the sound of midnight on a cold winter night. Finally, she kissed the tips of her fingers and touched the headstone. Until we meet again, she said, then turned to leave. Oh! Chely took a startled step back. An old lady dressed in a long black dress stood near the headstone of the grave next to her Grandfather’s. The scent of Lavender floated in the air between them. The old woman stared at her without blinking. Excuse me. I’m…I’m sorry. Chely skirted around her and headed back to her car. When she got to the steps, she turned around to get another look at the old woman. Everything about her was odd, from her outdated clothes and the hand-knitted shawl that covered her head, except for a few stray gray strands, to the way she stood in front of her grandfather’s grave holding a single black rose.

CHAPTER FIVE After leaving the cemetery and the peculiar old woman, Chely decided to drive into Townsend. The little city in Tennessee was often referred to as the back porch of Cades Cove. Living here all of her life, Chely had grown accustomed to the pine-dotted hills, endless wooded areas with its waterfalls and ice-cold mountain streams and the wild animals. In summer, the place was over-run with people from miles around trying to capture a moment of timeless beauty in photographs and vacation memories. She’d often have to stop behind a family of tourist as they gaped at a deer munching on grass in an open field off the highway. But when she was in a hurry to get somewhere, those same tourist irritated her to no end. She’d sit there fidgeting with the steering wheel until somebody in the back seat of the car ahead would turn around and notice theirs wasn’t the only

vehicle on the planet, let alone that stretch of scenic highway. Thank goodness for the winter months, or the locals would never get to their destinations on time without leaving an hour or two earlier. Pulling the Range Rover into a small gas station, she parked in front of the pumps and filled up the tank. On her way to the store, a gust of wind blew out of nowhere and swept her hair back from her face, then whipped it around to shroud her vision. With one hand she pulled the black strands away from her eyes, and opened the door with the other. The screen and glass slammed shut behind her, nearly nipping her in the heels before she got all the way inside. Hi, Betsy. Chely greeted the cashier. I’m surprised that wind didn’t blow you away out there. Betsy took the twenty from Chely’s hand and rang up the purchase. Chely smoothed her hair and smiled. I’m sure I wouldn’t have blown far, surrounded by these mountains like we are. Good to see that smile on your face again. Betsy handed a few coins back to her. How you holding up? I’m okay; thanks. Chely wished people would quit asking how she was doing. She was doing no better and no worse than anybody else who had lost a grandparent. It just made her miss her grandfather all the more when people reminded her that she was supposed to be grieving. I heard Ty Walker was back in town. Betsy smoothed the corner of a newspaper on the counter, cast her a quick glance, then looked back down at the paper as if it held more interest than what Chely’s answer might be. Yes, he is. Chely decided to let the other woman work for any information. Maybe she’d give up and stop asking questions. The last person she wanted to talk about or even think about was Ty right now. She’d escaped the house to put some distance between them. That man was way too sexy for his own good, with that rugged outdoor body made from hours hammering two-by-fours and nailing down shingles. Thoughts of what he could do to her between the sheets made her blush to the roots of her hair. Chely picked up a blue-grass cassette from the rack on the counter and perused it. I didn’t think you were old enough to remember him when he left town the first time. He’s been back a time or two over the years, Betsy explained. I wonder if he’s staying with his grandmother again? Another one of those sidelong glances. She reminded Chely of a girl she went to high school with—short blonde hair, small pug nose, blue eyes and a killer tan; she used the tanning beds faithfully even during the winter months. Chely shrugged. No need to start the gossip mill. Betsy didn’t need to know that Ty slept in the room right next to hers. Although, now that Betsy mentioned it, why wasn’t he staying at his grandmother’s? Probably afraid Chely would steal the property lines and run off to parts unknown with them. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she thought of how ridiculous that sounded. I heard that he was a little odd, Betsy said. Chely frowned. What? Ty—he’s an odd one. Why do you say that?

They say he can do—things. The cashier leaned over the counter in a conspiratorial manner. Things? Chely would have laughed if Betsy hadn’t looked so serious. With his mind. The ice cubes and the napkin holder from this morning rose unbidden to her thoughts. Could Ty move objects telekinetically? Or was it something else? Last time he was down here, some guy picked a fight with him over at Cartwright’s Roadhouse. Everybody there witnessed a knife as it flew up from the table and stabbed the man. They said it slammed into his shoulder and came right out the other side. Betsy nodded in grim conviction. So? So! Betsy stared at her like she’d lost her mind. The knife did it all by itself with no help from anybody. Don’t you think that’s a bit bizarre? Chely shrugged. Well, maybe a little. She was more inclined to think the story was somewhat exaggerated, but not by much. Too bad, especially as good-looking as he is. Betsy shook her head and sighed. Too bad? You know…well…you know—it just makes Ty kind of abnormal. I’d be afraid to let him touch me. Oh, for heaven’s sakes, Betsy, it’s not like he’s contagious. The only side-affects Chely had gotten from his kiss were sweaty palms and a palpitating heart. She frowned and shoved the thoughts of Ty’s mouth as it had touched hers to a corner of her mind. She was supposed to forget about that. She scowled at the cassette tape and shoved it back in the slot. Besides, he’s probably no different than you or I. Well, she didn’t quite believe that herself, because strange things did occur whenever he was around. No need to get snippy about it. Betsy drew back and reached for a cigarette. You act like he’s your boyfriend or something. She lit the cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then blew the smoke out through her nose and mouth. Besides, it’s just rumors. By the time the tale got to me, half the knives, forks and spoons from the restaurant kitchen had stabbed the poor man to death. Chely’s shoulders drooped and she sighed. Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. Too much has happened in the past couple of weeks. The property lines. The body. Her Grandfather’s death. But she couldn’t tell Betsy about those things. Joe had warned her about that. Betsy’s features softened. I know, hon. I guess I’d better get on home. I’ve still got a mountain of cleaning to do. Chely took a step toward the door. You ever gonna get started on that? Betsy asked, and then laughed as she flicked ashes into a chipped heavy glass tray to one side. One of these days. She pushed the door open. Hey, Chely, why don’t you come to the barbecue my family has planned for Saturday. That is, if the weather holds.

I’ll think about it. It would be nice to get out, shake off the funeral blues and get a little sunshine. Maybe Ty would come with her. Disgusted with herself for once again letting her thoughts stray to him, she mumbled a good-bye and pushed the store’s door open. It’s at the entrance to the Cades Cove Loop. Thanks, I’ll let you know. Chely returned to her vehicle and sat behind the wheel for a few minutes before cranking the engine and driving off. She made a trip to the local super-market and picked up some cleaning supplies. Now there was nothing left to do but go home. Why was she avoiding home? What was wrong with her? Ty was there, but he was just a man like any other—well—sort of. Because you like the way he makes you feel, and it scares you to death. Well, forget that! She wasn’t about to let a man keep her from her own home. And it was her house. All of it! With renewed determination, she pointed the Rover in the right direction and headed home. The backyard was deserted, all but for a few officers in uniform. Joe broke free and walked over to her. Hey, darlin’, let me help you with that load. He took the plastic bags of supplies from her. Thank you. Chely couldn’t help but smile whenever Joe was around. He was the type of guy who could charm a woman even though they knew he called every woman he met darlin’. Once inside, Joe sat the bags on the table. Where’s Ty? Chely asked. Oh, he mentioned something about a hollow log and an iron pin a little while ago, and headed down toward the creek. Chely nodded and glanced out the screen door. I see they’ve about finished out there. Almost, but of course the FBI will be around to question you and Ty. She tossed him a puzzled look. Nothing to worry about. Just routine stuff. I don’t think they have much hope of solving the murder. The body’s been in the ground for quite some time. Probably was there before this house was built. I wonder who he or she was? Chely poured herself a glass of orange juice and then offered Joe a glass. He shook his head. Stuff gives me heartburn. He rubbed his stomach and grimaced. Don’t much matter who the body is now, I don’t guess. The person mattered to somebody once, Chely said softly, and took a sip of the tangy liquid. Joe squeezed her elbow on the way to the door. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call. I’ll keep you informed about the case’s progress when I hear any details. Thanks. Joe paused at the door. I’ll do everything I can to make sure your grandfather’s name doesn’t get tarnished in all of this.

She lowered the orange juice glass and smiled. I believe you will. Later, darlin’. After he left, Chely decided to clean the front room. It would be the room most used outside the kitchen and the bedrooms. Her thoughts strayed to what other uses the bedroom could be put to besides sleeping. A groan worked its way up her throat. She had to get thoughts like that out of her head. Frowning, she threw herself into the task at hand, willing her mind to forget about Ty and the naughty thoughts about him that ought to be outlawed. The afternoon slipped away as she worked. When she next noticed the time, the sun had started its descent toward the mountaintops. She stretched and rubbed her back. Looks better, she observed. The couch looked big and soft, and she pictured herself there, cuddled up next to Ty as they watched a movie. Ugh! Disgusted with herself, she decided to go in search of the man who was never far from her thoughts. Hopefully he’d made some progress in finding the property lines so they could clear up this mess. At least one of the messes anyway, she thought as she reflected on the skeleton that was probably resting in cold storage right now. She found Ty squatted down near the creek. He’d shed a black leather jacket earlier, and it now hung on a bush near the creek. Brutus sat on his haunches a few feet away watching his master intently. Dirt flew up from the ground as though a high-pressure air-compressor blasted away at it. But the only thing pointed at it seemed to be Ty’s eyes. Find something? Chely called. Ty looked over his shoulder at her, and the dirt dropped to the ground. He didn’t say anything for several seconds. That beard stubble and the way he studied her with those brown eyes had her heart doing jumping jacks inside of her chest. Lord, she needed to get a handle on her heart. This is an iron pin, but I’m not sure if it’s the one I’m…we’re looking for. There’s the fork in the creek. Chely followed the line where his finger indicated. Part of the creek branched off, covered in a thick growth of Laurel bushes. The fence line seems to be missing. He looked around as though it would pop up like magic out of the dead leaves. Can’t we just do a search for the deeds back so many years? Wouldn’t that tell us something? Maybe. Ty started back up the trail. Brutus followed his master like a loyal subject, stopping only for an occasional sniff of a bush or a rock. It might be the best place to start, he conceded. This sure isn’t getting us anywhere. His masculine scent assaulted Chely’s senses as he walked past her and she inhaled sharply. He smelled of leaves, the warm sun, the earth, and faintly of Stetson Cologne. Maybe she should suggest that he stay with his grandmother. The longer he stayed with her, the harder it would be to forget him when he left. This time on the way back to the house, Ty was careful not to let any of the branches slap her in the face. Once he stopped and pulled a saw-briar aside so she could pass without getting scratched.

Trotting a few feet ahead of them, Brutus suddenly stiffened and growled. Ty lunged for him and snagged his collar. The dog jerked to a stop before he’d gone a few steps. A wolf paused on the path in front of them. Chely sucked in her breath as the hairs stood up along her arms and fear did the jitterbug down her spine. Ty tightened his grip on Brutus’ collar. Easy, boy, he cautioned. Brutus growled low in his throat and strained against the tight hold. A ferocious bark issued from his throat. What do we do? Chely whispered. It wasn’t uncommon to see wild animals in Cades Cove but it was still unnerving. Nothing. It’s a red wolf. They’re shy and it’ll go away in a minute. Chely had the uncanny feeling that the wolf sought contact with her. For one second, she thought she saw a glimmer of recognition flicker in its eyes, and then it dashed off through the trees. Recognition? What an odd thought. Chely stared at the spot where the wolf had disappeared. I told you. Ty placed his hand on the base of her spine and nudged her forward again. He, too, stared after the wolf with a thoughtful expression on his face. Tightening his hold on Brutus’ collar, he followed Chely. When they arrived back at the house, the sun’s last rays peeked above the mountains. Within a few minutes its glow was gone, leaving a chill behind in the late evening. The backyard was empty except for the yellow police tape that flapped in the small breeze. The grass was flattened and looked even more lifeless than it had before the police had arrived. Chely walked into the house, cutting on lights as she strode from the kitchen to the living room. The house took on a spectral aurora at night, kicking her imagination into high gear. She expected to see ghosts of years past float up from the floor, most specifically the ghost of the unfortunate soul who had been buried underneath the house twenty some years ago. Ty’s solid frame cast shadows in the lamp’s glow as he leaned against the doorjamb. He shoved his hands in his pocket and stared at her without saying anything. Chely nervously smoothed a pillow on the couch, then picked it up and sat down in its place. Well, here we are, she said. She tucked her legs on the couch and hugged the pillow. Being alone with Ty caused her system to turn into a super sensitive bundle of nerves. What if he kissed her again? After she’d looked at the end table, bookshelves, fireplace and whatnots scattered about the room, her eyes settled on Ty. Bad move! One look there had her thinking things better shut in some forgotten room of her mind. How was she supposed to get through another night without wanting to fling herself into his arms and say to hell with what the consequences might bring with the morning light? The grandfather clock struck the hour, and Chely nearly launched off the couch in fright. Gulping down a mouthful of much needed air, she willed herself to relax. Would you like to ride over to my grandmother’s with me? Ty asked, his voice sounding loud in the quiet wake of the clock. I figured I’d go look at her hot water heater. I really should clean off the mantel above the fireplace, she answered. Never mind that she’d already done that earlier. It’ll be here when you get back.

I— Ty interrupted her. I don’t want to leave you here alone. Why? It’s not like that person underneath the house was murdered yesterday or anything. I know…I…it’s just that something about this house feels wrong. Something is here that doesn’t belong. A chill skittered up her spine. You’re scaring me, she whispered. I don’t mean to. He held out his hand. Come on, I want you with me. As if mesmerized, Chely rose from the couch and walked over to him. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips, then whispered in her ear, Let’s go. Knees weak, she followed him on unsteady legs. There goes my heart, she thought. The ride to his grandmother’s was short and silent. It turned out she lived only half a mile down the road. Chely sat scrunched against the door in case she touched Ty by accident, and wouldn’t be able to stop. Ty pulled his pick-up onto a bumpy driveway. Grass brushed the under-belly of the truck as he drove the short distance and stopped in front of a cottage-like house. The porch light was on as if it had expected company long before any had arrived. There was a slight movement in the window near the door. An old woman stepped out on the porch, and into the glow of the porch light. Chely gasped. It was the mysterious woman from the graveyard.

CHAPTER SIX Ty glanced over at Chely when he heard her gasp. Everything okay? Chely turned huge green eyes on him, her cheeks pale. Fine. Everything’s fine. She offered him a smile. Let’s go meet your grandmother. Ty released his seatbelt, opened the truck door, and slid out of the driver’s seat. When he walked in front of the truck’s hood, he noticed that Chely stared at his grandmother with an apprehensive look on her face. She hadn’t made a move to open the door on her side, or shown any indication she wanted to get out. He opened her door. You coming? Yeah, sure. Sorry. Since the truck was high off the ground, Ty circled her waist with his hands and lifted her down. Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance. When her feet touched the ground he didn’t release her, but held her in his grasp as the complete look of trust in her eyes stole his breath. His pulse beat a hard, steady rhythm against his chest, and he felt himself lean forward. He wanted to touch his mouth to her soft lips, burn a trail along her neck up to her ear. And whisper how much he wanted— needed—to feel her skin next to his. Chely cleared her throat. You can let me go now, she said softly.

Oh, sorry. He refocused, dropped his hands, and stepped back. After a few seconds, he started toward his grandmother’s house. Damn, if he hadn’t nearly kissed Chely in front of his grandmother. Hell, he’d wanted to do more than that! He removed his black cowboy hat, finger-combed his hair, and then replaced the hat on his head. It’s about time you got here. His grandmother lifted her face so he could give her a peck on the cheek. I said I was coming, didn’t I? Noticing that Chely lingered on the lawn, he motioned for her to come join them. Chely, this is my grandma, Mae Walker, Ty said when she joined them on the porch. Chely held out her hand, and Mae grasped it between both of hers. Nice to meet you, dear. A paper-thin smile curved her lips. She turned toward Ty. Perfect. Her comment made Ty nervous, because ‘perfect’ meant that Chely had passed the first stage in the ‘find Ty a suitable wife’ game. Chely had the right coloring with her black hair and green eyes. But he was not looking for a wife—just property lines, he stubbornly reminded himself. A pleasure to meet you, too, Mrs. Walker. Chely pulled her hand from the older woman’s grasp and stepped closer to Ty. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think that she was nervous or scared of his grandma. Well, Grandma, let me get inside and take a look at your water heater. As he stepped across the threshold, he noticed the green glass witch’s ball still hung in the living room window, like it had for years. It was meant to ward off witches’ spells or ill fortune. Ty had never figured out why his grandmother needed it. If anybody needed the charms, it would be other people to keep her away, he thought with a grin. My water heater is fine, dear. He flashed her a perplexed frown. Then why did you call me down here? She shrugged, and as her eyes wandered over to Chely, another thin smile rose to her lips. Annoyance oozed out of him as he pulled his hat off and slapped it against his leg. Grandma, I don’t have time for this nonsense. Well, dear, if you really want to fix something, you can replace the back steps at the kitchen door. That’s what you do, isn’t it? Fix people’s broken steps? Mae raised her eyebrow in scathing amusement. I’m a carpenter, yes, he said simply. Too bad you won’t do something with your real talent. Ty watched Chely wander over to a table near the window in the dusty dimly lit parlor and pick up a wooden box with a glass front. I have no desire to join the Psychic Hotline, he told his grandmother between clenched teeth, hoping Chely couldn’t hear him. She appeared to have relaxed a little bit, and he didn’t want to make her nervous again. That’s not what I meant, Mae snapped back. Chely examined the witch’s box, holding it up to see the bottom. Another charm supposedly to protect the occupants from spells, Ty thought.

This is very pretty, she said. What’s in it? She shook the box and peered through the glass at what was inside. Just some herbs, bits of rowan, pieces of human bones. You know, the usual odds and ends people collect. Mae smiled as if she enjoyed toying with Chely. Chely paled and sat the box back down. Ty frowned. What was his grandmother up to? I’ll go fix some tea, Mae said. Chely, why don’t you go out and watch Ty do his thing? It’s such a pretty night out. Mae smiled like she had a secret up her sleeve, and glided out of the room toward the kitchen. Ty followed and opened the kitchen’s back door. Flipping the outside light on, he studied the steps. After a few moments he decided the whole shebang needed replacing. The wood was rotten to the core. It was a wonder his grandma hadn’t crashed through one of the steps and broken an ankle or hip. Grandma, why didn’t you have this replaced sooner? You know I don’t trust anybody but you with work like that. She ducked behind a cabinet door so that Ty couldn’t see her expression, no doubt. He grinned. She may complain about his choice of careers, but she was still proud of him, he could tell. When Chely squeezed by him in the doorway, all of his blood traveled south at warp speed. He sucked in a sharp breath. Excuse me, she said and allowed her hand to slip slowly off his side where she’d braced it to keep from tumbling down the steps. Suddenly it was altogether too hot, and Ty couldn’t seem to get enough air into his lungs. What in the hell was Chely doing to him? She carefully negotiated the half-rotten boards and walked across the yard toward the bare garden where a huge weeping willow stood guard. His grandmother had so many charms to ward off witches, that Ty wondered how she was even able to enter her own home. And for that matter, he couldn’t quite figure out how he could either. Grandmother Mae chuckled behind him. Ty took his eyes off of Chely and turned to look at his grandmother. Don’t put anything in that tea but tea, he warned her. Now, dear, would I do anything else? Besides, I like Chely. That mysterious smile appeared on her lips again. That’s what I’m afraid of, he mumbled and sighed, weary from dealing with his grandmother’s eccentric ways. I’ll need to pick up some lumber in town before I can fix your steps. He waved toward the gray rotted wood. Pick up enough to build a deck. I think it would be nice to have a place to sit out in the sun and let the warm rays sink into my skin, especially now since my bones do more creaking than the box-springs underneath my mattress whenever I roll over. Ty felt his heart tighten. His grandmother was old, and some day she’d be gone. And he knew he’d miss her more than he thought possible when the time came. He looked toward Chely in sympathy. He knew she must miss her grandfather a lot more than she showed.

~*~ Chely wandered over to a cement water garden fed by a spring of ice-cold water. The gurgle of the pool as the water hit the reservoir lulled her, made her feel peaceful and safe. The huge willow tree provided shelter, and she imagined she saw a kindly old-woman face engraved in the knots on its surface. A smile played along her lips. Although Ty’s grandmother had made her nervous, this spot did not. She was curious as to why the old woman had been at her grandfather’s grave. Had they known each other? Chely couldn’t remember ever seeing them together. Maybe she’d get up the nerve and come ask her someday. She returned her attention to the tree and touched the bark with one finger. It was rough against her skin, and she felt a tingle travel up her arm. A sudden vision flitted through her mind of a little boy and a little girl playing chase around and around the tree. The tree was much smaller then. The boy wore jeans, a T-shirt and high-top sneakers, the girl a blue dress with white canvas shoes. When the girl fell, the boy knelt down and kissed her hurt knee, and then looked at her with soft brown eyes. Beautiful, isn’t it? Chely snapped out of her daydream, withdrew her hand and turned toward Ty. Very. Especially the willow tree, she added a little louder. Confused, she cast a glance at the tree and touched it again. No tingle that time. What had just happened? The bark is great for toothaches or whatever sort of pain you might experience. Chely and Ty jumped in unison. Grandma, do you have to sneak up on people like that? The ice jiggled against the side of the yellow pitcher as Mae poured tea into three short glasses on the patio table, one innocent eyebrow raised as if she hadn’t the faintest idea what Ty was talking about. Come, join me and drink your tea. She gestured toward two other chairs with pure white cushions and took a seat at the head of the table. Ty pulled out Chely’s chair and then sat down across from her. It was better than having him sit right next to her where she’d be tempted to accidentally brush her hand against his or touch him in some way. She found herself wanting to do that more and more. Darn it! She didn’t need these feelings. Frowning, she slid her hands under her thighs to keep them out of temptation’s way. She didn’t trust herself not to reach across the table and touch him. How long do you plan on staying this time? Mae asked Ty. He fiddled with the glass of tea in front of him, running his finger over the outside of it. Not long. There are a few snags in the whereabouts of the property lines, which reminds me—do you have a copy of them? Mae nodded. It’s been misplaced, and I haven’t seen it in years, but when I find it, I’ll pass it along to you. Do you have anything more up-to-date? Chely asked. Her only answer was a small smile. Ty drained his glass and set it down with a thump. I guess we’d better get going.

Leaving so soon, dear? Mae asked. Yeah, but I’ll be out Saturday to work on your deck, and I promise to finish it before I leave town again. Ty glanced at Chely and noticed her gulping down her iced-tea as quickly as he had. Suddenly, he felt bad about rushing her, but being in the same room with his grandmother for too long made him nervous. He was okay when he visited by himself, but it was a whole new ordeal if he brought company. His grandmother loved to scare and shock people with her witchy ways. At the front door, Mae pressed a small green glass bottle against Ty’s palm as Chely walked on to the truck. You need to place some of Chely’s hair in this bottle, and make sure she has the bottle with her at all times, she whispered next to his ear. Ty groaned. Grandma, I’m not going to do any such thing. You’d best listen to me. Once again she pressed the bottle into his hand. She needs to be protected. He shoved the bottle back to her. I can protect her without the aid of witchcraft. Oh, you dear foolish boy! You have no idea what you unleashed when you disturbed that body. She withdrew her hand and closed her fist around the bottle. It was just a pile of bones. His grandmother smiled faintly as sympathy clouded her eyes. Be careful. A shiver snaked along Ty’s spine as he ran down the steps to join Chely in the truck. He wouldn’t allow his grandmother to spook him. He could handle those in the spirit world just as easily as he did those in the real world. He’d be okay, and so would Chely, because he’d protect her with his life if he had to. Before he’d gotten halfway across the yard his grandmother called, Have you got any ajo macho? No and I don’t need a huge clove of garlic, either, he called back. ~*~ Once in Ty’s truck, Chely breathed a sigh of relief. The whole time she’d been in his grandmother’s house she’d felt like she’d been there before. She remembered a similar garden with a willow tree, only the tree had just been a young sapling. Of course it couldn’t have been the same garden; she’d never been to Mae Walker’s house that she could remember. Still, an uncanny feeling brushed along the inside of her stomach that Mrs. Walker had known her for a long time. The whole visit had been surreal. When Ty climbed behind the wheel and started the motor, she flinched. He didn’t seem to notice how jumpy she was. He placed his arm on the back of the seat and backed into the turn-around spot that was nothing more than a bald place in the grass. Once they were on the road home, the tension drained from her body and she slumped in the seat. Your grandmother is…different. That was the understatement of the century. She’s a freaking fruit-cake. Ty took his eyes off the road and smiled at her. But I love her, anyway. Chely’s heart gave an unnatural thump, skipped a beat, and then hammered out of control against her ribs. Ty could charm her lace-trimmed panties right off of her with that smile. Her face grew hot at the direction her thoughts had taken. For some reason her lungs didn’t want to cooperate when she tried to drag in some much-needed air. She quickly rolled down the window and let the brisk night air cool her

heated flesh. You’re falling fast, kiddo! she warned herself. You better pull yourself upright before you crash land. The porch light welcomed them home. And home it was to Chely. It didn’t matter that the house had stood empty for all those years, or that a body was found underneath the house, and it didn’t even matter that Ty claimed half the property was his. It still felt like she belonged here, and here was where she’d stay. Nothing could make her leave, not even if those bones underneath the house crawled out and did a jig on her kitchen table. Of course the bones were no longer there, but still…. The interior of the house was dark, and the cathedral ceiling in the front room kept the chandelier from throwing down much light. It just created more shadows. Spooky scampered out of a corner and dashed across the back of the couch, causing Chely’s breath to hitch in her throat. The cat dragged his claws down the arm and hit the floor with a thump, and then used his back legs to dig into the skirt at the bottom of the couch while hugging and biting the fabric next to his face. Wish I had that much energy, Ty said. Chely sniffed a laugh. Don’t people usually say that about children and not cats? A vision of a miniature version of Ty flitted through Chely’s mind. The boy would have her black hair and a small nose, Ty’s smile and brown eyes. She sucked in a deep breath. What on earth was she thinking, fantasizing about what their children would look like? There was no way that would happen, especially since Ty had made it clear to his grandmother earlier that he was leaving town as soon as he could. Pain shot through her chest at the thought of never seeing him again. Why had he bought the property if he hadn’t planned on staying in town? She was too tired to think on it tonight. Scooping up Spooky, she headed for the stairs. I’m calling it a night. The FBI will be out in the morning to ask us some questions. I think Joe will be here, too. Great, that’s something to look forward to. Ty pulled his hat off and tossed it on the couch. Chely smiled and shrugged as she started up the steps. Sleep sweet. Once in her bedroom, she decided to leave the door ajar so Spooky wouldn’t wake her clawing on it in an attempt to get out. She brushed her teeth, slipped into a pair of pajamas, and crawled in bed. Thirty minutes later she drifted off to sleep. In the early morning hours, she was jerked from a fuzzy dream. Spooky yowled, the reverberation echoed throughout the house, bouncing off the walls, magnifying in volume, and sent chills racing along Chely’s skin.

CHAPTER SEVEN Ty wrenched himself from a horrific nightmare, sprang from his bed, and stood in the middle of the drafty floor with his hands held in front of his face. They shook as he stared at them in the shadowy darkness. He half expected to see blood following nightmare into reality. The bad dream slowly slipped into an unpleasant, hazy memory.

Outside in the night, Brutus barked, and then growled, followed by more ferocious outbursts. Ty started toward the window to yell at the dog. Somewhere in the house Spooky howled, and then something growled, a noise that didn’t sound like it belonged to the feline species. Something thumped across the floor above him. Ty tilted his head back and looked at the cottage-cheese-textured ceiling. Once again the cat wailed like he was in a brutal fight. Sounded like he was losing, too. Ty pulled on a pair of jeans, tugged on a T-shirt, and hurried to the door. He stepped out in the hall at the same time Chely emerged from her bedroom. Is Spooky in your room? she asked. No, I thought he was with you. Spooky howled again. Chely looked toward the ceiling. Sounds like he might be above us. What’s up there? Just the attic. A high-speed foot-chase scrambled across the floor above them. More growling. More wails, only weaker this time. A dull thump bounced across the attic. Then there was silence. Brutus isn’t in the house, is he? Chely asked, her worried eyes darting from the ceiling to Ty. He shook his head. I heard him outside. The floor above them remained quiet, and the silence caused dread to settle in Ty’s heart. He walked toward the end of the hall and peered up the stairs. Darkness swallowed the last few steps. Chely joined him and flipped on the stairwell light switch. Nothing happened. Ty reached over and flipped it up and down a couple of times. Still no light. You got a flashlight? Chely didn’t answer, but ran back down the hall to her bedroom. He peered up the dark steps again; his pulse pounded against his chest. What if Spooky was hurt? Or worse—dead? He knew how much Chely loved that cat, and his heart ached at the pain she’d feel if something happened to him. A few minutes later she trotted back to him with a small flashlight in one hand and her pistol in the other. Ty glanced at the gun and then at her. It might be a rat, she said and grimaced.

Big damn rat if it is. He switched on the flashlight and took quick, but cautious steps toward the attic door. He could almost feel Chely’s breath graze his shoulder blades as she followed him up. When they reached the top, the attic door stood open. Dusty cobwebs hung like curtains in the doorway. Beyond that lay murkiness so thick that Ty didn’t think the light of the sun could penetrate it. From his position at the threshold, he swept the beam of the flashlight around the room. Piles of dusty cardboard boxes were stacked against the wall, save for one stack strewn across the floor. A child’s little red chair rocked back and forth like someone had set it in motion, and then abandoned it. Ty swung the light toward the other end of the attic, and the beam picked up a pair of silver-green eyes. He sucked in a sharp breath. The wolf growled, and then thrust itself airborne with two powerful hind-legs, landed on its front paws, and sped passed them. Ty grappled for the doorknob and pulled the door with him as he fell back and banged his head against the wall. Chely grabbed his arm in a death-like grip, and managed to only stumble down to the step below. The creature disappeared down the stairs; something crashed to the floor in its wake. The only sound to fill the ominous silence that followed the wolf’s departure was Chely’s gasp for breath. How did that get in the house? she said, her voice tight. Ty stared down the steps. I don’t know, but it’s probably still in here somewhere. The windows are locked, and it sure as hell can’t turn a doorknob to let itself out. He hoped it wasn’t one of those wolves. A sour taste rose to his mouth, then settled back into his stomach. What if it was? Could he deal with it again and come out alive? He glanced at Chely in the faint glow of the flashlight. Her pretty face was pale, and she still held his arm like it was the only rock for miles in white-water rapids. He’d handle it. For her. He had to. She pushed the door open and peered into the attic; her bottom lip trembled. What do you think it did to Spooky? Her husky words spilled from her mouth like teardrops. Moisture gathered in the corners of her eyes. Ty’s heart constricted. God, he hoped Spooky wasn’t dead. How would he ever be able to make it right for her again? Cats are agile. I’m sure he got away, he reassured her. He flipped up a switch inside the room and was rewarded when the room flooded with light. Chely followed him over the threshold. Here, kitty, kitty, she called softly. She set down the gun on a three-legged table shoved near the door, then knelt and peered underneath a heavy wooden desk. Ty lifted the edge of a dirty sheet to discover a moth-eaten recliner, but no Spooky. He walked the length of the room with his eyes cast toward the floor. At least there wasn’t a trail of blood on the dull hardwood. Thank God for small favors. When he neared the round, dirty attic window, he could hear muffled barks. Clearing a space on the glass, he peered outside. Brutus stood at the edge of the woods, his body stiff and alert. Whatever was out there, the dog didn’t like it. And there weren’t many things that Brutus didn’t like. Kitty, kitty, Chely called again, with uncertainty in her voice.

Ty moved away from the window and looked behind an old-time sewing machine, another small desk, several ladder-back kitchen chairs and piles of boxes. I don’t think Spooky is in here. But he’s got to be. I know I didn’t see him run past us on the stairs. She looked behind a box of clothes he’d just checked. He put a hand on her arm. Honey, we’ve looked everywhere. If Spooky was in this room, he’s not anymore. The last time I checked, cats just don’t up and disappear into nothing. She put trembling fingers against her lips. Distress creased her brow. I’ve never encountered a wolf inside a house, either. Anything’s possible. Besides, we don’t know for sure if Spooky was even up here. He was grasping at slick icicles, but he needed to find some way to put her mind at ease. He was. I heard him. She bowed her head and her shoulders shook with silent pain. After a moment she raised her face, free of tears, and met his eyes. Spooky is all I have. One lone tear escaped and spilled down her cheek. Ty knew in that moment he’d make everything right in her world, no matter what. Oh, Sweetheart, you aren’t alone. He pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair. I’m here. Tenderness raged in his body as he held her. Chely wrapped her arms around his waist in return. Her tears soaked through his T-shirt and wet his skin. Moments later, she pulled away and wiped her eyes. He smoothed a strand of hair out of her face. I didn’t see any blood, so that’s good news. I bet you Spooky hid somewhere, and he’ll come out when he senses the danger is gone. She sniffled and laughed a little. I’m sure you’re right. He’s one tough cat. I’d better go down stairs and find that wolf. He picked up the gun from the rickety table where Chely had laid it a few minutes ago. Once they were back on the steps, Ty started to close the attic door. Chely put a hand on his arm. Spooky might still be in there. I’ll bring up some food and water later just in case. He nodded, released the door and started down the steps. When they reached the second floor, Brutus’ woof grew louder. The constant whump, whump, whump was interspersed with growls. He handed Chely the gun. Here, you check this floor, and I’ll check the one below. What happens if you find the wolf? How will you protect yourself? Her eyes widened. I have other… Put a lid on it, he warned himself. He couldn’t tell her how he could protect himself without the aid of a weapon. Not yet. She wouldn’t understand. I’ll be okay, he finished. Meet me in the kitchen when you finish. Ty checked the kitchen, the front room, and the den. He peeked into the study. The only things that inhabited the room were a cold, dark fireplace and wall-to-wall empty bookcases. The wolf seemed to

have disappeared like Spooky had. He started to pull the door closed, but hesitated. A chill raced along his arms, across his shoulders and down his back. Something was in the study. Ty eased into the room; his eyes darted from one corner to the next. Whatever was there, he couldn’t see it. But he could feel it. The light in the center of the ceiling dimmed, and then popped, sending out a shower of sparks before the room was swallowed in darkness. He quickly turned on his flashlight and spanned it around the room. The beam caught a smoke-like substance as it disintegrated into the air. The chill withdrew almost as quickly as it had latched on to him, but he could still feel the apparition as if it watched him from a distance. When he heard Chely walking down the stairs, he backed out of the room and headed for the kitchen. They met at the entrance. Anything? she asked. No, he lied. How is that possible? I don’t know. He fixed his gaze on the wall beyond her shoulder. Brutus’ bark turned into a snarl. Ty raced across the kitchen. The door flew open and the outside lights snapped on when his mind commanded them. He stepped out on the deck in time to see a wolf disappear in the undergrowth, Brutus in hot pursuit. Ty’s body rippled as he felt it start to transform into his alter ego. He resisted the urge to race after the dog and wolf; to become one with the night, free as a spirit on the wind. He screwed his eyes shut and took in great gulps of air. Fight it! After a few more deep breaths, the feeling subsided and he opened his eyes. That was close—damn close! Brutus! He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled. The shrill sound split the night. He called again, but the dog didn’t heed his master’s call. Ty turned his attention to Chely. Damn! What in the hell is going on? She shook her head, her eyes wide with fright. She huddled next to the door as her breath frosted in the chilly night air. Once again Ty whistled and called for Brutus. The cold atmosphere sank into his skin and caused him to shiver. Brutus wouldn’t chase the wolf far. He hoped. With one last look into the dark trees that lined the backyard, he turned and headed back into the kitchen. The phone rang. Chely jumped and a small scream launched from her throat. Ty snagged the receiver. She’s there, isn’t she? His grandmother’s voice was low and raspy.

What are you talking about, Grandma? You know, and you’d better remember before it’s too late. Grandma, it would help if you’d be a little more specific about things. His eyes met Chely’s. She picked at her lower lip and swayed from side to side. His grandma spoke again. Crazy old fool! I tried to warn him. Grandma— He wouldn’t listen to me. Grand— Get rid of her, before you lose Chely again. Who? The phone clicked in his ear, leaving nothing but dead silence on the line. Ty stood there for several seconds before he finally stirred and hung up the phone. What had his grandmother meant by that? How could he lose Chely again when he hadn’t even met her until two days ago? The grandfather clock in the living room struck the hour of four. Ty rubbed a hand down his face. Maybe we should try and get some sleep with what’s left of the night. He checked the locks on the door before he followed Chely to the stairs in the next room, not that a locked door would keep everything out. When they arrived at her bedroom, he stepped inside to make sure he couldn’t feel anything that wasn’t supposed to be there. I’ll be in the next room if you need me. I’m sorry about your dog, she whispered. He cupped her chin with his hand and rubbed his thumb over her lips. He’ll be back. Ty wished he felt as much confidence as his words conveyed. They stared at each other for a few intense seconds, and then he dipped his head and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her slow and easy, tasting her sweetness. As he deepened the kiss, she opened up to him and he slid his tongue inside and tangled it with hers. Pulling her soft body to him, he slid one hand down her back, cupped her bottom and nudged her closer. God, how he ached for her. But he couldn’t allow anything to develop between them. He wouldn’t put her through the kind of life he lived. Then why are you kissing her? The small voice nagged at his conscious. A soft moan brought him back to his senses and he released her. He cleared his throat. We’d better get some sleep if we plan on being awake enough to talk to the FBI in the morning. Stay with me tonight. Ty’s heart plummeted to his feet; for a moment he thought he’d heard her wrong. Please, she whispered. Just in the room with me. Chely…I— I’m afraid you’ll disappear like Spooky and Brutus. Her voice shook.

Ty nudged the door shut with his foot and led her over to the bed. He pulled back the hand-made quilt and Chely crawled between the cool, pink sheets. Once she was settled, he went around to the other side and lay down on top of the covers, placing one arm across her body. She kissed his fingers, hugged his hand to her chest with both of hers, and snuggled against him. Unadulterated desire shot from his brain to his groin like a torpedo locked onto its target. Oh, hell! Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. He raised his head and looked for another place to spend the night. A cold, hard chair greeted him from a corner of the room. Not a possibility. Night, she whispered, and rested her cheek against his hand. He clamped down on the groan that threatened to spill from his mouth. You can hold her. You can do this. She needs the comfort of your nearness more than anything else right now. Rein in your hormones, Walker! Ty lay awake in the dark long after Chely’s soft, even breaths told him she was asleep. What was this strange sense of protection he felt toward her? It ran much deeper than a need to keep her safe. It was almost as if she’d always been a part of him; a part that until now had been buried deep in the darkest soil of his mind, a place where he wasn’t supposed to dig to bring her back. Why? What was it that he had to remember? Slowly he drifted toward sleep and found himself inside another dream. This time it was of him as a boy; a little girl was with him trapped in a furious snowstorm with nothing but a puny umbrella to protect them from the elements. It was cold. So cold. Stay with me, Ty. The little girl shivered and huddled next to his side. The sound of her voice yanked him from sleep. He blinked and swallowed the dryness in his mouth. A chill covered his body from head to toe. For a brief moment, he thought about crawling under the covers to warm himself against Chely’s body. Not a good idea, he warned himself. If he did that, he was much more likely to start a fire that he couldn’t stamp out. Early morning light crept in through the window. Ty eased his arm from Chely’s grasp. She stirred, but didn’t awaken. He slid off the bed and walked to the window. He’d only dozed once or twice during the night. Now his eyes burned with a grainy sensation he couldn’t wipe away. A fog swirled along the ground and reached slow, ethereal fingers toward the sky. A patch cleared at the edge of the trees. A woman in a red cape, the hood pulled over part of her raven hair, stood staring up at the bedroom window.

CHAPTER EIGHT Chely stirred and her eyes fluttered open. Something was missing. Slowly she raised her head and looked around. When she spotted Ty standing at the window, she knew what it was that she missed. The warmth of his body next to hers and the comfort of his nearness. She’d felt so alone after her grandfather ’s death. The only comfort she’d found was among the books in the ancient library she worked in. And when she’d arrived home at night, Spooky had always greeted her with a rub of his head against her calves. Now she was on leave from the library and Spooky had disappeared. Ty had helped fill that void last night. Sitting up, she brushed her hair out of her face. Morning.

Ty flinched and looked at her for several long seconds as if he hadn’t a clue who she was. Chely frowned. Is everything okay? She slid off the bed and padded over to him. The hardwood felt like ice beneath her feet. One of these days she might actually get around to putting on a pair of socks before she climbed in bed for the night. Or at least get some warm fuzzy slippers to wear in the morning. Someday, she promised herself. Ty cast a quick look outside and then seemed to relax. When he returned his attention to Chely, a strained smile appeared on his lips. Sleep well? She nodded and took a peek outside. Did Brutus come back? Not that I can see. I don’t suppose you’ve seen Spooky this morning, have you? I’ve only been up a few minutes. He walked past her, headed for the door. We’d better get ready. The FBI will be here soon. With that, he exited the room. Chely stood there in stunned silence. She rubbed the chill from her arms and swallowed a hurt she didn’t want to think about. If she’d known Ty was going to act colder than the floor beneath her bare feet this morning, she wouldn’t have asked him to stay last night. How was she supposed to know he didn’t want to be here? The kiss they’d shared certainly hadn’t been any indication that he hadn’t wanted to. When she closed her eyes and remembered the feel of Ty’s lips on hers, a warm, woozy feeling flowed through her body. She grabbed the windowsill to keep from slipping to the floor. Don’t you dare remember how good it felt for him to hold you while you slept, or you’ll never make it to the shower! she muttered under her breath. Cross with herself, she hastened toward the bathroom to drown her desire in a hot shower. If that don’t work, I’ll freeze it out of me, she added aloud as she undid the first two buttons on her pajama top. Talking to yourself again? Chely squeaked and stumbled against the bathroom door. How much had Ty heard? One look at the sly little grin on his face, and she knew he’d heard enough. Heat crept up her neck, making her face as hot as the biblical burning bush. Eavesdropping again? she tossed back. Damned if she’d let him know how he affected her. No. I just returned to let you know the FBI is already here. What? Now? What time is it? She glanced at her arm, but her watch was on the nightstand next to the bed. It’s eight o’clock, he supplied. God, they’re early. Biting her lip, she looked longingly at the shower. I don’t guess I have time, huh? The sooner we talk to them, the sooner they’ll leave. Yeah, you’re right. Ty’s vision dropped to the open top of her pajamas, and she thought she heard the slight intake of his

breath as his eyes smoldered. She glanced down to see the swell of her breast above her white lace bra. Quickly, she pulled the top together. When she looked at Ty, he had that sly little grin on his face again. See you downstairs. Ty disappeared out the door. Damn him! She stared after him for a few moments. He could make her want him so bad with just a look. Not a good thing, she muttered and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, finger-combed her hair, and then started downstairs. When she arrived in the kitchen, two men in dark suits stood at attention near the outside door. They reminded her of the men-in-black from the movie of the same name. Any minute now she expected one of them to pull out a silver pen and do the red flashy thing on her and Ty. A small laugh tumbled out of her mouth. She covered her lips with her fingertips to suppress any more giggles. Ty shot her a confused look. She shook her head, waved him away, and greeted the agents. Gentlemen, would you like some coffee? The tall, burly one stepped forward. No, thank you, ma’am. He held out his hand. I’m Agent Henderson, and this is Agent McGraw. Chely smiled and shook each man’s hand in turn. Chely Austin. I don’t know how much I can tell you about the body. I only moved in here a couple of weeks ago. You had no prior knowledge of the body underneath the house? Agent McGraw asked. No, I didn’t. How about you, Mr. Walker? Ty pushed away from the sink, coffee cup in hand, looking sexy as all hell in an old pair of Levi’s, a white T-shirt and work-boots with the laces untied. I’ve only been in town for the past three days, he answered. And just a handful of times in the past ten years. So you’re saying you didn’t have any knowledge of the remains? Agent Henderson looked at him for clarification. No, I didn’t. Chely eased over to the coffeepot, grabbed a mug from a shelf above the counter, and poured herself a cup of caffeine. She needed to wake up and keep her mind on the questions, and not on how good Ty looked in faded jeans. The questions the agents asked were a little on the ridiculous side. Of course her and Ty couldn’t have known about the body. Dust to dust. The corpse had been under the house so long that the bones were more than a little brittle. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust—ashes to ashes. Something about those words nagged at her memory. She fiddled with her lower lip and frowned in concentration. Somewhere beyond her muddled thoughts she heard one of the detectives ask her another question. Dust to dust—

Miss Austin? She snapped to attention. Sorry, could you repeat the question? Did your grandfather, Wilfred Austin, ever mention anything about what was buried under the house? Any deathbed confessions? No. Frost covered her words. No way would she ever believe her grandfather had anything to do with the body. Mind if we take a look around? Sure, go ahead, but you’ll have to get permission from Ty before you search his half of the house. If the agents thought that odd, their facial expressions didn’t give it away. Agent Henderson glanced at Ty. Ty shrugged and nodded. No problem on my end. As the agents snooped their way through the house, Chely and Ty sat at the kitchen table in silence, as if the sound of their voices would cause the men to sprint back to the kitchen and demand to know what they’d said. When Chely felt Ty’s gaze on her, she turned to look at him, only to remember the way his mouth had felt on hers last night. She averted her eyes and stared at a dust ball near the refrigerator. As if Ty were a magnet and she was the opposite attraction, their eyes pulled toward each other’s again. This time Ty looked away and tapped out a rhythm on the table with one finger as he stared at the wall behind Chely. She rolled the coffee cup between her palms; lost somewhere beyond the moon. Moon of little winter. The thought popped into her mind like a long forgotten memory. Her hands stopped and tightened on the mug. Moon of little winter. Where had she heard those words? The agents returned, breaking her thread of thought. For a brief few seconds, she’d almost remembered. We’ll need you to be available for further questions. Agent McGraw shook Ty’s hand and nodded toward Chely. Miss Austin. Ty followed them outside, but returned five minutes later. The screen door sprang shut behind him. I thought Joe was supposed to be here, too. Chely placed her cup in the sink. Something must’ve come up. She took a deep breath. At least the interrogation was painless. Ty glanced at her, but it was like he didn’t see her. His mind was on some faraway planet where his thoughts didn’t include her, apparently. I need to go somewhere, but I’ll be back in a little while. Ty strode toward the living room and returned with his hat in his hand. Placing it on his head, he started for the door. Is everything okay? Every since Ty had left her bed, he’d seemed distant and cold. She could understand it if they’d done more than sleep. But they hadn’t. So, what was wrong?

Things are fine. I just need to go talk to someone. I won’t be gone long. His gaze dropped to her lips and lingered. For a moment, she thought he would kiss her again. She leaned forward in anticipation. Instead he turned and walked out the door. Hurt stabbed at her heart, but she pushed it aside. No sense in dwelling on things that couldn’t be changed. After the sound of Ty’s truck faded down the road, Chely hopped in the shower and hurriedly soaped her body clean. She wanted to do a little property line investigation while Ty was elsewhere. If there were any traces left of the lines, she wanted to be the first to find them. Armed with the hand-drawn map, she started down the trail that led to the creek. She dropped to her knees where Ty had discovered the iron pin yesterday. Rust grew in a circle around the top. Laying the map aside, She tugged at the pin to see if it would loosen and pull out of the ground. Satisfied that it was planted in the soil deep enough to qualify as a property marker, she stood and looked down the steep slope. No hollow log. It has to be here somewhere. Deciding that standing around was getting her nowhere, she walked down the bank. When she still didn’t find anything, she walked toward the sound of the creek. The sunlight glinted off the clear water as it tumbled over the rocks. The sun felt so warm she thought about lying down on a bed of dead leaves to take a little nap. Goodness knows she needed it after spending half the night looking for Spooky. The thought of her cat caused tears to spring to her eyes. Wherever he was, she hoped he was okay, and that he’d come home soon. The cat would come home. She refused to think otherwise. Now where was that fork in the creek? She looked first up and then down the little brook. Placing her hands on her hips, she looked around. Had they taken a right or a left to get to the creek yesterday? She focused on a rock in the water and concentrated. After a moment, she let out her pent-up breath. It was no use. She couldn’t remember. She started back up the hill, but stopped after a couple of steps. Did she walk down this bank? She looked over her shoulder. Or that one? Everything looked the same—dead and brown. I don’t believe this! Was her memory so bad that she couldn’t even remember from what direction she’d come? She’d just arrived at the creek less than a minute ago. Sucking in a deep breath, she started up the way she’d chosen first. When she got to the top, she expected to see the iron pin. It was gone. With fear building inside of her by the seconds, she ran back down to the creek and walked up the other embankment. All she found there was the top of the ridge. Panic set in, pounding out a frantic beat against the walls of her chest. Calm down. Her hands shook in disobedience to her command. Follow the creek. Since she’d walked down hill, she reasoned that she’d need to walk up hill to return to where she’d started. Hopefully in her own backyard. Ten-minutes and a couple hundred scratches later, she still hadn’t reached her destination. The creek stopped at a natural spring, and there was nothing beyond that but more trees and dead foliage. Tears of frustration and fear sprang to her eyes. How on earth did she manage to get lost? Leaves crunched to her right. She swung her gaze in that direction. The red wolf she and Ty had encountered the other day stopped a few feet from her and sat on its haunches. Its tongue hung out as it panted. It moved forward on four stiff legs and sat down again. Chely swallowed another dose of fear and stood frozen to the spot. She stared into its eyes and saw its age. The wolf was as ancient as the forest they stood in. Somehow she knew that beyond a doubt. A

jagged battle scar ran from the bridge of the wolf’s nose to just above his right eye. It whimpered, lay down on its stomach and inched toward her. Chely stood rooted to the spot until the wolf had crawled within a foot of her. With a hand that shook, she reached out and touched him. Dust to dust—ashes to ashes. ~*~ Ty pulled into his grandmother’s driveway and killed the engine. He sat there for a long while, debating on whether or not to go inside and ask her questions. Would she even answer them? He was almost positive his grandmother knew who the woman in the red cloak was. What did she want? What vengeance did she seek? If it were Chely she wanted, she’d have one hell of a fight on her hands. Chely stirred feelings in his heart he thought he’d never experience. A minute later, his mind made up, he opened the truck door and headed for the house. Taking the steps two at a time, he reached the porch, walked up to the door and rapped on it with his knuckles. No one answered. He rapped harder. Still no answer. Ty moved to the side and peeked into the window. The house was dark and silent. Grandma? he called and jiggled the doorknob. It was locked. He walked off the porch and headed around back, half-afraid he’d find his grandmother sprawled across the broken steps. His psychic ability proved to be non-existent. Thank goodness he didn’t possess that power. Although, sometimes he felt it would be useful, like now, so he could find his grandmother. A hard rap on the kitchen door didn’t rouse his grandmother. He twisted the doorknob, but it was locked too. The only other alternative was to break in, and he didn’t much want to do that after the incident with Chely. Women who lived alone had a tendency to shoot first, and then ask questions while their victims lay bleeding to death. And his grandmother was armed with something a lot more deadly than a mere gun. Some women missed with a gun, but his grandmother wouldn’t miss him with a curse. Lately, he’d sensed her jumpiness. Nope, it wouldn’t be a good idea to startle her from a nap. With one last sweep of the backyard, he started to head for his truck when he saw a wolf half hidden in the shadows across the creek. Grandma? Surely not. She’d never used that ability that he could remember, even though she could. The wolf slid away into the shadows and then it was gone. Ty stood there a few moments longer, staring into the trees, but the wolf didn’t return. If it was his grandmother, he’d have to get answers to his questions another time. When he arrived back home, Chely was not in the house, but her Range Rover was still in the driveway. A cold chill swept through his blood. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. Surely she didn’t go down in the woods. God, he hoped not! He didn’t like what was back there. He could feel the laughter of the woman in the red cape. It slid over his skin in chilly waves.

With his heart in his throat, he sprinted into the trees. At the iron pin, he cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled her name. No answer. He slipped and slid down toward the creek, fighting to keep his balance. Chely! Fear ate at his stomach and panic bit his heart. A faint remembrance of another frenzied search howled around the edge of his memory. Chely! This time he heard a faint reply and dashed in the direction he’d started from. When he reached her in the backyard, all he wanted to do was yank her into his arms and never let her go. Instead he yelled at her. What in the hell do you think you’re doing? Chely’s look of relief disappeared and was replaced with anger. I took a walk! she snapped. Like that’s any of your business. Don’t ever do that again. Not by yourself. Not back there. He pointed into the trees. You got that? No, I don’t ‘got that’! You’re not my boss. And just so you understand, neither are you my father, boyfriend, husband, brother or any other male species that thinks he can tell me what to do. Don’t go back there by yourself, he ground out. There are wolves in those woods. Or did you forget about that one from last night? A wolf is not a dangerous animal. One led me home after I got lost. Lost! Ty wanted to wrap his hand around the nearest tree and rip it out of the earth. Damn stubborn woman! Was he going to have to tie her to him to keep her safe? The center of his body quickened. He clamped down on the sudden desire that hit him square in the gut. Well, not really lost. I just got disoriented. Ty took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. I saw a woman at the edge of the woods this morning. I don’t know who she was or what she was doing there. Until I find out, I’d feel a hell of a lot better if you stuck close to home—and me. Chely paled and walked toward him. A wolf howled on the ridge above them, and she stopped, casting a fearful glance over her shoulder. Ty reached for her hand. Let’s get inside. He swallowed the dry taste in his mouth, wishing he had an ice-cold glass of water. Although it was still December, the temperature was hot enough to be uncomfortable. Joe pulled up in his cruiser and met them at the back door. His usual smile was strained as he greeted them. What is it, Joe? Chely asked. He held up a clear plastic bag that contained a small blue bottle much like the ones Ty’s grandmother kept strung around the house to ward off evil spells. This was found buried next to the body. Do you know what it is? Oh, hell! If that bottle was used for what Ty thought it was used for, there was one pissed-off witch

floating around out there somewhere.

CHAPTER NINE Chely and Joe stared at Ty, as if they expected him to explain about the little blue bottle. Why would they think he even knew? Because of his grandmother? Of course, his grandmother was the reason. He’d heard the whispers whenever he arrived in town, and he was sure they had, too. Especially since they both lived here. How much could he tell Joe and Chely without coming across like some kind of fruitcake? Chances were good they already thought that, anyway. Ty took a deep breath, looked toward the sky, and then focused on the pair that still waited for an answer. It’s a flask used by witches to protect against evil spirits and magical attacks. Joe laughed and scratched his sandy blonde head. Ty, buddy, you’ve listened to the town gossip a little too much. All that nonsense has messed with your mind. Come on, serious now. Do you know what this is? He held out the plastic bag again and shook it for emphasis. Have you opened the bottle? Ty asked. Not yet. Why? Is there something in it? Maybe. Perhaps you’d better take a look, Chely said. Joe chuckled. Okay, darlin’ just for you, I’ll humor Ty. He pulled out a pair of latex gloves and snapped them on. Carefully, he opened the plastic bag and twisted the lid on the bottle. Damn, the top’s stuck. Sticking his tongue out of one side of his mouth, he twisted a little harder. Grit and glass ground together as the lid loosened. Chely and Ty leaned forward as Joe emptied the contents onto the palm of his hand. A few strands of brittle black hair fell out along with some nail clippings. Joe’s expression turned serious. Hair and nails? Tiny nails, Chely observed. I think you’ll find they belong to the person the bottle was buried next to, Ty said. How do you know? Joe asked. Is there something about this case you’re not telling me? I’ve told you all I know—except for one more thing. Ty’s tone was ominous. Chely eyed him with obvious curiosity and apprehension. What did she think? Did all of this talk about witchcraft turn her off? Would she act and treat him differently now? Was she growing afraid of him? He couldn’t bear the thought of her turning away in fear. Despite his head telling him he needed no one, his heart still longed for someone to understand and accept him the way he was, to love everything about him. Love. He almost snorted out loud. He’d be better off storing thoughts like that up in the attic where Spooky had disappeared.

What? Joe prompted when Ty stood in silence. I think in this case the bottle was also used to cause the witch, who’d cast a spell on the victim it was buried next to, great discomfort. Ty wished he knew the identity of the body. It might help him to understand why a spell had been launched against the unfortunate victim. Joe laughed again, but it was more nervous this time. He rubbed his eye, then recapped the bottle. Ty, you’re not making a whole lot of sense. How can this little bottle cause discomfort? I’m almost positive the person underneath the house upset a witch somehow. Oh, jeez! What was he doing trying to explain this to two people whom, from all he could tell, didn’t even believe in such things? The witch may have been mad enough to cast a spell, and my—some other witch tried to nullify it with the witch bottle. Burying the flask underneath the house breaks the spell and causes the caster great trouble. Joe stared at him like he’d stripped naked and run through the trees howling at the moon. Let me get this straight. The body we found the other day was a victim of an evil witch’s curse, and another witch, a good witch, clipped hair and fingernails from the person buried underneath the house, put it in this bottle, and then buried it next to the victim to counteract the spell? Ty nodded. It appears to me the good witch was a little late with the charm, seeing that the person was already dead and all, Joe said. Chely stood to one side, fiddling with her lower lip. Her expression didn’t give away what she might be thinking. The person and the bottle may not have been buried at the same time, Ty said. Look, just get that hair and those nails analyzed. I don’t know what I’m up against until I find out who they belong to. Buddy, you’re spooking me, but I’ll make sure it gets done. Joe started back to his police cruiser, but stopped short, turned around and held up the plastic bag. What happens if you disturb such things? Ty took a deep breath and let the air out slowly. The witch is now in the spirit world, and as far as I know she’s out for revenge. I’m just not sure who she’s after. It could be Chely or his grandmother or even himself. Or all of them. Joe paled and held the plastic bag a little further away from his body. This is crazy talk. Don’t worry, Joe, she has no reason to come after you—unless it’s to give you a gift for setting her free. Joe backed up, then he laughed. No, thanks. Man, I can’t believe I’m almost buying this mumbo-jumbo. If it’d came from anyone but you, Ty, I don’t think I would. With a wave, he climbed into his car and backed out of the driveway. For several long minutes, Chely and Ty stood in silence. He could feel Chely’s eyes on him, but couldn’t look at her. Sooner or later he would need to tell her about what he was. But did it have to be right now? Her soft words broke the silence. There’s something else you’ve kept from Joe, isn’t there? When Ty looked at her, he saw only curiosity, not disgust. Maybe she would be different from all of the others. Maybe she could accept him for who and what he was. It was too much to hope for. Past experiences didn’t lend him much optimism.

It has to do with your grandmother, doesn’t it? she persisted. Ty nodded. I think she may have been involved with what happened to the woman buried underneath the porch. Chely’s eyes widened. You don’t think she killed her, do you? I don’t know, but I do know she’s afraid—very afraid—and my grandmother doesn’t frighten easily. Do you think my grandfather knew anything about this? Ty sat on the edge of the deck and stared out into the trees. Chely sat next to him and waited for his answer. Grandma called him a foolish old man; said it was because she’d tried to tell him something, and he wouldn’t listen to her. I saw her at my grandfather’s grave the other day. She had a look of deepest despair in her eyes. Chely reached down and broke a blade of grass in half. You don’t stand at a person’s grave with a look like that if you didn’t care very deeply about who was buried there. I wouldn’t think so, either. It all sounds so tragically romantic. Chely laughed as if she thought she’d uttered the silliest thing. Her mirth was short-lived as the seriousness of their situation crept into her eyes. Do you ever feel like pieces of your life are missing? Ty asked. Sometimes, yeah. Their eyes met and held. Sometimes I feel like I lost something so long ago, and I’ve been hunting for it all of these years. She tore another piece off the blade of grass. That sounds stupid. No, not at all. Ty smiled and slipped his arm around her shoulder. Don’t worry, we’ll figure out all of this together. He stood. And the best place to start is with my grandmother. You wanna come with me? He held out his hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. No, I want to look something up at the library. Besides, I think your grandmother might be a little more open to you if I wasn’t there. You’re probably right. He leaned over and kissed her on the corner of the mouth. See you later tonight? Of course. She dazzled him with one of her sweet smiles. He wanted to kiss her more than once, but thought better of it. He’d never make it back to his grandmother’s today if he touched Chely again. ~*~ Chely paused at the foot of the library steps and looked up at the stern expressions on the faces of the gargoyles as they stared down at her. Why would anyone want to decorate a public place with such scary creatures? Wasn’t the idea behind a library to get people, especially children, to come in and read —to learn? One look at the hideous expressions on those creatures’ faces would send a child running back home to dive under the bed and hide. After a moment, she walked up the steps to the ten-foot high double doors. Pulling on the handle, she opened the door and walked toward the front desk; her footsteps echoed off the cathedral ceiling.

Chely, back to work so soon? Nancy Regis, the head librarian, removed her glasses and let them fall against her chest on the chains hooked to the earpieces. No, I just need to use the computer room. I won’t be back until Monday. Nancy smiled and waved her to the door on the left. Go ahead. I don’t think anybody else is in there. The room was big, but over-stuffed with books and piles of carbon-copying paper. A dim florescent light flickered over a long table against the wall. The room suddenly felt too closed-in, lending a creepy sensation to the area. Chely left the door open a crack, then sat down and logged onto the Internet. Moon of Little Winter. Those words had bounced around in her mind since this morning. Maybe she could at least find out what they meant. Clicking on the search icon, she typed in the words Moon of Little Winter. A few seconds later, a list of Web pages appeared on the screen. Little One’s Sailor Moon Guide. Chely frowned. Hmmm—don’t think a page on a child’s cartoon is what I’m looking for. She scanned down the rest of the list, but links to Sailor Moon was all that seemed to be listed. Clicking on the number two, she arrived at another page of links. More Sailor Moon. Okay, this is gonna be the equivalent of trying to find a certain star among billions of them. She clicked on the number three. Nothing. By the time she clicked over to the seventh page, she was ready to give up. Then a phrase stood out. She paused and moved the cursor to the link. Little Wolf: Wolf Moon. What’s this? She clicked on it. A defeated sigh followed the click. It was an advertisement for Native American music. Biting her lip, she sat back and thought for a minute, and then typed in Wolf Moon. Maybe that’ll tell me something. She hit the search button. All that turned up was a list of sites for Web page designers. She clicked on a link halfway down the list. The page showed a picture of a woman dancing and a little girl clutching her skirt as she stared in fright at a howling wolf. "...a place in the desert where the spirit of women and the spirit of wolves meet across time... Chely frowned. Interesting. Ty had mentioned that the witch was now in the spirit world. And they’d seen wolves. But Cades Cove wasn’t in a desert. Could they meet anywhere, though? She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. What was she doing? What does the moon have to do with wolves and spirits? What did it have to do with her grandfather? With her and Ty? She wanted—no—needed to find the answers. A clock ticked somewhere in the corner of her mind. Its persistent tick-tock, tick-tock drove her mad. Time was about to run out. It was the only thing she was sure of. That and the fact that she didn’t want Ty to leave after they got the property lines and the body mystery cleared up. Suddenly, she no longer wanted to live in that big old house by herself. It was meant to be shared, and she couldn’t think of anybody who she’d rather share it with than Ty. Share your peanut-butter sandwich with me? the little girl asked, her eyes alight with anticipation. I can’t think of anybody I’d rather share it with than you, the little boy said as he broke the sandwich in half and handed it to her. Chely? Someone shook her shoulder and repeated her name.

She jerked and sat up straight. Sorry…I was… Chely frowned. What was she doing? Thinking? Or remembering? Nancy squeezed her shoulder. Hon, maybe you’d better give it a rest for the day. Chely stared at the computer screen. Dust to dust. Those words echoed in her mind again. What did they mean? ~*~ Once again, Ty found himself at his grandmother’s door. What he hoped to find out from her, he didn’t know. Or maybe he just hoped he wouldn’t find out something that he didn’t want to know. She met him at the door, a grave expression on her face. She didn’t speak, but turned and left the door open so he could follow her back through the house to the kitchen. Once they reached the room, she silently poured him a cup of tea and sat down with her own. Finally, she broke the silence. Might as well spit it out, boy. Grandma, did… He paused and ran a hand through his hair. Did you know the woman buried underneath Chely’s house? How do you know it’s a woman? I…uh… How did he know? I’m guessing…I don’t know. She still had the power to make him squirm and second-guess questions and answers. A body dead that long don’t leave much of a clue as to what sex it is. At least, not to an untrained eye. Her eyes flickered over his face. Perhaps you remembered it was a woman. Why would I remember the house and what was under it? I mean, I didn’t even know it existed until last week. I never said you should remember the house. Ty gritted his teeth. The house, the body, whatever! It doesn’t change the fact that I have no memory of any of them. If I’d had my way, you wouldn’t need to remember anything. She stood up and placed her cup in the sink. Her fingers clutched the sink so tightly that her knuckles turned white and popped and cracked. When she turned back to him, there were tears in her eyes. He was supposed to leave the house to me. What? Who? It pained him to see his grandmother so upset. Wilfred, Chely’s grandfather. The deal was to keep you two away from the house. Away from danger. She swiped at a lone tear on her cheek. He said he was tired, said it needed to end, and that you were the only one who could end it. Grandma, none of this makes any sense. I didn’t know Chely’s grandfather. I didn’t know Chely before a few days ago. Didn’t you? Her look was sharp and sad. Ty had hoped for answers, but all he seemed to get were more riddles. Now he was even more

confused. He wasn’t worried about himself so much as he was worried about Chely. She had no clue what she was up against. How could she fight something she most likely didn’t even believe in? I should’ve known right from the beginning what he was up to when he pulled that stunt with the house. She shook her head. But, no, I let my heart cloud the signs. Grandma, can you help us or not? Slowly she shook her head. It wouldn’t be wise. I could be turned against you, cause you and Chely more harm than if I’d stayed out of it. She stared out the window. Even now she’s watching and waiting. Her eyes locked with Ty’s. Stop looking down your nose at the craft or she’ll finish what she started and I won’t be able to save either of you.

CHAPTER TEN Bright fingers of Saturday morning sunshine rose high in the sky as it inched across the floor. Folding the pillow around her head, Chely groaned and shut her eyes against the glare. One of these days, she’d buy curtains to decorate her bedroom window. Some black ones. That ought to hold back Mr. Bright Smiley Face. She tossed back the covers and wondered if Ty was up already. If he slept next to her, she wouldn’t have to wonder. Maybe he wouldn’t even get up before she did, and they could have a little— Chely cut that thought off. She’d like nothing better than to start his day with a grin, but she doubted that would ever happen. And why did she have thoughts like that anyway? Confound it! There were other things, more important things that needed her attention, like property lines and a dead body. Rolling onto her back, she stared at the ceiling and chewed on her lower lip. She tried to think of sterile autopsy rooms and rusted fences. After a moment, she covered her face with the pillow and screamed against the fabric. It wasn’t going to work. No matter how much she tried, it was just plain, flat-out more fun to think about Ty, and the delicious things he’d do to her body under the covers. A smile crept across her lips as she imagined Ty kissing her on the neck right below her ear, sending luscious shivers down her body, across her breasts, over her stomach to ignite the fires at the center of her body. Flushed with the heat of her imagination, she yanked the pillow from her face and sprang from the bed. For once, she welcomed the cold floor to cool her heated flesh. A glance at the end of the bed, where Spooky usually lay, drained most of the passion from her body. Where was he? It wasn’t like him to stay gone longer than a day, even if he was out prowling. She’d checked the food and water she’d left the night he’d disappeared, but it hadn’t been touched. If days turned into weeks, she’d have to accept the fact that he wouldn’t be coming back. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she pursed her lips and fought not to let them fall. The only problem was she didn’t even know if he had gotten out of the house. He could still be somewhere up in the attic hurt—or dead. She shook her head and pushed that thought away. Putting a shower off for a little bit, she walked downstairs to pour herself a glass of orange juice. There

was a note attached to the refrigerator door with a chocolate chip cookie magnet. Hey, Babe, went to pick up some lumber for Grandma’s deck and ours. Be back around lunchtime. Babe? Our deck? She folded the note and tried to ignore the rapid beat of her heart that the word babe had aroused. Our deck. A smile lit her up from the inside out. Our deck. She liked that. Liked it a lot. Sipping her juice, she leaned against the sink. What was she going to do all day? Her heart sank to her stomach. Betsy’s cookout was scheduled for today. How could she forget that? She hadn’t even given her an answer. Maybe it wasn’t too late. One glance outside and Chely knew she couldn’t spend it cooped up in the house with a mop and a bucket. She looked at the black phone on the wall. Would it work? Snagging the receiver off the hook, she dialed the numbers. Dead silence. She slowly hung the phone back up. You didn’t really expect that to work, did you? she berated herself. What an idiot she could be sometimes. A painful twinge rolled across her stomach. She gasped and placed her hand on her belly. Ouch. It felt like someone had tied her intestines in knots, and then ignited them. Another pain doubled her over and she stayed that way until the ache subsided. A few moments later, she eased to an upright position. Inhaling a deep breath, she let it out bit-by-bit and waited for another attack. Nothing happened. She frowned at the orange juice glass. OJ hadn’t made her sick to her stomach before. Why would it now? When her body continued to function without pain, she headed upstairs to take a shower. Twenty minutes later, freshly scrubbed and dressed, she started down the stairs again. Her hand trailed along the cherry-red banisters as she took her time. A glance at the ceiling fan, the grandfather clock, the over-stuffed couch and the television caused her to slow her steps. Something about the house nagged at her. It felt...cozy, but not a comfortable type of cozy, more like a coziness that belonged to someone else. Reaching the last step, she paused before she stepped down to the living room floor. Why had her grandfather furnished the house if he’d never planned on dwelling in it? Nothing Chely had used in the house had belonged to her, not even the sheets. She wandered out to the solarium. Limp plants and flowers hung from baskets hooked to the glass ceiling. More plants spread their dead fingers along the lifeless rock water fountain. They peeked up from between the crevices in the rocks like decayed hands fighting their way out of a grave. The whole room reeked of death. Something bad had happened here. She could feel it down to her bones. Hugging herself, she rubbed the goose bumps on her arms. A shiver snaked its way up her spine and shook her whole body. Who had taken care of these plants in the past? An old, black book lay open, spine up, on a bench covered in mildew. The back and front cover was speckled with green mold. It lay there awaiting its owner’s return, having the patience of an army of Jobs

to wait out the years that drifted by. Chely slid her hand underneath the book, scooped it up and took its place on the bench. Something stirred the air around her, ruffled her hair, leaving its hot sweaty breath on her cheek. Her heart jolted, and her eyes darted around the room, expecting to encounter someone. Grandfather? she whispered. No one answered. Of course it wasn’t her grandfather. What was the matter with her? His body dwelled in a grave, and his soul sang with the angels. That’s where he was. He hadn’t wanted to live here while alive; why would he after death? Besides, she knew her grandfather would never frighten her. The silence grew heavy. The tick tock in her mind picked up its pace. After one last look around, she returned her attention to the book. The Book of Shadows. She turned the book over so the inside pages faced up. The right page contained a hand-drawn picture of a burning candle, and a ghost streaming away in a vapor. Written in cursive with black-ink on the left page were the words, candle; candle lit in the night. Stomach burns. Life takes flight. A child’s laughter bubbled up from the stone fountain. A chill raced along Chely’s skin. She raised her eyes from the book. The air whispered, In here, in here, Ty! The hairs prickled along the back of Chely’s neck. Chely, you in here? Ty called from somewhere in the house. Chely screamed, jerked to her feet and dropped the book. Ty appeared at the entrance of the solarium and grabbed the doorframe to stop himself from barreling headlong into the room. He looked at her for a few seconds before speaking. You okay? I thought you wouldn’t be back before noon. Got done quicker than I thought. He took a hesitant step toward her and glanced around. You sure you’ re okay? My friend, Betsy, wants you...us...me and you to come to a family cookout today. She stepped over the book, walked right past him and out the door. Once in the front room, she leaned over and took a deep breath. The solarium had crushed the air out of her lungs. It was all she could do to fill them back up again. Chely? Ty slid his hand across her back. Are you okay? She straightened, searched his eyes, then lay her head on his chest. Her body relaxed against him, her pulse returned to normal and her breathing slowed. Safe at last. He slipped his arms around her body and held her. She felt his lips brush her hair. It’s okay, I’m here, Babe, his voice came soft against her ear. A small smile found its way to her lips. There was that word again. She eased out of his embrace. I think it’s okay now.

What happened? Nothing really. That room spooked me a little is all. She shrugged it off as if she hadn’t been frightened out of her wits a few minutes ago. Just my imagination working over-time. She felt a little silly now that the feeling of foreboding had drained from her mind. It was a lot like what happened when the fears of the night were faced in the day. The monster wasn’t ever quite as big as the shadows of the night made it out to be. He reached for her hand. Let’s get out of here. Go to your friend’s cookout. Don’t you have to start on your grandmother’s deck? It can wait. Right now you’re more important. Chely’s heart thumped hard, stopped for a second and then hammered against her ribs. Why did Ty evoke such crazy feelings inside of her? Is this what love felt like? Don’t be silly! she scolded herself. They hadn’t even known each other long enough for such foolish thoughts. She started toward the door, but stopped short when Ty didn’t follow. Coming? In a minute. After he heard Chely open and close the kitchen door, he eased over to the entrance of the solarium. Cautiously he peered inside. There didn’t appear to be anything odd about the room. It was a little neglected, but that was normal considering no one had ever lived in the house. Ty frowned. Something felt off, though. It performed a macabre dance along the edge of his mind, prancing close enough to tease him with the answer, only to retreat and cause him to lose the memory. Something happened in that room. He was sure of it, but didn’t know why. A dog’s bark snapped him out of his thoughts. Brutus? The solarium forgotten, he raced through the house and out the kitchen door. It was Brutus! The dog’s fur was matted and dirty, and he walked with a heavy limp, but he appeared to be fine. Ty knelt and rubbed the Great Dane’s face and ears. Don’t you ever run off like that again, he whispered against the dog’s fur, his tone gentle. You scared me, buddy. Brutus whined and licked his master’s nose. Chely joined them and sat Indian-style on a grassy spot. You’re not gonna kiss him back, are you? Ty laughed. Maybe. He felt along the dog’s flanks, checking for injuries and broken bones. Gently he lifted the lame front leg. A deep gash ran the length of Brutus’s paw. Looks like you tangled with a barbed-wire fence. Ty met Chely’s eyes over the dog’s head. Could Brutus have stumbled over the property lines? Even if he did, we still don’t know where the lines are, Chely said, as if she’d read his mind. He nodded. She was right. But they needed to find the lines soon and get a proper survey done on the land. He noticed her staring off into the woods and wondered if she was thinking about Spooky. Maybe her cat would come home, too. He hoped. Let me clean that wound on Brutus’s paw and wrap it, then we can head out to your friend’s cookout. He stood and walked back toward the house, Brutus limping by his side.

Chely stood in one graceful move and followed them. In the kitchen, she rubbed the dog’s chest with a gentle hand and spoke soft words to soothe the animal. You’ll need to hold him firmly while I pour this peroxide on his wound, Ty said and reached for the brown bottle. She nodded and Ty poured the cloudy liquid over the dog’s paw. It bubbled and sizzled and the dog whimpered, struggling against Chely’s hold. She tightened her grip. After Ty smeared the wound with an antiseptic cream, he helped her hold Brutus a few minutes longer, then wrapped the dog’s paw in white gauze. Good boy. Ty rubbed the dog’s ears, and then helped him to the floor. I do believe you’ll live. Brutus lay down and pulled at the bandages with his teeth. Chely laughed. I don’t think that’s gonna stay on for too long. Ty shrugged. It’ll have to do. On the way out of the kitchen, he kept casting glances at Brutus. He hated to leave him here. The dog probably wouldn’t be much safer inside the house, either. You can bring him to the cookout if you want. I’m sure Betsy won’t mind. Chely touched his arm, kicking his heart rate into high gear. You sure? he managed to get out. She nodded, and he watched the seductive sway of her hips as she walked toward his truck. Jeans pulled taut against her thigh when she stepped up on the running board, increased his pulse rate. It was almost his undoing when she flashed him a smile before she slid onto the seat. Suddenly he no longer had a desire to go to a cookout. He wanted to haul Chely out of that truck and up to his bed where they’d spend the rest of the day between the sheets making wild, passionate love. He needed to put a stop to such thoughts, but didn’t have a clue as to how. All he had to do was look at her and his mind took over. She stuck her head out the window. Hey, you coming or what? Ty cleared his throat, blinked and nodded. He didn’t trust himself to speak. Letting down the tailgate, he patted the edge of it. Come on, boy, up you go. He grunted when he lifted the heavy dog to help him get on the back of the truck without hurting his paw any more than he had to. Brutus whimpered, stretched out on the steel bed and bit at the bandage again. Ty closed the tailgate and joined Chely in the truck. They drove out to the Cades Cove Loop where several other vehicles were parked near a picnic area. A short blonde hurried toward them and embraced Chely almost before she had gotten out of the truck. You made it! I almost forgot. I hope we aren’t too late.

Oh, no. It’s an all day thing. Probably a few more people will drop in throughout the afternoon. Isn’t it just the loveliest day? She glanced toward Ty. Betsy, you know Ty don’t you? Chely asked. I don’t think we’ve ever been introduced, but I know of him. She studied Ty for a brief moment, and then stretched out her hand. Glad you could join us. Ty could feel the woman’s skittishness, but to her credit she made an effort to welcome him. There was no telling what she might have heard about him. Small town gossip had probably turned him into the devil ’s own servant through the years. A sharp whistle caught their attention. Chely! Ty! Joe motioned them to join him behind the grill. Ty checked on Brutus, told him to stay and then followed Chely and Betsy. Joe fanned the smoke from the barbecue with one hand while he poked at the steak and hamburgers with the other. Man, I get stuck with this every year, he grumbled. You love it, Betsy said and winked at him. He grinned. Of course I do, darlin’. I wouldn’t miss grilling you a steak for the world. You like yours a little...uh...juicy, don’t you? Joe Downy, my steak had better resemble charcoal in color when you’re done with it! None of this slicing a piece of meat fresh off a cow’s hide and slapping it on my plate. Betsy glared, but spoiled it with a grin. Relax, darlin’. Have I ever messed up your steak? Not yet, but you know the old saying about a first time. Betsy grabbed Chely’s hand. I’ve got someone I want you to meet. Ty watched them as Betsy dragged Chely off to one side. He was more than a little interested in who she wanted Chely to meet. It better not be a man, he thought, and then scowled at such a thought. Why did he care? Someone stepped into his line of view, so he moved to the other side of Joe only to be assaulted with smoke. By the time the air cleared, he’d almost missed the guy dropping a kiss on Chely’s hand. Her face was lit up with a smile. She obviously found the man charming. Ty would like to find the man another planet to dwell on far, far away from her. Want me to haul him into jail? Ty frowned and turned his attention to Joe. What? You look like you were about to do some serious damage there, buddy. Joe nodded toward the man Chely had just been introduced to. I figured he might need protection. There was laughter in his voice. I can keep him in there long enough for you to win Chely’s affection, if you want. Don’t waste your time. I’m not here long enough for that. The words tumbled from Ty’s mouth sharper than he’d intended. Yeah, right.

A sudden wind kicked up and sent napkins and paper plates flying off the tables. A plastic garbage can fell over and tumbled end over end until it crashed into a tree. Several ladies tried to hold down the red-checkered tablecloths, while the children chased after the plastic dinnerware. The wind picked up the leaves and hurled them into miniature twisters. Ty ducked his head against his arm and tried to locate Chely in the mayhem. He caught sight of her a few yards away from Betsy and the man. She stared into the trees at the edge of the woods, seemingly unaffected by the sudden windstorm. Her black hair whipped around to slap her in the face, and then pulled back to blow behind her. Her beauty sapped the breath from his lungs. He worked his way over to her. Chely? he yelled above the roar of the wind. She appeared not to hear or notice him. He followed the line of her vision. The woman in the red cloak stood at the edge of the trees; her eyes locked with Chely’s. With one hand, the woman in red beckoned for her to come forward. Chely took a step in her direction.

CHAPTER ELEVEN Chely maintained eye contact with the woman in red. Something felt familiar about the slant of her eyes, the disarray of her black hair, and the amused upturn of her cherry-red lips. Think! She searched her mind for a long ago memory, but after a moment, she clenched her fists in frustration. The wind howled around her, blowing dead leaves that had managed to hang on to the trees through fall. There was that feeling again, like a whole chunk of years was missing from her life. She hadn’t felt it until she’d moved into her grandfather’s house, and felt it even more keenly when Ty showed up in her life. A slight movement near the woman’s legs caught Chely’s attention. She gasped and took another step. Spooky! What was that woman doing with Spooky? Chely! Ty yelled from behind her. She tried to ignore him as her eyes locked with the woman’s again. She had a smug look on her face; a challenge issued from her eyes. Forget a challenge! Right now, all she wanted was to reclaim Spooky. Ty grabbed her arm, and with a gentle tug, turned her toward him. Chely? She blinked and the wind stopped dead. Her voice sounded loud when she spoke. She has Spooky. Ty looked toward the edge of the woods, confusion masked his expression. How do you know? The woman had disappeared with the wind. I saw him on a leash by her side. Are you sure?

He was there! Chely winced and lay her hand on her stomach. The burning pain had returned, although not as bad as earlier. Maybe we’d better make our apologies and head on home; you don’t look like you feel so good. Joe jogged over to them. What the hell was that? A windstorm of some sort, Ty answered. Hey, darlin’, you okay? Joe touched Chely’s shoulder, and then looked at Ty. She okay? I’m fine, Joe. Just a little tired. She was touched by the concerned expression in his eyes. I think I may’ve drank something that didn’t agree with me this morning. She made a mental note to pour out the rest of that orange juice. Maybe you’d better take her home, she looks a tad bit pale, Joe observed. I think that’s a good idea. Hey, guys, I’m okay, really. Chely winced again. Damn it! What was wrong with her stomach? Yeah, we can see that, Ty said. He reached for her hand and pulled her toward his truck. She tugged her hand loose from his. At least let me say good-bye to Betsy. Without waiting for his comment, she walked over to her friend. A couple of guys think I need to be in bed, she said as she hugged Betsy. Betsy pulled back and raised an eyebrow. Bed? Sick! The amused expression on her friend’s face turned to concern. Are you okay? Yeah, just a little queasy. With one last hug, Chely returned to Ty’s truck. Brutus raised his head above the truck bed when she joined them. Ty patted him before opening the door for Chely. The dog settled back down and appeared to be eager to head home. As they drove, Chely could feel Ty’s eyes upon her every few minutes. Who do you think she is? Chely asked. I think she’s from the spirit world. She digested this for a few minutes before she spoke again. You believe in things like that? Where do you think your grandfather is? Heaven. What about the souls of the damned? Where do they dwell until judgment day? She licked her lips. I don’t know. Where? If he was trying to spook her, he was doing a darn good job of it.

The spirit world. Look at it in this way. If loved ones can come back to help guide you to safety, what’s to keep the evil ones from coming back to play havoc with your life? Ty glanced her way. Good point. But a point she no longer wished to talk about. Or think about. She hoped most spirits stayed where they belonged—in their place of burial. Can we stop at the cemetery? Sure. Ty turned off at the next right and pulled up to the graveyard gates. He killed the motor. The silence was sudden and ticked loud in Chely’s ears. She opened the door and slid out, then peered back in at him. Come with me? Ty nodded and opened his own door. A few seconds later he joined Chely, and they walked to her grandfather’s grave. She sat down on a concrete bench and stared at the headstone for a long while. You must miss him a lot. I do, but I also know it’s only for a little while. One day I will join him in Heaven. Chely patted the place beside her. Come sit with me. When Ty eased down next to her, she heard the deep intake of his breath. Chely, there’s something about me that you should know, he began slowly. I thought so. She took her eyes off of the headstone and turned them on Ty. I have a gift, or a curse, depending on how you look at it. He paused and stared across the graveyard. It was handed down from my grandmother. My mother and father didn’t possess this power. I guess it skips a generation, kinda like baldness in men. He stopped again and swallowed hard. Chely touched his arm. It’s okay. You can tell me anything. She tried to reassure him with a smile, because she knew in her heart that anything he told her would not change the way she felt about him. Although she was a bit confused about what she felt for him, she was certain it was born of a strength that had been building since the day of their births. Chely, I’m a witch. Chely was totally devoid of thought. What was she supposed to think? Did she believe in such things? You mean like a male witch? He nodded. He had such a miserable expression on his face that Chely’s heart beat in pain for him. How much had he suffered over the years? How often was he rejected and treated like an outsider because of what he claimed to be? Come here, she whispered and scooted closer to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him close in a tight hug. After a few seconds, she felt his arms slide around her waist. They stayed in that position for several long moments. Finally, Chely pulled back. It’s better than what I imagined you might be. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Oh, and what was that? I thought you were one of those psychic hotline people. Ty laughed. That’s a whole different category.

Chely sobered. I knew there was something different about you. You’re not afraid of me? No. Why should I be? He shrugged. Most people are. Not that I go around announcing to the world that I can do magic and cast spells. You don’t really do those kinds of things, do you? She still wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘witch’. Maybe he just meant he worshipped nature, gods and goddesses. That sort of thing. I try not to. Sometimes I’m forced to. And I will if someone I love is threatened. Ty stared into her eyes for a few tense seconds before breaking contact. Nervous, she looked away. Could he protect her with witchcraft? Would he protect her with witchcraft? Or was she just some woman he wanted out of the house he claimed to own half of? Suddenly everything seemed surreal. The afternoon sun wavered and pulsed back and forth. Chely blinked and stood up. Big mistake! She swayed and nearly collapsed. Ty caught her in time. Whoa! Let’s get you home and tucked into bed. ~*~ Ty lingered beside Chely’s bed as she slowly drifted off to sleep. What was the woman in red up to? What did she want with Chely? And why did the woman seem so familiar to him? Ty rubbed his hand down his face. Too many questions; too few answers. She had Spooky, too. That wasn’t a good thing. She would familiarize herself with the cat and then become the cat. No, not good. Not good, at all. He wondered if Joe had gotten the results of the hair and fingernails that were in the witch’s bottle. He felt sure that would uncover a lot of the mystery surrounding the dead body. At the least, it would provide a motive for murder. Or open up a whole other can of questions. He returned his attention to Chely and watched the delicate rise and fall of her breaths under the blanket. Her face was flushed, and he reached out to feel her forehead. It felt a little warm, but not enough to be worried about. Trailing the back of his hand down her cheek, he rose and walked over to the window. Why hadn’t he told her everything in the cemetery? With a deep sigh, he started toward the bedroom door. It squeaked when he opened it and he winced, tossing a quick look at Chely to make sure the noise hadn’t awakened her. Satisfied she still rested peacefully, he slowly opened the door and slipped out of the room. Ty walked down to the kitchen. Brutus lay stretched out in front of the door. He knelt and checked the dog’s injured foot. Looking good, buddy, he said and re-wrapped the wound in a fresh bandage. You’ll be as good as new in no time. Ty stood and stared out the kitchen door window. Darkness crept along the ground inch by inch. I don’t suppose you know where Spooky is, do you? Brutus’s only answer was to stretch out and close his eyes. Didn’t think so.

Feeling restless, Ty wandered back through the house and found himself standing in the doorway to the solarium. The skin along his arms crawled. Something about that room unnerved him, in particular the water fountain, and the small pond-like structure that surrounded it. He eased further into the room and walked toward the fountain. Dry dirt and dead vegetation filled the inside of the pond. Something stuck up a little above the dirt at the upper end. Frowning, he moved around to that side and looked for something to dig with. A small piece of wood served his purpose. He took a startled step back when he uncovered what was there. ~*~ Chely twisted and turned underneath the covers. Her stomach burned hot enough now to cause her to break out in a sweat. Strange dreams haunted her sleep. The woman in red promised not to harm Spooky if Chely would give in to her demands. In another dream, the same woman chastised her for dragging home another mangy cat to take care of. Then she dreamed of the little boy and little girl again. They ran in and out of the trees, giggling, playing hide-n-seek. The game ended when the little boy collided with the woman in red. She stared down at them; hate twisted her mouth into a sneer. Next, her grandfather appeared beside her bed and whispered, Do not trust her. Chely jerked awake and sat up, breathing heavy. Do not trust who, Grandfather? she whispered to the empty room. Swallowing hard, she glanced in each dark corner. Grandfather wasn’t there; it was just part of another dream. After a moment, she lay back against her pillow and stared at the ceiling. Funny, she felt fine now. Her stomach no longer hurt, but she felt an overwhelming urge to return to sleep. As her eyes drooped closed, she wished Ty were here to hold her and keep the night at bay. Only he made her feel safe—he always had. ~*~ Ty reached in his back pocket and yanked out his cell-phone. Quickly he dialed a number. He hoped Joe was at the office. The barbecue probably ended a couple of hours ago, but it was Saturday— Joe Downy. He sighed in relief. It’s, Ty. How much do you know about the disappearance of those children from twenty years ago? I know a few things about it. Why? What’s up? Anything odd about the disappearances? Hold on, and let me dig out the report. Ty couldn’t take his eyes off what was in the fountain. He waited for Joe to return to the phone, wanting to leave the solarium, but powerless to do so. Finally, he heard a rustling sound, and Joe returned on the line. Ty? Yeah. There are a couple of things that struck me as kind of odd about the case. Each of the children disappeared exactly a year apart during January’s full moon. The last one to go missing was around

fifteen years ago. Also, the children had some type of special ability—like moving objects with their minds. None of the children have been found? No...Ty, are you alright? Joe, I think you’d better come over. I’ve got something to show you. I’ll be right there. After Joe hung up, Ty hurried back upstairs to check on Chely. She lay asleep just the way he’d left her. He sat down on the bed next to her and smoothed a strand of hair out of her eyes. How could he tell her about the latest horror he’d discovered? It didn’t make her grandfather look good, especially since this was his house, and he’d been careful not to let anyone live here after it was built. Could he have lived here himself? Surely not. Wouldn’t Chely remember it? If he hadn’t dwelled here, who had? Chely murmured something and rolled onto her side. Tenderness brushed at his heart. Something inside of him begged to take care of Chely. It was like he’d always been her protector. Totally ridiculous, Walker! You’ve only known her for about a week. Feelings like that don’t grow over night. It takes months; years even, not days. When Joe’s sharp rap sounded on the kitchen door, Ty rushed downstairs to let him in. Thanks for coming. I hate to bother you so late. No problem. I’m sure you wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important. What I have to show you is in the solarium. Ty headed that way. He looked over his shoulder. Any information about the skeleton underneath the porch? Not yet. These things take time, and even then it’s not guaranteed that we’ll get a positive identification. Ty flipped on a light switch next to the door. Well, I think one of your cases might have a few more clues. What do you mean? Ty nodded toward the fountain and pointed out the tiny skeletal hand that poked up through the dirt. I think I know what happened to at least one of the missing children.

CHAPTER TWELVE Chely walked downstairs and found the front room full of policemen. What on earth was going on now? She frowned and searched the crowd for Ty. The smell of coffee permeated the air, and several of the officers held Styrofoam cups. Chely. Joe squeezed by a uniformed officer near the wall and headed her way. Joe, what’s all this? You feeling better?

Yes, but I want to know why all of these people are here. Joe adjusted his gun holster and mulled over his words before he spoke. Ty found something in the solarium. Chely felt the blood drain from her face and knew she must look as pale as fresh snow. What...what did he find? She didn’t know if she wanted to hear this. Panic brushed her stomach. What if they’d found Spooky? More bones. A child was buried in the pond part of the water-fountain. Oh, no, she whispered and sank down on one of the steps. Covering her nose and mouth with her hands, she stared at Joe in horror. Of course it wasn’t Spooky. What on earth was she thinking? All these policemen wouldn’t be here for that. He sat next to her. I’m sorry, darlin’. The way he said darlin’ sounded different this time, like an endearment from an old friend. Chely found comfort in the word. I need to ask you some questions about your grandfather. Chely stiffened and searched Joe’s face for any indication that he, too, thought her grandfather was guilty of such a heinous crime. Seeing only tenderness and concern, she slowly nodded. Are you sure your grandfather never lived in this house? I would remember it if he did. Chely, somebody lived here at one time. If it wasn’t your grandfather, who else could it have been? I don’t know, but I’m positive my grandfather never lived here. Her voice rose a notch, causing several of the nearby men to stop their conversation and send a curious look her way. How old were you when your mother left? She took a ragged breath. I think about five or six. I don’t remember much about her. I don’t guess you’d know if she ever lived here, either, would you? No. Could it be possible that you don’t—or can’t—remember that you and your grandfather, or anybody for that matter, lived here a short time after the house was built? I don’t think so, no. Why did Joe keep harping on that subject? She just wanted all of these people to go away and leave her in peace. Joe sighed and stood. Somebody lived in this house. For the first time, Chely took a real good look at her surroundings. Of course, someone had lived here. Why hadn’t she seen that? A few pieces of furniture strung here and there would constitute storage space, but little nick-knacks and whatnots adorned shelves, paintings hung on the walls and vases sat on end tables. Someone had made this house a home. What secrets had her grandfather kept? Ty wound his way through the sea of people until he reached Joe and Chely. Joe, what the hell is up with all of these officers and agents?

Joe shrugged. I didn’t call all of them. How many agents does it take to investigate a murder? An irritable frown drew Ty’s brows down. Chely wondered how many agents it took to screw in a light bulb. Oh, God, she was flipping out! Maybe she should return to bed. But then she’d only end up in a bad dream. She couldn’t even escape this terrible ordeal in sleep. Ty, doesn’t your grandmother own half this house? Joe asked. We’re still trying to determine that. Isn’t there any proof? Blueprints? Deeds? Grandma’s been slow in getting that stuff to me. I don’t need any of those things to tell me who owns this house, Chely said. I own it. Chely, shouldn’t you be in bed? Ty asked. His expression softened when he looked at her. She bristled like Spooky and was about to strike out, but was interrupted when an officer called Joe’s name from the solarium doorway. You better come take a look at this, the man called above the chatter of the room. Excuse me. Joe shouldered his way through the crowd. Ty touched Chely’s arm. How are you feeling? All the anger drained out of her at the concerned look in his eyes and the sound of his voice. I’m okay. I just wish I knew what was going on with all these bones popping up. Are you sure you don’t have some psychic ability? she asked, only half joking. It sure would be helpful. I’m glad I don’t. I’d hate to see what happened to that child in the fountain. I don’t blame you. She rubbed the chill bumps on her arms. Who would do such a thing? I don’t know. Ty slid his hand under her hair and massaged the back of her neck, and then his fingers slipped down to encircle her waist and pull her close to his side. His touch sent pleasure racing down her spine. Joe rejoined them looking a bit paler. There are two. Two? Ty asked. Yes. Two children buried in the fountain. Joe swallowed hard and blinked a couple of times. Ty swore, released Chely and walked away a few steps. Chely sat down with a thump. This is a nightmare. Ty, I’m gonna have to question your grandmother. He whirled around. Why? Because she had something to do with this property. She knows something.

You can’t be sure of that. That’s why I have to talk to her. She knew Chely’s grandfather. They shared property lines. Chely thought back to the old woman as she stared at her grandfather’s grave. Most likely the same bed, too, she mumbled. Ty cast her a sharp glance. A deputy walked up and handed Joe a folder. Here’s the information you requested. Thank you. Joe opened the folder and glanced over the page; his frown deepened as he read. What is it? Ty asked. Chely stood, moved closer to Ty, and fiddled with her lip. She, too, wanted to know. The fingernails inside that bottle belong to a child—and so does the hair. Three children, all on this property. I bet the other two missing children will be found somewhere nearby, as well. Ty brushed a hand through his hair and let out an exhausted sigh. Well, technically, there are only two children, Joe said. We don’t know who the hair and fingernails belong to. That child could still be alive. A loud meow issued from somewhere in the room. Chely took a running step toward the couch, and then stood on tiptoes in an attempt to see over the crowd. Spooky meowed again. Kitty, kitty, Chely called. Several officers glanced at her with mild amusement and interest. She spied the cat on the back of the couch. Spooky! She raced around a pudgy officer and grabbed the cat, hugging it to her chest. Where have you been? she whispered against its fur, kissing its head furiously. Spooky squirmed and pushed against her, trying to slip out of her arms. When the cat saw Ty, it hissed and sprang away to race up the stairs. Spooky! Chely called and rubbed her arm where he’d scratched her in his haste to get away. Ty stood at the bottom of the steps and stared after the cat. What’s gotten into that cat? Chely asked when she walked up beside him. He didn’t answer, just continued to stand there and stare up the steps. ~*~ The officers didn’t clear out of the house until well after midnight. By this time, Ty was tired and ready for bed, but he doubted he’d be able to sleep. Not with that cat in the house. He wouldn’t rest easy until he was certain Spooky was Spooky. Yellow do-not-cross tape marked off the solarium. He fingered a piece of it as he stood near the door. How much did his grandmother know about the missing children? Probably more than she should. He

had the uneasy feeling she protected someone, either out of love, which could mean Chely’s grandfather, or out of fear. But fear of whom? The lady in the red cloak? He’d go talk to her first thing in the morning, before Joe got there. When he returned to the living room, Chely sat on the couch and stroked Spooky’s fur, as he lay curled up on her lap. The cat looked normal, like any other ordinary cat, but Ty was still cautious. Chely stared at the blank screen of the television as her hands soothed the animal. Spooky raised his head, yawned and blinked at Ty, but lay back down after a few seconds. Maybe it really was Spooky. Ty cleared his throat. You should go to bed and try to get some sleep. A faint smile rose to her lips. You spend a lot of time trying to get me into bed, she teased lightly. Ty sat on the other end of the couch. If that were the case… His voice dropped to almost a whisper. …sleep wouldn’t be part of the deal. He heard the sharp intake of her breath as her eyes sought his. For a long, terse moment they stared at each other, then he scooted across the couch, slid his hand under her hair, cupped the back of her head and pulled her forward. Softly his lips brushed over hers, and then he kissed her more firmly, nudging her mouth apart with his tongue. She drew it into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. Her fingers clutched the front of his shirt as she let his tongue explore her. She tasted so sweet, like strawberries, succulent and ripe from the vine. Ty knew in that moment that he could spend a lifetime kissing her and never get tired of it. For the first time in his life, he felt like he belonged somewhere. And right here, with Chely, was where he wanted to be. Spooky jumped to the floor and wandered over to the fireplace to lick his paws and watch them, a bored expression on his cat face. Without breaking the kiss, Ty nudged Chely over to where she could lay with her head on the armrest. His body covered hers as he moved from her lips and trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Her chest rose and fell as her breath escaped in rapid little gasps. She slid her hands under his T-shirt and ran them over his stomach, chest and back. The feel of her hands on his skin sent hot stabs of desire spiraling through his body. Yanking on his sleeves, she urged his mouth to reclaim hers. God, she was going to cause him to lose control. Unbuttoning her shirt with a steady and sure hand, he spread it open and exposed the soft mounds that rose above her white lace bra. He smiled. God, she was beautiful, and he’d dreamt of making love to her for ages. Dipping his head, he pressed his lips between her breasts and was rewarded with a gasp and a moan of pure pleasure from her throat. Something in the back of his mind warned him that now was not the time, but he was powerless to stop. He ached for her. He’d ached for her even before he knew her. Chely, we have to— No...please, I want you, she whispered. A loud knock on the kitchen door startled them and they sprang apart like two teenagers caught necking

on her parents’ couch. Ty took a shuddering breath, straightened his clothes and went to answer the door. He half expected to see his grandmother standing on the back porch. She always seemed to interrupt them in a passionate moment. Maybe she figured a phone call wouldn’t cut the mustard this time. It wasn’t his grandmother. Sorry to barge in again, but I left a folder here, Joe said. No problem. Ty glanced back toward the front room and hoped Chely had fixed her clothes, because Joe was striding straight for the room like he owned the place. He shouldn’t have worried. Chely was gone when he got there. Here it is. Joe picked it up from the table near the stairs, and whacked Ty on the back with it on his return to the kitchen. Get some sleep; you look worn-out, buddy. Ty nodded. Wouldn’t be much sleep tonight. He wouldn’t be able to get the feel of Chely’s soft body or the taste of her sweet lips off his mind. He started up the stairs and nearly tripped over Spooky where he lay stretched out across the top step. Good way to get squashed, he mumbled. For a split second, he thought he saw the cat’s face twist into a sneer. The creepiness was reinforced when a slight breath of air grazed along the back of his neck. Something was here. Something that wanted them out of the house. Ty wondered when it would stop toying with them and bring on the truly ugly stuff. ~*~ Monday morning at work, Chely stared at the computer screen, but she didn’t see the words on the monitor. All she could think about was Ty, and the way he’d kissed her Saturday night. She touched her lips with trembling fingers. No man had ever kissed her quite that way—or quite that good—in her life. So why did you run and hide in your bedroom like a scared virgin? she berated herself. The logical side of her mind told her it was too much too soon. Add to that skeletal remains, property line disputes and witchcraft, and it formed a pretty good argument against making love with Ty at this point in her life. Oh, but she wanted to! Even now, her body burned hot enough to heat the entire bottom floor of the library every time she thought of him pressed against her. A moan slipped from her mouth as she slid down in her chair, losing herself in the memory of Ty’s touch. A jolt of desire hit the core of her, causing jagged lines of lust to streak across her flesh. The sound of heels clicking across the library entrance jerked her out of her lustful thoughts. She straightened and tried to focus on what she’d looked up on the computer. Property lines! Concentrate, Chely! A sentence on the screen caught her attention. Accidentally building on another’s property. Suddenly her full attention was on what she read. According to this, if Ty’s grandmother hadn’t contested her grandfather building half his house on her property, then she

would’ve lost all rights to that piece of land. Chely sat back stunned. Did Ty know about this? And if so, why did he keep it from her? Why hadn’t his grandmother said anything? What the hell was going on? Were Ty and his grandmother trying to pull something on her?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Ty pulled up to his Grandmother’s cottage and jumped out of the truck. In three long strides, he reached the porch steps and took them two at a time. Good, Joe hadn’t arrived yet, unless he’d already been and gone, he thought. Not likely, since it was only eight in the morning. Ty wanted to get a head start on questioning his grandmother. Mae opened the door before he got a hand up to knock on it. Grandma, I wish you wouldn’t do that. What? Interrupt you and Chely? A sly grin thinned her lips and caused her eyes to dance in amusement. She opened the door wider and took a step back to allow him entrance. Me and Chely? It dawned on him what she meant. Saturday night they’d drawn close to the point of no return. Knowing his grandmother, she’d caused Joe to forget that folder. If he hadn’t shown up when he did, Ty and Chely would probably still be on the couch right now. No, they would’ve moved to the bed and made love all night long. And, in all likelihood, still be there right now. Chely’s been sick, hasn’t she? The old woman’s amusement was replaced with a frown of concern. Huh? Ty brought his wayward thoughts back to his grandmother. Just a stomachache, I think. She seemed alright last night. The sly smile returned. I’m sure she was. She started back toward the kitchen. When she reached the table, she picked up a little green bottle and handed it to Ty. Place some of Chely’s hair… Ty held up his hands. I am not gonna do that. She’s sick. You need to protect her. I can do it without that bottle. Mae’s eyes caught fire. Stop denying what you are and use it for something good! It’s not evil if it’s for good! She curled her fingers around the bottle and squeezed it so hard Ty expected it to burst in her hand. You have no idea what you’re up against. No, I don’t, but I think you do. And it’s about time you started talking. She moved toward the window and stared out. It was so long ago. Wilfred and I thought it had ended. She was dead. That should’ve been the end of it. Who was dead? She turned from the window and stared at him for a long moment. It doesn’t matter now. Leave the past in the past. Fear tinged her weary eyes. Concentrate on the now.

Grandma, how can I understand what’s happening now if I don’t know what happened in the past? You were there. A loud knock at the front door startled them. They jerked their heads toward the living room. That’ll be Joe, Ty mumbled. He’s awfully early. He glanced at his wristwatch. It was only eight-fifteen. I’ll go let him in. Ty watched her walk back through the darkened interior of the house with narrowed eyes. What had she meant he’d been there? He hadn’t lived in this town since he was twelve years old. Why couldn’t she just tell him what had happened all those years ago? Ty, come play outside with me. He stiffened, crossed the room and yanked open the kitchen door, expecting to see a little girl smiling up at him; a little girl in a blue frilly dress. The back yard was empty, of course. He looked toward the willow tree, the guardian against evil. Its trailing leaves blew out like a swing in the wind. What do you guard against? he wondered. The moist breeze picked up and blew across his face. Ty sniffed the air. It smelled like rain, but something else lingered. Something evil. It had been there long before the rain, and he suspected it would remain long after. Joe’s voice carried from the front room. That Ty’s truck parked outside? He’s in the kitchen. I was about to fix a pot of tea. Would you like to join us? The voices moved closer. Ty turned from the door. Joe. He forced a smile. The deputy nodded toward him as he fiddled with the trooper-style hat in his hands. I won’t be staying long enough for tea, Ma’am, but thank you. Have a seat and tell me what brings you out this way. Ty had a sneaky suspicion she already knew the answer to that. Joe glanced his way again, and then swung his attention back to Mae. I suppose you’ve been told about the remains of the two children found in Miss Austin’s house. He pulled a chair out and sat down, tossing his hat on the worn, scratched kitchen table. Ty flipped a chair around and straddled it, resting his arms on the back of it. Mae paused and turned from the sink where she’d been filling a teapot with water. Children? She twisted the water off and set the pot down. Oh, my. Somehow she didn’t sound as surprised as her words would have them to think. How well did you know Chely’s grandfather, Wilfred Austin, while he was alive? Joe asked. Mae’s face colored slightly. We were neighbors. She fumbled with the pot and almost dropped it. Is that all you knew about him?

She hesitated before she nodded. Ty felt his gut tighten. She was lying. But why? Joe studied her long and hard. After a few moments, he dropped his gaze from her face and glanced at Ty. Joe knew she was lying, too, he could see it in his friend’s eyes. So you wouldn’t know why he’d build a house only to let it stand empty until his death? Joe paused and then ventured, Or did it? Mae looked up sharply, but quickly masked her surprise. It was his house; he could do with it as he pleased. It’s not against the law to build a house and leave it empty, is it? No, Ma’am, but it is against the law to build a house to conceal bodies within it. Ty almost groaned. Joe was in cop mode again, and about as sensitive as a black bear on the rampage. Mae’s lips tightened in a thin, white line. Wilfred Austin did not harm those children. She turned her back to him and busied herself with the teapot once again. How do you know? You said you two were only neighbors. She didn’t answer. Apparently, she was exercising her right to remain silent and she wasn’t even under arrest. At least not yet. I found something interesting at the register of deeds this morning, Joe said. Ty cast him a questioning look. Mae’s back stiffened, but she didn’t turn around. It appears that you and Wilfred had a joint venture in the house. But a month before his death, you signed over your part of it to him. An electric jolt shot through Ty’s body when Joe handed him a carbon copy of the deed. He studied the piece of paper. Chely owned the whole house after all. In his gut, he’d known that all along. That meant he had no reason to hang around. Somehow, it didn’t bring the relief he thought he’d feel when the property line mess was straightened out. That meant the deed he had to the property was not the same one as his grandmother had. No wonder she was slow in getting the blueprints to him. Grandma, is this true? Mae slowly turned around. Wilfred didn’t kill those children. Did you kill them? Joe asked. Jesus, Joe! Ty said. Her lips tightened again. No. But you know who did. Joe kept steady eye contact with Mae. Am I right? She didn’t look away, but neither did she answer his question.

Who killed those children, Mae? Joe’s voice lowered to almost a whisper. I can’t tell you. Is it because you’re scared? Mae looked away. It don’t matter much, now. She’s dead. Chely’s grandfather is at the top of the suspect list. I promised her I wouldn’t allow his name to be tarnished. Frustration colored his face. If you know who did it, it would go a long way in clearing his name. He pulled his hat toward him and fiddled with the brim. What does it matter? He’s… Mae swallowed hard. He’s dead now. You’re number two on the suspect list, Joe said softly. She sniffed a laugh and set the teapot on the counter. The police department and the whole town is gonna be looking for someone to pay for what was done to those children. And, let’s face it, not too many people are fond of you. They think you’re a witch, and if I hadn’t had my say they would’ve burned you at the stake years ago. Joe! Ty rose halfway out of his chair. What the hell is wrong with you? Mae held up her hand. It’s okay, Ty. He’s afraid for me, is all. Ty dropped back down in his chair. His mind was one great big confused mess. Maybe he should’ve returned to town more often than he had. He might understand a little more than he did right now. Every time something bad happens in this town, I get the blame for it. Isn’t that right, Joe? Joe nodded. But this is much more serious than some farmer’s cows dying. He glanced at Ty, then back at Mae. I don’t know if I can keep the town at bay this time, not unless you come clean with me. Tell me what you know. Guilt stabbed at Ty’s stomach as he thought about his grandmother facing the town people on her own. At least she’d had Joe on her side. I can’t, Joe. I promised Wilfred I’d take it to my grave. She wiped her hands on her apron. Like he did. Ty wanted to shake his grandmother until her bones rattled. What kind of secret could they have shared that she’d rather face prison or death to protect? ~*~ Chely fumed all the way home from the library under a sky as black as her mood. Thunder boomed off in the distance. Normally an approaching storm fascinated her, but not this time. This time she stewed over what she’d discovered about the property lines. Someone had a lot of explaining to do, and that someone was Ty Walker! Pain erupted inside her stomach and she winced. Damn it! What was wrong with her? She’d have to go see a doctor soon if this kept up. The Range Rover’s right front tire dropped off the pavement, and she swerved to bring the vehicle back on the road. Large drops of rain plopped on the windshield as she pulled into the driveway next to Ty’s truck. It fell

harder and pelted the ground, sending up clouds of dust before the rain quickly dampened it. Brutus met her at the door, sniffing at her leg, but she shoved passed him. After she entered the kitchen, she slung her purse on the table and yelled for Ty. When he didn’t answer, she yelled again. I know you’re here! Your truck is outside. Wiping rainwater off the tip of her nose, she hurried toward the living room and collided with him in the doorway. Chely… She grabbed his hand and jerked him toward the door. Let’s find the property lines now. Ty resisted her grip. It’s raining. I don’t care. You lied to me, and I want this straightened out once and for all. She dropped his hand and headed for the door. He’d better follow, she said through gritted teeth. Not only was she mad, she was hurt. She’d thought Ty was one of the tough guys with a heart of gold. Why did he have to blow that theory all to hell with a lie? It didn’t help any that she also felt like an idiot for not checking into the property lines to begin with. A woman alone in the world, especially after losing an important male figure in her life, was trap bait! She should’ve known that. And Ty turned out to be the biggest trapper in the mountains. Damn him! Tears of hurt stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. It couldn’t have hurt anymore if she’d stepped into an actual trap and felt the cold hard teeth snap around her ankle. Chely! She ignored him and stalked toward the woods at the back of the house. The rained soaked her to the skin, but she paid no mind. They’d find the property lines, and then she’d tell him that he has no rights to her half of the house. Why she chose to go down the same tired old path was beyond her. The lines weren’t there. They needed to look elsewhere. The slick, wet, leaves caused her to slip three times before she decided to slow down. It wouldn’t do to fall and break an arm or a leg. It would delay the hunt for the lines, and she was determined to be there when they were found. Ty cursed behind her and yelled her name again. If you’ll wait a confounded minute, I’ll explain things. Chely stopped at the iron pin, shiny with wetness, and stared at it as if she expected it to sprout a finger and point her in the direction of the fence line. When she felt Ty next to her, she whirled on him. You lied to me! I didn’t lie. I wasn’t sure until today. You allowed me to think that you believed your grandmother owned the property half my house is on. She stabbed him in the chest with her finger after each word. That’s lying in my book! That’s not true. I told you I wasn’t— All you had to do was a search of the deeds, and you could’ve been in and out of town in one day. Why? Why did you let it drag on? Why hadn’t she done a search herself? Because I’m an idiot who allowed warm, brown eyes and sexy, beard stubble to cloud my judgment. If she could give herself a good shake, she would! Why? she repeated.

I don’t know. Chely met his eyes and saw the barely controlled desire mirrored in his. Suddenly her heart thumped loud in her ears as her lust for him raced through her body. She knew why. For the same reason she hadn’t searched for the deed. They were drawn to each other; powerless to stop what their hearts dragged them into. They were meant to be. Property lines, skeletal remains and witches be damned! God, Chely. Ty groaned and pulled her into his arms. Covering her lips with his, he kissed her, bruising her mouth with his savage need. Steam rose in the air as their heated bodies pressed together. She returned his kiss with a furious need of her own to touch his soul. The longer his mouth moved over hers, the less it mattered about the property lines. Something inside tried to remind her that she should be mad, but how could she with Ty’s tongue inside her, tangling with hers, tasting her, causing her to ache for the delicious things he could do to her body? A thought occurred to her. What if he left her here to deal with the bodies on her own? She wrenched her mouth from his and stumbled back a few steps. She crossed her arms over her chest as her lower lip quivered. Rain pelted her skin, rolled from her scalp to blur her vision before sliding down her cheeks toward her jaw line. What did it matter if he left? She wanted him to, didn’t she? Or did she just plain flat-out want him? One look at him answered that question. Desire shot through her body at a dizzying speed, and she had the sudden urge to throw herself back into his arms and take that kiss to a full-blown erotic experience underneath a blanket of rain as thunder and lightening echoed their passion. Her body shivered from head to toe, and her teeth began to chatter. She had to get a grip on her emotions and think straight. Here, let’s get out of this mess. Ty put his hand on the small of her back and steered her up the trail. Chely heard the furious growling and barking before the house came into view and she broke into a run. She stopped short when she saw what emitted the growling. Two wolves fought like mad dogs. She recognized the smaller wolf as the one she’d met twice on the trail down behind the house. He can’t win! He’s too old. She had to stop it somehow. Brutus’ furious bark sounded from inside the house, his claws scrapped the door and his body thumped against it in an attempt to get out. Chely, get in the house! Ty yelled as he disappeared through the kitchen door. Ignoring him, she looked for a weapon. Spying half a two-by-four, she grabbed it and ran toward the wolves. Leave him alone! She drew back her arms and waited for a chance to strike. The screen flew open and Brutus bounded from the kitchen. He barked, growled and jumped toward the wolves, but didn’t join the fight. Slobber mixed with blood dripped from their muzzles. Tightening her hands around the makeshift weapon, Chely waited for a good chance to whack the hell out of the bigger wolf. Anger tore through her veins. How dare something hurt her Tofius? For a split second, her heart ceased to beat. She held on tight to the memory, frantically trying to keep it from slipping away. Stay away from that mangy animal, Chely! It’s not tame. But he’s mine. He’s my Tofius, my spirit protector.

I don’t want to hear such nonsense. The next time I see it. I’ll shoot it. A gunshot exploded in her ears. Tofius! Chely screamed.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN At the sound of gunfire, the wolves yelped, untangled themselves and raced toward the woods. The old, red wolf limped as he ran, and disappeared through the undergrowth, before the smoke from the gun cleared the air. The healthier wolf turned and glared at Ty as he lowered the gun and snagged Brutus’ collar. The look in the wolf’s eyes told him this was not over. He’d shoot the wolf, but she’d just find another host. It was a good thing she couldn’t become the wolf like so many others could. Brutus sniffed the air and growled, pulling against Ty’s firm grip. Chely turned huge, frightened eyes on him. You don’t think they have rabies, do you? She dropped the piece of wood and rubbed her hands on her jeans, casting a nervous glance toward the trees. I don’t know. I doubt it. If that was the case, gunshots might not have chased them off. He squinted up at the rain. It continued to pour and they still stood out in it like they were on a raft in the middle of the ocean with no dry place for a hundred miles. Chely shivered aloud as her body shook from the cold. Let’s act like we have brains and do something smart, like get out of this rain. She hurried to the screen door and pulled it open. Ty grabbed the door above her head, taking one last look toward the trees before he turned to follow her. Who was the red wolf? He appeared to be an ally, although a weak one. Maybe he was stronger in spirit. Ty sure hoped so. Brutus rushed between them, knocking Chely against Ty. Damn it, Brutus! Have you never heard of ladies first? Ty scowled at the dog, but couldn’t bring himself to be too stern. After all, now he felt Chely’s body next to his and that’s right where he wanted her. When Chely moved away from him, she took her warmth with her—although he couldn’t see how she felt warm, if the way her body shook and those goose bumps on her skin was any indication of how cold she might be. I need to get on some dry clothes before I freeze to death. She looked him over with concern in her eyes. You’ll be alright down here by yourself? He frowned. Was she afraid for him? I should be fine, but maybe you shouldn’t go upstairs by yourself. Chely let out a laugh that ended on half a sob. She hugged her trembling body. This is my house and I’m afraid to be alone in it. She bit her lip and looked at the floor, then raised her head and met his eyes. What will I do after you leave? Ty’s heart thumped hard one time, then raced out of control. He opened his mouth, but words refused to form in his throat. Maybe they’d gotten lost among the noise of his heart which pounded so hard against his chest he was sure Chely could hear it. Did that mean she wanted him to stay? He’d stay until the mystery surrounding the missing children was cleared up and he was sure she was no longer in danger,

but wasn’t she mad at him? He hadn’t returned to stay. The plan had been to buy the land from his grandmother and maybe retire here, but that was a good thirty-five to forty years from now. That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it? He wasn ’t sure anymore, so he remained silent. A small, unhappy smile touched her lips. I guess I’d better learn to be braver. She bowed her head and walked out of the kitchen. Ty yanked out a chair and plunked down on it. Closing his eyes, he mentally kicked the heck out of himself. Silence spoke the loudest words to a woman. Why hadn’t he said he’d stay as long as she needed him? What would that hurt? He regretted he hadn’t told her everything about himself. Why did he hold something back? He should have told her all of it that day at the cemetery. He leaned forward and sighed, rubbing his brow. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t stay with Chely. Not forever. She wouldn’t understand his need to turn it loose and howl once a month. He laughed without mirth. That was closer to the truth than he cared to admit. Tonight he’d go out on the prowl and try to discover the identity of the big gray wolf. ~*~ With slow movements, Chely stripped off her wet clothes and shrugged into a warm bathrobe. Finger combing her damp hair, she sat down on the bed next to Spooky. He stretched and yawned, and she reached out to rub his tummy. Instantly the cat curled into a ball, and his back legs kicked rapidly against her hand while he bit her, much harder than he normally did when she played with him like this. Ouch! Chely extracted her hand from the cat’s claws with the precision of a surgeon removing a brain tumor. She frowned at the cat. Spooky acted way too aggressive these days. But the pain, throbbing in her hand, didn’t compare to the hurt Ty had inflicted on her heart. His silence said it all. He didn’t want her. She swallowed a lump in her throat and blinked rapidly. Why had it hurt? Because I like him—maybe even love him. Chely stood and walked to the window. Love? That was ridiculous. Earlier at the library she’d cussed him for all she was worth because she thought he’d lied to her—still wasn’t sure he hadn’t. Then she’d steamed some more on the way home. She might even have said she never wanted to see his miserable face again. No, it couldn’t be love. Too bad her heart didn’t agree with her mind. At least the property line mystery had been solved. All that was left was to acquire proper papers for the place. The house was hers. Tears stung her eyes. Why didn’t it bring her the pleasure and satisfaction she ’d thought it would? Living alone suddenly didn’t feel like all that much fun. Rain glistened on the windowpanes; small rivers trailed down the glass and disappeared below the seal. Thunder grumbled overhead, but wasn’t followed by lightening. Maybe it’d be a mild storm. Chely pressed her forehead against the cool glass and closed her eyes. How she wished Ty would stay. She didn’t want to make this huge house a home all by herself. She wanted to fill it with the laughter of children and good times. Ty was just the man to share it with. Any other man would pale in comparison. A sudden gust of wind pelted rain against the window. Chely jumped and a small shriek escaped her throat. Damn it, she muttered. What was the matter with her? She’d gone from lust and anger in the library to scared and love in the kitchen and ended up feeling all four in her bedroom. What else might

her emotions be subject to before the night was out? Chely! Ty appeared at her bedroom door. Thought I heard a scream. Are you okay? I...yeah. The rain scared me. She laughed nervously. Silly, really. An image of Ty kissing her in the rain flashed through her mind—a long, slow, kiss. Hadn’t that fantasy come to life an hour ago on the trail behind the house? Must be the damp weather that caused her to have such wet thoughts. She felt a blush creep up her neck and quickly looked toward the window. The rain outside enhanced her flight of fancy, as her imagination raced out of control. She and Ty made passionate love against a tree; he took her as violently as the storm around them and, Lord help her, she loved every second of it. Their eyes met and locked in the reflection of the glass. Something primitive passed between them, causing an explosion as their thoughts met at the same point. Chely? She turned to face him. Ty— In three long strides, he crossed the room and captured her lips in a hard, urgent kiss. Sliding his arms around her waist, he pulled her against him. As his mouth moved over hers, Chely lost herself in the erotic sensations that had begun within her imagination. All her nerves lit up with an electrical pleasure that left her weak with desire. Her arms slid around his neck and she pressed closer to him. Nothing she dreamt could compare to the real thing. Ty’s tongue sought entrance and she gave it to him, tangling hers with his, tasting and breathing him in. She suckled his tongue as she moaned. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get close enough to him. His mouth left her lips and traveled to her neck. A breath whistled between her teeth when he gently nibbled the skin right below her ear. Chills of pleasure raced across her body from different directions all headed for the same place, colliding at the core of her. They caused her knees to buckle from the sheer, lustful ache that hit her square in the center of her body. God, she wanted to feel Ty slide deep inside her, hard and strong. She thought she might die if he didn’t do it soon! Ty swung her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Somewhere along the way she had a vague sense of her robe slipping from her shoulders to the floor, but was so drugged with desire, she couldn’t remember when she’d lost it. As soon as he laid her on the bed, his mouth returned to hers and he kissed her slow and easy, taking his time. His kiss continued across her chin and down to the hollow of her neck, where he lingered, then back up to her chin. Finally, he joined his mouth to hers before pulling away and stripping off his clothes. Returning to her, he drew one hard nipple into his mouth and lavished it with his tongue, causing her to cry out in sweet ecstasy. Then he moved to her other nipple and gave it equal treatment, sucking it into his mouth, driving her insane with an ache only he could soothe. She caught her breath when he slid lower and kissed her stomach, darting his tongue in and out of her navel. Burying her fingers in his hair, she moaned his name in shallow little gasps. Oh, how she wanted him like this every day for the rest of her life. He took her away from all the ugliness and the nightmare her life had become since her grandfather’s death. Outside, the rain beat a steady rhythm in tune with their lovemaking. Chely watched the water trickle

down the pane, her eyes hooded, as she basked in the pleasure Ty gave her body. When his tongue slipped into the moist center of her, she closed her eyes and raised her hips in a slow, erotic dance. The pleasure mounted, keeping pace with the rain as it hit the window harder and harder. Chely clutched the sheets, fisted them in her hands as Ty worked his magic, tasting her, driving her crazy with desire. A small cry worked its way through her lips as the most delicious feeling spread into her stomach then rippled throughout the rest of her body like a wildfire no amount of rain could put out. She arched her back and scooted toward the top of the bed as the intense pleasure hit her. It was almost more than she could stand as she cried out her release. Before she could catch her breath, Ty rose above her and plunged deep inside of her. He froze and closed his eyes, and she watched him fight for control, fascinated and pleased she had the power to drive him so quickly to the edge of ecstasy. Chely, he groaned. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked into hers as he began to thrust in and out of her, with slow rhythmic strokes. Chely ran her hands up his arms, loving the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, the feel of him inside her, so hard. Each time he withdrew, then plunged back in, she bit her lip to keep from crying out too loud. Not that they had any neighbors within hearing distance. That thought made her smile. Ty smiled back at her, and ducked his head and seized her lips in another kiss. Then he buried his face against her neck as his breathing became more labored. Oh, baby, he whispered. Tears sprang to Chely’s eyes, brought on by emotions too powerful to contain. She could stay in this moment forever; stay this close to Ty for the rest of her life; love him with her heart, soul, mind and body for all eternity. They moved together as one, and she knew that she loved him. Always had. Always would. Ty stiffened and gave one last powerful thrust. His body shook with the force of his release as he groaned against the heated flesh of her neck. Several long minutes passed with both of them reluctant to separate. Finally, Ty eased out of her, pulled the blankets from the bottom of the bed and wrapped her in his arms. I want to hold you and fall asleep. Chely’s heart expanded with happiness as she snuggled against him. Before long, she drifted toward sleep in the languid after-glow of their lovemaking. They awoke and made love again during the night. This time there was urgency to Ty’s lovemaking, an untamed, savage, furious need to possess Chely. He took her with unbridled recklessness, and it stole her breath away. The power to make him want her so bad that he couldn’t control his passion drove Chely to the edge of ecstasy and beyond; she loved it. ~*~ I will come back for you, Chely! We’ll see each other again, I promise. Ty! Chely jerked awake as a little girl’s squeals of emotional pain followed her out of her dreams. She put

her hand over her heart; a heart that felt like it’d been ripped out. Ty! The spot next to her was empty. Where was he? It was cold without him here. An unnatural moon had replaced the rain, and its light spilled across the dark hardwood floors. It wasn’t time for January’s moon, was it? Moon of little winter. That meant something to her! If only she could remember! Throwing back the covers, Chely slid out of bed. Why had Ty left? Where had he gone? Back to his bed? Why would he leave her in the middle of the night? Hadn’t they shared the most incredible experience earlier? She’d forgotten she was alone in love. He hadn’t said he loved her. Not before and not after their lovemaking. Neither did you, she reminded herself. A wolf howled somewhere nearby. Chely yanked on her robe and rushed over to the window. Sucking in a harsh breath, she placed one hand over her mouth as tears of fear and astonishment slid down her cheeks. It wasn’t the red wolf and it wasn’t the gray wolf standing at the edge of the yard. This one was much bigger, powerful and confident. As if it felt her stare, it looked up at her. For a moment, the expression in its eyes reminded her of someone, but before she could grasp whom it was, the wolf turned and dashed into the trees. Lightening streaked across the moon. Dust to dust. ~*~ How could he have forgotten the feel of the wind against his face? The freedom of the night? The trees whipped by in a blur, and the sounds around him were muffled by his passage. Nothing felt as good as freedom. Nothing except…He slowed to a stop and turned to look back toward the house. He sniffed the air and called out his melancholy song. The image of two people in the throes of passion sprang unbidden to that human part of his mind that he tried to shut off while in this state. The feel of her soft skin, her cries of pleasure, the love reflected in her eyes—it caused him to take a running step back the way he’d come. No! He shoved the thoughts deep down inside and let the animal in him take over. Once again, he raced through the dark, away from the house. The smell of damp earth and leaves invaded his nostrils, along with the smell of evil. The Lady in Red was near. Suddenly, he sensed her to the right. She ran along side him, then sprang into his path. He halted before her. Ah, we meet again. I’ve waited for this moment forever.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN I’m sorry, but I seem to be at a disadvantage here. Care to tell me who you are? The male wolf circled to the left, alert for anything. The night was chilly even with the thick coat of the wolf he’d become.

I’m the Lady in Red. The female wolf circled with the male. Another kind of chill radiated from her in waves. That doesn’t help, he said. You know me. ‘Fraid I don’t remember. He felt he should. There was something violent about her that crushed a corner of his memory with its power. The female let out a human sigh. Then this won’t be much fun. I’ll return another night when I’m sure you remember who I am. She dissipated into the air, leaving nothing behind, not even the host she’d borrowed. ~*~ Chely stood by the window long after the wolf had disappeared into the unnatural night. This part of North Carolina didn’t have big gray wolves. She was certain it was a male. It oozed animalistic power and confidence. Its stance portrayed strength born of the rugged outdoors, built to withstand even the most merciless onslaught Mother Nature threw at it. A chill skittered down Chely’s spine. She felt like she knew the wolf’s soul. Intimately. Crazy—that’s what it was. How could she know a wolf? She thought of the red wolf, and how she’d felt like she’d known it, too. Pressing her hand to the windowpane, she searched the wooded area. Ridiculous, she muttered and turned away from the window. Suddenly rain splattered against the glass, scaring her into a nervous jump. Damn it! She tightened her hand on the opening of her robe. Hadn’t the moon been shining a minute ago? The weather might as well be weird; everything else was. A pain shot through her stomach and spread up to her chest. She doubled over and gasped for breath. About the time it subsided, another one hit her. Crying out, she slid to the floor and curled up in a ball. Wave after wave of pain racked her body until tears streamed down her cheeks and sweat drenched her face, soaking her clothes until they clung to her. Subtle footsteps crossed the attic floor. She cast a fearful glance above her, but didn’t hear anything more. Ten minutes later, the agony eased enough for her to crawl across the floor toward her bed. When she got there and started to pull herself up on the bed, another horrendous pain seized her and wouldn’t let go. Help me, Ty, she gasped. I need you. She lay with her forehead pressed to the disheveled sheets and blankets at the edge of the mattress. If she didn’t move, the pain wasn’t so tormenting. Where was Ty? She wanted and needed him here so badly. Little by little, the pain became a dull ache, but still Chely was too exhausted to move from the floor. Slipping toward sleep, she felt a presence in the room with her. It breathed across her neck, and its cold breath shimmied down her spine. No, she whispered. Please, no. A soft laugh followed her words and echoed around the room.

Once again, Chely’s eyes drooped closed. She struggled to keep them open, but it was like Mr. Sandman’s evil twin had backed his truck up to her eyes and dumped his whole load across her lids. Something light and cold slid up her body; its shallow, fetid breath fanned across her cheek. A memory of her grandfather telling her a story from the Bible darted into her mind. It promised if you called on the Lord’s name when evil was present it would have to flee. I rebuke you in the name of J-j-j… She fought the darkness and tried again. I rebuke in the name of J-j... Oh, no! It wasn’t going to let her say the Lord’s name. The spirit covered her, creeping along her skin, trying to get in, to possess her body and soul. I rebuke… Invisible duct tape slammed across her mouth, and she collapsed in tears. She was so tired, and it would be so easy to give up and let the evil in. Jesus! she cried. The spirit withdrew in a snap with a sharp hiss of anger and pain. Footsteps hurried across the floor. Oh, God, what now? Oh, my dear child. Someone knelt down beside her. The smell of lavender soothed Chely’s nerves, giving her peace, making her feel safe. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t listen to me. A leathery hand smoothed the hair from her eyes. Please tell me you’re the good witch, Chely mumbled. It felt like someone had stuck a hose down her throat and sucked out her energy. I don’t know if the town would agree with me, except for maybe Joe, but yes, I consider myself a good witch. Hands gently lifted her from the floor and helped her onto the bed. Come on, we need to get you out of here. Someone placed her shoes on her feet. Chely opened her tired eyes as much as she could and looked at the good witch . Mae? ~*~ Ty arrived back at the house weary down to his bones. Nightly trips like the one he’d just taken drained him, and this time it had been for naught. The Lady in Red wanted to play, and he wasn’t in the mood. All he wanted to do right now was crawl back in the bed with Chely and hold her like there was no tomorrow. He needed to feel the warmth of her body next to his. The only time he felt reassured and peaceful was when he was with her. The Lady in Red threatened that. He glared toward the forest. Bad move, he said to the night. But he was sure she’d heard him. She was always there watching, waiting and listening. So was he. The Lady in Red would not get to Chely. He would protect her with his last breath. Once inside, he trudged up the stairs to Chely’s room, barely able to keep his eyes open. He’d sleep most of the morning away, he was sure of it.

A sudden chill slid across his rain-cold skin when he reached the top of the stairs, and goose bumps rose along his flesh. He whirled around and stared down the steps. Shadows moved below, blending with the night. They weren’t alone tonight. The thought struck terror in his heart. Chely! He ran down the hall and dashed into her bedroom. All he found was rumpled sheets and an empty bed. No! He tore from the room and ran to his. One quick glance from corner to corner showed him she wasn’t there, either. He raced down the stairs, checked the living room and then the study without success. Tearing through the police tape to the solarium, he sped around the dried-up fountain, dashed through the plants and kicked a black book across the room as he hurried past the bench. Maybe she’s in the kitchen, he thought. When he arrived at the kitchen, he flipped on the lights. Empty. Where is she? With every beat of his heart, he felt a sharp pain that made it impossible to breathe. Suddenly the kitchen felt like a cage. He had to get out. Releasing the lock on the kitchen door, he opened it and shoved the screen door hard enough to slam it against the house. Ty bent over and took in great gulps of air. She can’t be gone. It was his fault. The Lady in Red had lured him away so she could get to Chely. How could he be so stupid? Ty, you need to calm down. His head snapped up and he scanned the dark trees. The red wolf stood at the edge with an intense gaze leveled at him. What? He stared stupidly at the old wolf. Calm down. Get in your truck and drive to your grandmother’s. My...my grandmother’s? Do it! And don’t bring Chely back here until it’s safe! The wolf backed away and faded into the night, the glow of its silver eyes the last to disappear among the shrubbery. Ty ran inside and grabbed his keys off the kitchen table where he’d thrown them earlier. Slamming the door shut behind him, he hopped into his truck and spun gravel as he took off in the rain. He drove like a man on his way out of Hell. When he arrived at his grandmother’s, he nearly drove the pick-up on her porch before he braked, shoved it into park and jumped out. Where is she? he yelled as soon as his grandmother let him inside. He pushed around her, glancing at the couch and chairs, hoping to see Chely sitting there. Where is she? he repeated. A frown creased Mae’s brow. She’s asleep, but she won’t be for long if you keep up that hollering. Where? What? Where is she sleeping? He enunciated each word, near the end of his rapidly fraying rope. I have to see her. God, what was the matter with him? He felt like a claustrophobic person locked in a tiny room with

no windows. Mae sighed and pointed to the door in the corner of the living area. Keep it down! she admonished him with a severe scowl. She needs rest. Ty strode over, twisted the knob, eased the door open and stepped into his old bedroom. It had been left the way he liked it, from the dark gray curtains on the windows, the handmade oak dresser with a model car he’d put together as a boy on top of it, down to the gray comforter that covered Chely. Her chest rose and fell with sleep; he could hear her shallow breaths as she inhaled and exhaled. She whimpered and rolled onto her side toward him, pulling the cover snug under her chin. She looked warm and cozy, but her body trembled as if she were cold. Ty walked to the bedside, sat on the edge and just watched her breathe. With a trembling hand, he reached out and caressed her cheek. Sleep sweet, darlin’. Nothing can harm you here. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers. Tenderness so sudden and strong gripped his heart. Inhaling sharply, he rose to his feet. If he stayed longer, he’d gather Chely in his arms and make sweet love to her. It was the best way he knew to show her how much he cared. His thoughts wandered to their earlier lovemaking. No woman had ever touched him quite that deeply with her gentle, passionate caresses. She’d given him not only her body, but also her heart, soul, and mind. He’d tasted the sweetest slice of heaven while in her arms. How could he live without it now? Damn it, Walker, you got too close. He wanted to slam his fist into something hard so the pain would cover the agony in his heart. With a sigh of regret that he couldn’t stay with her, he returned to his grandmother. Mae looked up when he stepped out of the room. Satisfied? Ty nodded. Thank you, Grandma. He swallowed hard. When are you going to learn to listen to me, boy? Her sharp gaze cut him to the quick. Chely was almost a goner tonight. It wouldn’t have happened if you’d protected her like I told you to. Ty held up his hand. I don’t need a lecture right now. He walked over to the couch and tossed the cushions on the floor. Does this still pull out into a bed? You were out tonight, weren’t you? she asked. I go out a lot like most everybody else. Don’t be obtuse, Ty. You know what I mean. He unfolded the bed out of the couch. I need some sleep. You don’t think I noticed the unnatural moon? You were hunting for her, weren’t you? Grandma, I don’t want to talk about this right now. He stripped the sheets and dropped them in a corner, then went to the closet and pulled out fresh ones. As he made the bed, he was aware of his grandmother’ s stare boring into his back. Damn it all! She knew he didn’t like to talk about it when he morphed into his altered state. It was just another part of his reality that he wished to deny. It made his life hell; kept him from sharing it with someone—someone like Chely. It was a lonely existence. He thought he’d grown used to it, but apparently not. Either that or Chely had awakened the need in him once again.

Chely’s not like the others. That so? Did his grandmother always know what was in his mind? It annoyed the hell out of him, especially tonight when all he wanted to do was lie down and sleep until the spring thaw. She’ll understand and accept the man you are, but first you have to accept yourself. Yep. He tossed a pillow on the fresh-made sofa bed. Ty, what you are is not a bad thing. I suppose. Well, if you’re just going to grunt at me, I’m going to bed. She huffed across the room, but stopped in the entrance to the hallway. I love you, Ty. You’re my only grandson, and I just want you to live up to your potential. Tears shimmered in her eyes. Chely needs you. She needs everything you are. Put aside your disgust with it, or you’ll lose her. I know, he said with a touch of remorse. Grandma was only trying to help, and he was doing the man thing and shutting her out. Mae nodded and headed down the hall. Grandma, wait. She paused and turned around. Who is the red wolf? It’s Chely’s grandfather.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN A sharp rap, rap, rap echoed in Chely’s dreams, pulling her from sleep. She groaned, rolled over and sandwiched her head in a soft pillow that smelled of lavender. The racket grew more persistent until it bounced off the walls and reverberated in her brain. She threw the pillow off, followed by the covers. What is that? Irritated, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the mattress. That’s when she realized the room was a whole lot smaller than her bedroom was supposed to be. Where the heck was she? Panic clutched her heart as she looked around at the unfamiliar masculine objects. Then she remembered where she was. In Ty’s room. Memories from last night flooded into her mind and caused a familiar sweet ache to uncoil at her feminine core. But when thoughts of her sickness and that creepy possessed feeling rose to mind, she quickly shoved them back down. Now that she knew where she was, she let out a sigh of relief and looked around for something to cover up with before she started traipsing around the house in nothing but Ty’s T-shirts. I wonder what happened to my robe? she mumbled as she glanced around the room. Spying a masculine gray robe hanging from a hook on the back of the door, she pulled it down and

slipped her arms into the sleeves. They hung down past her hands, and the hem dragged the floor. Ugh! She wrinkled her nose and looked around for something else to wear. A pair of gray sweat-pants lay across the back of a chair. She put them on. It wasn’t much of an improvement, but if she rolled the waist and legs up, the fit wasn’t too bad. With a quick look in the mirror, she finger combed her hair, decided she was good to go and headed toward the door. At first, she just peeked out, reluctant to disturb the quiet house with any type of movement or sound. Where was everybody? And where was the bathroom? She took a chance on the door to her right and cracked it open. It was. She stepped inside and freshened up as much as she could without taking an actual shower. The hammering sound started up again, and Chely followed it to the kitchen and peered out the screen door. Ty straddled a wooden beam supported by cinderblocks, holding one end in place while he tried to hammer a nail in one side. The whole thing looked like it would topple over at any second. Ty looked yummy enough to eat in a T-shirt and faded jeans. Would she ever be able to look at him without wanting to make passionate love to him? Somehow, she doubted it. Chely pushed the door open and stepped outside. Here, let me help you with that. Mid-morning had a rain-washed freshness about it, and she inhaled the clean air. Ty glanced up and tried to say something around the nails he held in his mouth. He spat them out. Sorry. What did you say? Let me help. Chely knelt beside him and took the hammer from his hand. You hold it, and I’ll pound the nail in. He took the hammer from her. No, you hold it, and I’ll do the pounding. But I’m afraid you’ll smash my finger! Trust me. I’ve been doing this for a long time, I’m pretty good with my tools. You got that right, she thought, and then felt a flush rise to her cheeks. He’s talking about his carpentry tools! Sheesh, the places her mind wandered. The memory of the way he’d slid into her last night, smooth and easy, with a confidence most men didn’t possess, made her heart thump louder than the hammer’s blow. Ty placed her hands on the beam where he needed them. Hold it steady. Chely nodded and willed herself to concentrate on the project at hand. Ty whacked at the nail and missed. Damn! He drew back and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a few seconds. When he tried again, he hit the center of the nail and continued to do so until it rested flat against the beam. They worked in companionable silence until the deck was boxed in and most of the support beams were in place. As Ty hammered, he had a cute way of sticking his tongue out of one side of his mouth. Chely found herself smiling as she watched him work. A strange sensation sifted through her heart. Could it be love? Flustered by her thoughts, she stood and started toward the kitchen. I could use something cold to drink.

Do you think your grandma would mind if I fixed us something? Where was Mae, anyhow? Ty sat on the edge of one of the boards and pushed his cap up a little. The bill shadowed his eyes and his hair kicked out around the edges. Nah, she won’t care, go ahead. Chely found a pitcher of iced-tea in the refrigerator and quickly poured two tall glasses. She couldn’t help but think how married to Ty she felt this morning. Wasn’t working together like this what married folks did after a night of wild lovemaking? Right now, she wanted to drag him down by the creek and make unbridled love to him under the warm sun. Then later they could do it all over again, except this time let the creek’s lulling sound dictate a slow, steady, sweet rhythm. They wouldn’t get much work done, but oh, what fun they’d have! Find what you need? Oh! Chely felt her face flame. How could she let Mae catch her in such a daydream? A secret little smile spread across Mae’s features as if she knew everything Chely was thinking. Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. That’s okay. Chely glanced toward the door. I’d better get this outside before Ty thinks I’ve gotten lost. she ducked her head and rushed outside. Ty took the glass she handed him and drained half the tea in one swallow before lowering it. His heated gaze slid over Chely’s body and his tongue flicked out to lick away a drop of tea on his lower lip. Chely sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a sudden flush of perspiration. Didn’t he have any idea what he did to her when he looked at her that way? Concern banished the lust from his expression. You okay? You look a little feverish. I’m fine, but I’d like to go home now so I can get a shower and start cleaning the house. She gulped her tea. Some type of normalcy needed to be placed back in her life before she lost what little grip she had on reality. Too many emotional extremes had tracked through her body and mind last night. It was enough to make a person a little crazy. Can’t go home. Ty smoothed his hand over the board beside him. Why not? It’s not safe. Chely laughed. I refuse to be scared out of my home. She wasn’t about to let some ghost or evil spirit run her out of her house. She’d find a way to fight it. Ty’s head snapped up. Don’t you remember what happened last night? What I remember is you leaving me alone, and I had a nightmare. Really, it was silly of your grandmother to bring me here. She also remembered their passionate lovemaking, which he seemed to have forgotten. A stab of pain hit her heart, and she quickly averted her eyes. Are you out of your mind? That’s not what happened at all. Isn’t it? You did leave me alone, didn’t you? Why was she harping on the fact that he’d left her?

That’s not the problem. You were in danger or my grandmother wouldn't have brought you here. Chely swallowed hard. He didn’t want to even acknowledge what they’d shared last night. Had it meant so little to him? If you won’t take me home, I’ll walk. She hiked up the waistband of her sweats and stepped over the support beams to start down the road. Chely, don’t be ridiculous. Get back here. She heard his footsteps follow her. I’m going home to clean. She’d procrastinated long enough on that particular job. Right now, she wanted to be as far away from Ty, and the hurt he’d caused her, as she could get. He grasped her shoulder and spun her around. Please… His eyes searched her face. Trust me on this. It’ s not a good idea to go back there. Not yet. Sliding his fingers down her arm, he took her hand and held it. I don’t want to be here. The hurt came out in her voice, the last thing she wanted to happen. Maybe she was overreacting. Ty appeared to be concerned about her. Shouldn’t that make her happy? What’s wrong? he asked softly. Chely shook her head. Nothing. I just want to go home. She started down the road again. Ty tugged her back toward him. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that. Anger flared in her heart. Am I a prisoner now? A huge sigh escaped him. No—it’s just that you’re not safe there. You keep saying that, but you don’t say why. Chely, don’t you remember anything from last night? Yeah, I sure do! She wanted to scream. Don’t you? Instead, she said, I was sick. What she remembered was being in his arms and feeling like it was the safest place on earth, even in a house filled with evil. Something flickered in Ty’s eyes, something that looked suspiciously like pain, but it was gone so fast that she couldn’t be sure she’d seen it. Why don’t you stay and help me with this deck. Then later, if you still want to go home, I’ll take you, but I won’t let you out of my sight while we’re there. When Chely started to protest, he silenced her with a finger to her lips. I know I no longer have any rights to the house, but I would stay with you if you insisted on remaining there. He smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear. I won’t let you stay there alone. Please help me for a little while. He nodded toward the house. Chely looked at the framed-in deck. She’d enjoyed helping him; they worked great together. I need a shower, and I really need to do some cleaning. She knew her arguments were thin, but how could she remain this close to Ty without wanting to touch him? And she didn’t want to do that if it wasn’t what he wanted too. Chely… He lifted her chin. Please? ‘Please’ sounded like a promise for so much more. She followed Ty back to the deck against her better judgment. She didn’t want to lose her heart, but feared it was already too late. ~*~

Ty couldn’t keep his eyes off Chely as she helped him work on his grandmother’s deck. Each time she caught him watching her, he quickly feigned interest in something else. It bothered him that she didn’t seem to remember the way he’d held her last night. She hadn’t said a word about it, like it meant nothing to her. Could sex be meaningless to a woman? Something that felt like pain rolled up from his stomach and poked him hard in the heart. Neither of them had voiced any feelings last night. Maybe it was just sex. But it didn’t feel like any kind of sex he’d ever had. There were too many feelings mixed in there. Damn it all! He didn’t need this now, with that lunatic Lady in Red running around out there. He still didn’ t have any idea who she was, although he felt like he should know her. They had tangled once before, he was sure of it. The dread in the pit of his stomach told him that he’d won, and she was out for revenge. The red wolf, Chely’s grandfather, had warned him not to take Chely back to the old house, and he was inclined to listen to the old man. A whole row of nails slammed along the pressure treated wood like shots from a machine gun. Quickly he pulled a dark veil over his mind, dreading to look at Chely, who’d stopped hammering to stare in disbelief and a little bit of fright. You could really finish a house quick with that ability, she finally said, then returned to whacking a nail with her hammer the old-fashioned way. He could also hurt somebody if he weren’t careful. He had before. The memory of the stabbing at Cartwright’s Roadhouse sickened him. Sure, the man had started the fight, but it wasn’t a good thing to let his mind lose control like that. What if he hurt Chely some day? The blood drained from his body. He’ d never forgive himself. The screen door opened and Mae stepped out. Ready for some lunch? I could eat something, Chely said. Yeah, me too. Ty frowned at the nails. Chely, why don’t you go on inside and start the sandwiches. Mae guided her toward the door. The bread is in the box beside the microwave. Sure, I’ll do that. Chely cast Ty a parting glance over her shoulder. After she disappeared inside, Mae walked over and stood beside him. She didn’t say anything for a long moment. What is it, Grandma? I can help you learn how to control that; teach you how to block it before it happens. Grandma, please don’t do that. Please don’t read my mind. I hate that. I don’t have to read your mind to know what you’re thinking right now. She touched his arm. You’re just grasping for an excuse not to get close to someone, especially Chely. I don’t want to talk about this. Ty started toward the kitchen. You never want to talk about… Mae paused and cocked her head to the side. Oh my, now what?

Ty stopped with his hand on the screen door handle. What is it? It’s Joe. He’s on his way, and I don’t think he’s got good news. Sure enough about two minutes later, he heard the crunch of gravel in the driveway. Ty walked around to meet him. Joe slid out of his cruiser, looking like an old man who’d spent all day hoeing corn. What’s up? Ty asked. A chill settled in the pit of his stomach. Joe didn’t look like he’d come bearing good tidings. The deputy leaned over the car door and looked at the ground. Joe? Ty prompted. Brutus has been digging. Ty’s heart sank. He hated it when he was right. Joe squinted at him. We’ve found the remains of two more children.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Chely shivered as a cold wind whistled around the side of the house and fingered through her hair. Along with the frigid air, her backyard was once again filled with uniforms and suits. Now there were also reporters. This whole big mess was going local. How long would it be before it caught the nation’s attention? A burning sensation singed her stomach, and she placed a hand on it. She needed to see a doctor, but when would she have time? Joe had given her strict orders not to go anywhere near the bodies. You don’t want to see this, he’d said. Since when did she willingly obey an order, especially one issued from a man? Miffed, she sidled around a group of agents at the edge of the woods and peered over shoulders. Immediately she wished she’d obeyed Joe. The victims’ little faces were smeared with black dirt and their skin had a gray pallor to it. She turned away and swallowed hard. These were recent deaths, maybe even within the past couple of weeks, but she was no forensic specialist so she couldn’t be sure. However, she was sure the murders had taken place within months, not years like the others. I thought Joe told you to stay away. Ty took Chely’s elbow and steered her in the opposite direction. Those children… She pointed toward them. They’re recent. Why was there no report of any missing? In all likelihood, they weren’t taken from around here. Ty moved forward to allow an officer to skim by him. Chely’s lip quivered as tears stung her eyes. What was going on? Would she and Ty be suspects now? And those poor children. Her heart ached for their parents. Joe walked up to them, his face drawn. The dull light in his eyes indicated a lack of sleep. Last time I

complain about a policeman’s career in a small town being boring. He clapped Ty on the back and offered Chely a tired smile. Hey, darlin’, how are you holding up? She shrugged. Okay, I guess. She cast a quick glance toward the dead children, a boy and a girl, and grimaced. Ty nodded toward the shallow graves. Any news on who they might be? Just got word that two children were reported missing from Clayton, Georgia on December ninth. That’s not too far from the North Carolina line, is it? Chely asked. Joe opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak a woman darted around him and stuck a microphone in Chely’s face. Did you know that you had children buried in your backyard? Joe shoved the microphone away. She’s not allowed to answer any questions at this point. Is Miss Austin under arrest? No. He shooed the woman backwards. The sheriff will hold a press conference late this afternoon, and you can get your questions answered then. Joe motioned for another deputy to escort the reporter back behind the police line. Come on, the woman cajoled. Give me a break. What harm can it do to let her answer a few of my questions now? The argument faded into the background of Chely’s mind when she noticed Mae slip inside the house. Frowning, she stepped around Joe and the overzealous reporter and headed toward the kitchen door. Joe continued to argue with the reporter. I said so, that’s why. His voice rose a notch. Ty said something, but Chely didn’t hear his words as she snuck in behind Mae. What on earth was the old woman doing here? The interior of the house was cool and dark. It always looked and felt that way even if it was warm outside, making the rooms colder than normal. The temperature outside had taken a nosedive toward the thirties and was getting colder. Chely shivered and rubbed her arms. If this kept up, she’d have to dig in her unpacked boxes for a winter coat. The rustle of a dress as it slid against the furniture caught Chely’s attention. She followed the sound to the living room just in time to see Mae pause at the solarium door. The older woman swept the yellow tape away, heedless of the law that it wasn’t to be removed, and disappeared inside. Chely bit her lip. Should she make her presence known? Or hang back and sneak around until she could find out what Mae was up to? She had no doubt the old woman knew what was going on in this house. Maybe she even had something to do with it. But that would mean her grandfather had been involved, too. Dread fed the burning in the pit of her stomach. What if her grandfather wasn’t the man she thought? You might as well join me instead of lurking outside the door, Mae said flatly as she paused in the solarium and looked back at her. Chely’s heart thumped hard against her chest, but she willed her feet to move her forward and into the room. How did you know I was out there?

My senses are sharper than most people’s, but that’s not what gave you away. Mae walked around, her attention on the floor. Spooky bolted into the room, jumped up on the water fountain, circled it once, then settled down to watch them. Chely took a step closer. What...what gave me away? You smell like Ty. Mae glanced at her briefly, then returned to scrutinizing the gray tiles. Chely frowned and looked down at the T-shirt and sweatpants she’d borrowed from Ty’s room that morning. Pulling the collar to her nose, she sniffed it and caught the faint, spicy smell of men’s cologne. It made her feel wrapped in his arms, right where she wanted to be. Forever. But forever would have to be put on hold until the mystery of the missing children could be cleared up. Hopefully, neither she nor Ty would end up in jail before it was all over. If so, she hoped they’d share a jail cell, because any hell would be worth enduring as long as she had Ty by her side. If I smell like Ty, why didn’t you think it was him? I can hear him a mile away in those work boots he wears. Oh. Mae stooped down and picked up the black book Chely had found a few days ago. How long has this been here? She flipped through the pages. I don’t know. Chely pointed toward the bench. That’s where it was before. Candle; Candle lit in the night. Stomach burns. Life takes flight, Mae chanted the words. A blowtorch fired against the walls of Chely’s stomach and caused her to double over in pain. She gasped and collapsed to her knees. Mae’s hands shook. We’ve got to find that candle. Chely winced. What candle? The burning slowly subsided, and she was able to straighten. The old woman gave her a long, studied look. How long have you been sick? I’m not sure. Since Saturday morning, I guess. She remembered thinking the orange juice had upset her stomach, but she hadn’t drunk any since that day. Mae paced back and forth in a frantic state. Where would she hide a candle? she asked the air. It would have to be where it could burn without catching anything on fire, but also remain hidden from the naked eye. Chely crawled to her feet, swaying a little before she regained her balance. What’s this about a candle? Mae ignored her question and started a search of the solarium. She peered behind dead plants, got down on her knees and felt along the base of the fountain, and then rose and stood in one spot with her hands on her hips in deep concentration. Spooky yawned, and then Chely could have sworn he smiled. She eyed the cat with suspicion, but returned her attention to Ty’s grandmother.

Never mind the cat. Mae? Had the woman gone senile? What was so important about a candle that it caused such a worried frown to streak her age-lined face? Mae answered her unspoken question. If we don’t find that candle before it burns down, you will die, Chely. ~*~ A chill skittered up Ty's spine, but he didn’t think it had much to do with the rapidly dropping temperature. Why the hell was it so cold anyway? It was late in the afternoon and it had been warmer at six o’clock this morning. He glanced toward the house, and a feeling of doom spread across his heart. Something was inside the house again that didn’t belong there. You okay, buddy? Joe asked. Yeah, just felt like a ghost walked over my grave. Ty eyed the house again, and then returned his attention to the children. They’d been placed in body bags and loaded into the back of an ambulance. An officer walked up and handed Joe a report. His eyes skimmed over the contents. Damn, he swore quietly. What is it? Ty asked. The two skeletons from the water fountain didn’t match the dental records of those children who disappeared from this area fifteen years ago. Joe flipped the page, his lips moving in silence as he read. Does that mean more children are missing than we thought? Joe answered without taking his attention off the report. Looks that way. Suddenly he stiffened. What? Ty asked. Do you remember the hair and fingernails you asked me to analyze? Ty nodded. The results are back. Joe paused, met Ty’s gaze, and then looked back down at the paper like he wanted to reaffirm what he’d read. Slowly he raised his eyes back to Ty. I know who they belong to. ~*~ Chely and Mae spent the next thirty minutes searching each room of the house for the lit candle. By the time they met in the kitchen, Chely was tired and more than a little scared. She still wasn’t sure she believed in witchcraft, but a lot of strange things had happened in the past two weeks. Things she couldn’ t dismiss right off hand. What if the candle turned out to be true? She could be dead in another day or two. This was her life they were talking about now. Swallowing the panic that rose like a sickness into her throat, she tried to calm herself. Curses only have power if you believe in them, she reminded herself. And she didn’t. At least she didn’t think she did. Relax, child. Mae touched her arm. You haven’t been sick the whole time, have you? No, just in little spurts. It hits me pretty hard, and then eases off. She’s playing with you; she lights the candle, lets it burn for a few seconds or longer and then blows it out.

Who is she? Mae captured her eyes in a hard stare as if she searched for something. Apparently she didn’t find it, because she shook her head and looked away. You’re not ready for the truth yet. Mae, if you know what’s going on here, it would help a whole lot if you’d just tell us. We can’t fight something if we don’t even have a clue about what it is. You have to remember on your own or you won’t be able to fight it. You can’t have doubts about it. You have to know what you know beyond a shadow of a doubt. And you can only do that by remembering. In the mean time, I will protect you as much as I can. Mae slipped out the kitchen door and disappeared down the road. Nobody appeared to notice that she’d even been there. Chely shivered and grabbed a jacket from the front room closet, then hurried out the door. She hoped she could get away like Mae had without anyone stopping her. No such luck! The same reporter who’d questioned her earlier rushed toward her, microphone ready to shove under her nose. Chely sprinted for her Range Rover, slid behind the wheel and slammed the door in the nick of time. Slapping the lock down, she cranked the engine and backed out of the driveway. She didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until she was a half a mile down the road with nobody visible in the rearview mirror. She drove around for a while and ended up in front of the graveyard gates. What did she hope to gain by stopping here? The overcast sky was getting darker by the minute. A snowstorm was moving in. The silence grew heavy as the Range Rover’s motor ticked and cooled. Finally, Chely released her seatbelt, opened the door and slid out into the frosty noon air. Hugging herself, she walked to her grandfather’s grave and sank to the cold concrete bench. For a long time she just sat there and shivered. It looked like Old Man Winter had decided to show his face this season, after all. She wished the weather would make up its mind. Couldn’t at least one thing be constant in her life? Why was she dwelling on the weather? Maybe she just wanted to avoid thinking about dead children, skeletons and witches—and Ty Walker. If she thought about him, she’d remember how much she loved him, and then she’d go insane when he left her to go back to wherever he called home before he arrived here. It was best to dwell on the weather. It’s cold here, Grandfather. She didn’t just mean the weather. Coldness settled in her bones and left her with the feeling that time was running out. The tick-tock of the invisible clock grew louder with each passing day. How much time did they have left? Is it cold where you are, too? A light snow began to fall. Chely glanced heavenward. Was that his answer? I wish you were here to help clear up the mess my life has become. She laughed a little. But you told me in your last days that I needed to learn how to take care of things. And I will, but it’s much harder than I anticipated. Her gaze skimmed across the chiseled letters on her grandfather’s headstone. The preacher’s words on the day of the funeral floated across the frigid air of time.

From dust you were formed, to dust you will return. A snippet of memory flashed through her mind. A fiery bier raged; its hot, hungry tongue licked the stars in the sky. Dust to dust; ashes to ashes. On that night so long ago, a full moon, bigger and brighter than ever before, burned almost as hot as the sacrificial fire. January’s moon. Moon of Little Winter. She knew what it meant now. What are you doing out here by yourself? Chely sucked in a breath like a corpse coming back to life. Ty! She jumped to her feet, grappling for the vision, but it slipped through her mind like the sand in an hourglass. Do you have any idea what it did to me when I couldn’t find you? His voice shook with anger, hurt and worry. I’m sorry. I had to get away. Frantically, she tried to recall what she’d remembered about the moon. It was no use. It was gone again. Frustrated, she swallowed her tears and looked at Ty. Oh, how she loved him! He stared at her through bleak eyes, and for a moment, she thought he would yell at her again. Instead, he nodded as if he understood her reasons. The dead children were a horror anybody would want to escape. Chely approached him and slipped her arms inside his coat to wrap them around his waist. Feeling his warmth seep into her cold body, she laid her head on his chest. Just hold me, she whispered. Moon of Little Winter. She’d hold onto it the next time. She had to. His hands slid across her back and he pulled her closer. The steady beat of his heart against her ear made her feel safe and protected. She felt his lips in her hair before he drew back a little. I have to tell you something. Okay. She continued to snuggle against him. The hair and nails in that bottle that was found next to the first skeleton we discovered… He paused and tightened his hold on her. They belonged to you, Chely.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Chely pulled away and searched Ty’s face. My hair and nails? She frowned and stepped back, letting her hands slide from his waist. Joe said they were yours from when you were a child—twenty years ago. Ty shoved his fists in his coat pocket and hunched against the cold. Large snowflakes fell, peppering his hair with white.

How—how did Joe get that information? I mean I didn’t give him any samples of my hair or my nails. Little puffs of frosted air blew out with her words. Bright red spots appeared on her cheeks and nose. He couldn’t tell if it was from anger or the frigid temperatures. The light in her eyes had dropped several degrees, too. Joe’s a good cop. After I’d found the children in the water fountain, he saw your brush sticking out of your purse while the police were investigating and decided to take a few strands. Ty shivered and wished Chely would bring the warmth of her body back to him. He took a sample? An incredulous look crossed her face. Why would he do that? Why didn’t he just help himself to my bathroom so he could get a few pieces of my fingernails? Maybe he would’ve gotten lucky and found a few toenails, too. Her voice rose a notch. Why would he even think the hair and nails belonged to me? Well, it is your house— Oh, so it’s my house now. Chely presented her back to him and walked a few steps away. Chely, I didn’t mean it that way. Ty was momentarily at a loss for words. How did he explain this to her without making Joe sound like a jerk? Look, Joe is just doing his job— She turned to face him. Yeah, I know, he has to look at everything. She pulled her jacket tighter around her middle and shivered. We best get back. It’s too cold to stand around out here, and Joe might need to talk to us. He didn’t figure Joe would be happy with them wandering off the property either, not with a murder investigation going on. Chely started toward the graveyard gates, her head bowed in dejection. Ty watched her for a few seconds. This couldn’t be easy on her with her grandfather’s death just a few weeks ago, and now the old man’s reputation in question. She might even be under suspicion herself. He knew she didn’t do it, and neither did her grandfather. The Lady in Red was behind the murdered children. He’d have to tell Joe, but would he listen? The Lady in Red wasn’t real, not in the human sense. She was a spirit, but spirits could kill just as easily as a person. Are you coming? Chely asked. Ty shook himself from his thoughts and started her way. This would all work out. It had to. When they pulled into the back yard, Joe broke from the crowd and trotted over to them. Where the hell have you two been? Easy, Joe. Chely needed to get away from all of this. I followed to make sure she was okay. Joe removed his trooper hat, smoothed his hair, then replaced it and shook his head. I’m sorry, but this whole thing is about to make me nuts. I know you two didn’t do this, but it doesn’t look good. Chely slammed the door to her Range Rover with a little more force than necessary and joined them beside Ty’s truck. I may not be the brightest apple on the tree, Joe, but if I’d killed those children I sure wouldn’t have buried them in my own back yard. Darlin’, I—

Don’t darlin’ me. She brushed passed him. Ty caught her arm. Chely, he’s on our side. She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. Yeah, I know. There’s something I didn’t tell you, Joe said. Chely exchanged glances with Ty, and then looked at the officer. Above the graves, near the top, one of the deputies noticed some small white rocks. They formed the initials TW and CA. Joe squinted at Ty. Have any idea what that might mean? Ty winced. Oh, hell, we’ve been marked. As if he didn’t know that already, but the question was, why? Marked? Chely asked. Whoever is behind this is coming after us next. I thought you said you weren’t psychic, she mumbled. I’m not. But you’re not children. Joe blew on his hands and then rubbed them together. Damn, it’s cold. We were once. Pieces of a dream floated to Ty’s mind. It was cold. So cold. A little girl huddled next to him. The sound of the wolves caused her to shiver more than the winter weather. He’d promised he’d protect her. Get her home safe. It wasn’t the wolves he should’ve worried about. It was someone they’d trusted; someone they’d never thought would hurt them. But he couldn’t remember who it was. For a split second, a face was on the tip of his remembrance like a shadow caught out of the corner of his eye. But it flitted away too fast to grasp. Tonight he’d have to go out and find the truth. I’m cold, Chely said and started toward the house. Joe, if you need me, I’ll be inside. Joe stomped his feet and rubbed his hands together. Ty watched Chely slip inside the house, then turned his attention back to Joe. I need to talk to you. Why do I get the feeling that I’m not gonna like what you’re about to say? Someone’s been snooping around the house for the past few days. Jesus, Ty, why didn’t you tell me this? Because, she’s not… Ty searched for the words that would make him sound least like a mental patient. She’s not of this world. That didn’t sound too good either. Now Joe was likely to think he believed in little men from outer space with great big eyes and four fingers. Joe raised his hands and backed up a few paces. I don’t even want to hear it. Just listen to me, okay? Ty, I can’t take something like that to the sheriff. I’ll get laughed right out of the office, and more than likely out of a job.

I’m not asking you to take it to the sheriff. I need you to help me. He glanced over to see the sheriff talking to a gaggle of reporters. I can’t. Chely is in danger. Real danger. I’m just asking you to trust me on this. Joe sighed and shook his head. What do I need to do? I need you to stay here tonight and watch over Chely for me. Why? Where are you going? To find answers. Ty, I can’t let you do that. I’m the only one who can. Please keep an open mind. Joe shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and walked away a few paces instead. Finally, he turned and walked back to Ty. Okay, I’ll be here tonight. ~*~ Chely turned the thermostat up to seventy and made a cup of hot cocoa. The snow continued to fall steadily outside. Two inches had already accumulated. How had the temperature dropped from sixty yesterday down to twenty-five today? It’s wintertime, she reminded herself. Besides, North Carolina’s weather hadn’t been consistent in years. It rained when it was supposed to snow, and snowed when it was supposed to rain. There she was, dwelling on the weather again. Suddenly her hands turned ice cold, and she cried out in pain. The tips of her fingers stung like they had needles shoved into them. Ty walked in the door and when he saw the stricken look on her face, he rushed to her side. What’s wrong? My hands feel like they’ve been frost bitten. The feeling subsided to a dull, tingling ache. It’s not cold in here. Ty moved to the thermostat and touched the dial. Chely wrapped her hands around the mug of cocoa. Everything’s just crazy. The heat seeped into her skin and warmed her, calming her nerves a little. I know, Babe. He took the cup from her and set it aside, then wrapped his hands around hers and rubbed them vigorously. Ty’s gentle touch comforted her even as it caused desire to uncoil low in her stomach. Would his touch always do this to her? Or would it only be the memory of his caress that would keep her up long after most people had fallen asleep? Maybe you should call your grandmother and have her stay with us until all of this is settled, she said in an effort to keep her mind off the pleasure of his touch. He stopped in mid-rub and laughed. First off, Grandma is the only one who can call anyone on a dead

phone and second, she can take care of herself. But she’s an old woman all alone. Aren’t you worried about her? I’d be more worried about the person or thing that tried to get to her, Ty said quietly. She’ll be okay, trust me. Chely nodded and bit her lip. She was so tired, and she just wanted to throw herself into Ty’s arms and stay there forever. She’d always felt safe with him, as though he’d always been there to look after her. Why did it feel like she’d known him all of her life? How about I fix us something for supper? he said. This should be good. You’re on. While Ty cooked, Chely ran upstairs to take a shower and change into something that fit a little better than his sweats and T-shirt. She carefully folded the T-shirt, then brought it to her nose. It still smelled faintly of Ty even though she’d worn it all day. Just to have him hold her with those strong carpenter arms was a pleasure like nothing she’d ever known. With a sigh, she moved to the window and looked down on the backyard. The two shallow graves were barely visible beneath the snow in the growing darkness, but they still glared up at her as if all the suns in the universe shone on them. So much for wishing it was all a dream. She pulled the towel from her head and rubbed her wet hair. When she looked toward her bed, something on her pillow caught her eye. Frowning, she walked over to the bed. With trembling fingers she lifted the little green bottle and studied it. Unscrewing the top, she discovered a few strands of black hair inside. Her hair? She fingered her own black strands. On closer inspection, she discovered that the bottle also contained some kind of red thread. It looked like the same type of bottle they’d found under the porch next to the first victim. What was it doing in her bedroom? She’d have a talk with Mae tomorrow. Slipping the bottle into her sweater pocket, Chely left the room and started down the stairwell. The smell of fried chicken wafted up the steps and her stomach grumbled. If it tasted half as good as it smelled, she was tempted to kidnap Ty and keep him just to cook for her. Although she was sure there were other things she would enjoy doing with him. A faint smile crossed her lips, but it quickly fell away when she realized Ty wouldn’t be staying here forever. She stopped in the kitchen doorway and watched him unobserved for a few minutes. Lord, he was one good-looking man. And she’d gotten used to him being around. Oh, how she’d miss him when he was gone. The fluorescent light flickered over the sink and buzzed loudly. You hungry? he asked without turning around. Chely almost laughed. He was just like his grandmother. When she didn’t answer, Ty turned to face her. A slow, sexy grin spread across his face. What? he asked, holding a metal spatula in one hand.

Smells edible, she said with a mischievous grin. Ty set the spatula down and picked up a fork. Just for that, I’m going to make you taste-test it. He stabbed a chicken leg and carried it over to her. Steam spiraled in the air from the hot piece of food. Chely laughed and backed up a step. I was just kidding. No, here, taste this. He held it out to her. Is it done? Mostly. He grinned, but at the scowl on her face he added, Okay, this piece is. She took it from him and nibbled a small bite from the end. Um...hot. It tasted good. Better than good. Not bad. Ty took the fork from her with an expression of mock hurt. Not bad, huh? It’s delicious. He grinned. Better. Leaning forward, he captured her lips in a soft kiss, causing her heart to hammer in hope. They ate their dinner in companionable silence. The snow falling outside in heavy, windblown clumps magnified the quietness. Something about it nagged at Chely. Very seldom did North Carolina get heavy snow, but when they did, she always felt a faint apprehension. Sometimes it bordered on panic, like she knew something bad was about to happen, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. A loud knock rapped on the door. Chely flinched and jerked her head in that direction. A dark shadow loomed behind the glass. Relax, Ty said. It’s just Joe. Joe? What’s he doing here this late? I asked him to stay the night. Ty opened the door and let him in along with a burst of icy air. Joe stamped his feet and slapped his hat against his faded jeans before stepping across the threshold. It’s a freaking blizzard out there tonight. He tossed Ty a worried look. Chely stared at them. Why was Joe spending the night? To protect them? She’d always felt safe in the house as long as Ty was there. But what if Ty didn’t feel safe? Dread squeezed her stomach. She didn’t think he was afraid of anything. Maybe he was going out tonight. She didn’t like that idea at all. A little girl’s voice echoed in her mind. Don’t go, Ty, please! Chely sucked in a sharp breath. Suddenly her appetite was gone. You hungry, Joe? she asked and pushed her own plate across the table. No, thanks, darlin’. I ate on the way over. Chely nodded. Well, I think I’m gonna call it a night. If you gentlemen will excuse me. She rose from her chair and started toward the living room. Chely, Ty said. She turned. Yes.

Sleep sweet. She nodded. Joe, I’ll pull out the bed in the couch and you can sleep there. I’m afraid the guestrooms haven’t been cleaned yet. There’s procrastination for you, she thought. Thanks. He smiled and twisted his hat in his hands. Chely got the distinct feeling Ty and Joe wanted to talk alone so she hurried to the front room to make Joe’s bed. Spooky sat on the back of the couch, but when he saw her he hissed and sprang away. He paused at the entrance to the library and growled low in his throat. Spooky? She frowned and took a step toward him. He batted one paw at her and disappeared into the library. That’s just fine. You go ahead and abandon me, too. Talking to yourself, again? Joe asked from behind her. Oh! Sorry, darlin’, didn’t mean to scare you. That’s okay, Joe. She pulled the cushions from the couch and reached down to yank the bed out. Here, let me get that. She stood back and let him unfold the mattress while she went to the stair closet for some fresh linen. Quickly she spread the sheets without making eye contact or speaking to Joe. She wasn’t mad at him; she just didn’t understand why he was here. She felt like she was under house arrest. All done. She patted the pillow and tossed it on the couch bed. Thanks. Chely started toward the stairs and stopped with one foot on a step. If you need anything, feel free to get it. Make yourself at home. He nodded and Chely noticed he looked as tired as she felt. Night. Once in bed, she thought sleep would be a long time coming, but to her surprise, she slipped into oblivion just as the faint sound of a wolf’s howl reached her ears. When she didn’t hear it again, she sank lower into darkness. During the night, she awoke shivering. Slowly she sat up. It shouldn’t be so cold. Had the power gone off? She turned on the bedside lamp and it flooded the room with light. Blinking in the sudden brightness, she slid from the bed and crossed to the thermostat at the door. Spooky sat just outside in the hallway staring at her. His eyes had an eerie human-like quality to them. Kitty? she called softly, knelt and reached a hand toward him. He fled down the stairs.

Chely followed. The lower she descended, the colder it felt. She rubbed her arms and arrived at the bottom in time to see a shadow float into the library. Joe rolled over on the couch, mumbled something in his sleep, but didn’t wake up. Chely peeked at him, then tiptoed to the library. She stepped into the room and gasped. It felt like a meat-locker. Something moved in the shadows next to the window. Chely’s heart leaped into her throat and she froze. It was a little girl, pale as the new fallen snow outside. Before she could react, Joe barged in behind her with his gun drawn, but stopped short when he saw the apparition. Holy sh—what is that? he whispered. It can’t be what I think it is? The little girl pointed at Spooky. Beware! Kitty has eyes and ears. She disappeared just as Spooky snarled and sprang toward her.

CHAPTER NINETEEN Icy wind lashed through him, sending needle-sharp pricks of pain down to his bones. Still, he raced on through the woods, looking for something that forever remained at the front of his mind. It hovered a step back from the threshold of his memory. It was only a matter of time before he remembered fully. Tonight he would remember! A recollection splashed across his mind. Another time, another place when it was just as cold, but he’d felt the heat of a fire. It’d scorched one side of his face; he’d dared not move because of the shadow behind the flames. When she stepped into the light, he’d gasped. The recall dissolved and the wolf slowed. The cold wind howled around him, and the snow fell heavier. He blinked the flakes from his eyes and stared up at a sky he couldn’t see through the thick fog of precipitation. Suddenly his internal antenna shot up. Something watched him a few yards ahead. The Lady in Red was there among the shadows. He could feel her. Lifting his head, he sniffed. Her smell was on the wind, too—danger and dead roses. She stepped from the trees in her wolf form. Welcome again, Ty. Her smile was grotesque and unnatural on such a magnificent animal. His mind opened and the memories spilled forth like water released through a floodgate. He’d faced her once before as a child, when his gifts had shown signs of developing. It had been promised to the Lady in Red that all of Ty’s powers would be given to her, and those he would develop in the future. All she had to do was offer Ty as a sacrifice. I can’t believe I didn’t remember who you were before now. Ty sat back on his haunches, a little

stunned. You didn’t want to remember who you were. She stepped closer. Why should you have expected to remember me? Besides, it just makes it easier. Ty sprang to his feet. A faint sound, picked up only by him, flowed on the brisk night air. His wolf brothers were gathering. Relax, my friend. My plans for our little reunion include Chely. She shook the snow from her gray coat. Unlike the last time, we can’t start without her. Ty’s heart thumped and he swallowed the acrid taste of dread as it rose to his mouth. Whatever you have planned, you can do it without Chely. She has nothing you can use. Let her be. He stood stiff, on the edge of readiness. Don’t tarnish her memories. Let her believe what she’s always believed about you. The female wolf laughed low. You were always so protective of her. If she fell and skinned her knee, she’d go running to you before she’d run to her mother. And when she was sick, she always wanted you, not her mother. Never her mother. Her voice took on a hint of malice. It was sickening, really. What did you expect? Her mother didn’t care about her. She didn’t want her to begin with. The Lady in Red shrugged. True enough. In any case, it’ll work out to my advantage this time. Chely has her, shall we say, uses this time. Uneasiness welled in Ty again, but he pulled the veil over his mind. You think so? His tone was even. It’s Chely’s love for you that will bring her to me like it did all those years ago, when she went out looking for her friend. When she discovers you’re not in the house tonight, she’ll try to find you, and I’ll have both of you right where I want you, and this time I’ll finish what I started twenty years ago. She won’t come. A slight smile touched the Lady in Red’s lips. She’s on her way now. What makes you so sure? I have eyes and ears in many places. ~*~ What the hell was that? Joe asked. The gun in his hand shook a little. That was a ghost, Chely said as if it was an every day occurrence. She’d seen too many strange things in the past few days to be surprised by the apparition. She still shuddered and was grateful Joe was in the house with her. She was beginning to have doubts she’d be able to live there even if Ty stayed. Joe relaxed and lowered the gun to his side. What did she mean by Spooky having eyes and ears? It didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. Chely sighed. Nothing does. She leaned against the wall and looked around the semi-dark room. The ghost was gone and so was the cold. Most of it, anyway. She’d get no more information from there. But

I know who can make sense of all of this. She pushed away from the wall. I need a lift to Mae’s house. Can you drive in these slick conditions? Joe sighed heavily and ran a hand down his face. I sure as hell won’t be able to go back to sleep, so I might as well put my winter-weather training to good use. Good, I’ll go throw on some warmer clothes and we can go. She started for the stairs, but then turned back, biting her lip. I don’t want to tell Ty about this because he’ll try to stop me, but I don’t want to leave him alone here, either. Joe had slipped a flannel shirt on over his T-shirt and looked up from buttoning it. Ty’s not here. Chely’s heart froze. What? She gripped the banister for support. He said he had to go out tonight. That’s why he asked me to stay. Spooky crept to the door of the library and watched them with his ears perked up. His eyes swung back and forth between the two like a pendulum on a grandfather clock as if he followed the conversation. Panic shot through Chely’s veins quicker than the blood whooshing through them. Where…where did he go? Joe shook his head. He didn’t say. His eyes locked with hers. How could you let him do that? How could you let him go alone? He asked me to trust him and to take care of you. That’s no excuse, Joe! She was almost yelling, but she didn’t care. The man she loved was God-knows-where out in a terrible snowstorm. What kind of deputy are you to let someone go out alone in this? Or a friend, for that matter? Joe calmly faced her. There are things about him that you don’t know. If any man can survive the storm, he can. He needed answers, too. I have to go find him. Fear gripped her heart. She couldn’t lose him again. Again? Her brain was too tired to think on that right now. Chely raced up the stairs and into her bedroom. She yanked open a drawer, pulled out a pair of wool socks, jeans and a heavy sweater. Throwing those on as fast as she could, she headed for the door again. Then she stopped, turned back and crossed the room to the nightstand. Scooping up the gun, she checked that it was loaded and the safety turned off, then slipped it under the waistband of her jeans. As an after-thought, she grabbed the witch’s bottle and shoved it in her front pocket. By the time she returned back downstairs, Joe was dressed and reaching for his service revolver. Let’s go, she said. Maybe we’d better go see Mae. There might be some things she needs to tell you. I don’t have time. Ty is out there, and so help me God, I will find him if it’s the last thing I do. She wouldn’t think of not finding him. She’d go insane. If you want a chance in hell of finding Ty, you’d better go talk to Mae first. I don’t pretend to understand everything that’s happened these past few days, but I do know that Mae has a special gift that’s

misunderstood by this town. If anybody can help you, she can. He looked her in the eye. Trust me. Chely took a deep breath, held it a few seconds, then let it out. Okay. You’re right. I need to keep my head together on this or I won’t be of any help to Ty. Tears stung the back of her lids and a pain so deep it hurt to breathe rolled up from her stomach into her heart. No way could she live without Ty Walker. Joe smiled. Let’s go, darlin’. ~*~ Ty shifted back to his human form and instantly regretted it when the bitter cold nipped at his hairless hands. He reached into his human coat pocket, pulled out a pair of gloves and slipped them on. The Lady in Red also returned to her form. She looked the same as she had twenty years ago. Not even age had creased her flawless, translucent face. The paleness of her skin made her green gaze sparkle like polished emerald. Her waist-length black hair enhanced her terrible beauty. Ty wondered how someone so ethereal could be so ugly on the inside. Chely’s face, made beautiful by her shining soul, rose to his mind and his heart constricted. What if she came looking for him? What if she didn’t? He didn’t know which was worse. Living with the knowledge that she didn’t love him enough to come after him would be a lot easier to do than her coming here and dying because of him. No! He would not let her die. He’d take her place before he’d let that happen. Never in his life had he loved a woman as much as Chely. A secret smile touched his mouth. The Lady in Red moved restlessly and stared at him for a few seconds before she spoke. Why do you smile? For the first time she appeared uncertain. Do you know anything about love? The Lady in Red spat in the snow, causing it to sizzle and smoke. I have no use for love. Ty smiled again. There was hope after all. ~*~ The drive to Mae’s house was painstaking, but Joe handled the police Jeep with consummate skill. Whenever it slid on the slick road, he’d steer into the skid and straighten it out with no panic, like he’d been driving in a northern Michigan blizzard all his life rather than the few flakes that dared to grace the south. When they arrived at Mae’s house, the porch lights were on and Mae’s figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. I guess she expected us, Chely mumbled as she fumbled for the door latch. Yeah, she has a knack for that. Chely slid into the cold and then looked back at Joe. You coming? I’m not sure I should. You deserve to know what’s going on around here, Joe. She nodded toward the house. Come on, I’m sure Mae will welcome you.

After the hellish weather they’d just endured to get here, Mae’s house felt toasty and inviting. She shooed them to the living room couch. Tea’s ready. I’ll just go out to the kitchen and bring it in before we get started. Chely sat next to Joe, but immediately jumped back up. She didn’t feel right about getting comfortable when Ty was out there somewhere, probably hungry, tired and cold. She wanted to hold him and make everything okay again. The fire crackled and snapped in the hearth. The warmth soothed achy muscles, but didn’t quite melt the cold fear around her heart. A clock on the wall ticked down the seconds. Valuable seconds that could be used to save Ty’s life, but she was at the mercy of a mind that refused to remember. Whoever said that ignorance was bliss must have been blissfully stupid. She almost laughed out loud. Why don’t you sit down, darlin’? Joe patted the cushion next to him. Tears welled up in Chely’s eyes. He’s out there, Joe, and I feel so… She spread her arms wide …helpless and useless. Joe stood, crossed the room and pulled her against his side. It’s going to be okay. With Mae’s help, we’ ll find him. He placed his chin on top of her head and swayed her. Chely wrapped her arms around him and drew comfort from a friend. I know. Her voice was muffled against his shirt. When Mae returned with the hot, cinnamon-smelling tea, she set the tray down on the coffee table. Chely pulled away from Joe and took a seat on the couch once again; he followed suit. Mae perched on the end of the room’s only chair and smoothed a wrinkle from her calf-length black dress. With painstaking slowness, she served them. No matter how wonderful or hot the tea was, Chely didn’t think she’d be able to drink any of it. Her stomach knotted and the burning sensation returned. The candle had been re-lighted. Mae paused in mid-pour. I assume Ty has gone out? Chely didn’t think she meant to the movies. Yes. She shook her head and sighed. Foolish boy. She moved the kettle to another cup and the brown liquid trickled forth. So much like Wilfred not to be related to him. Mae, I need some answers or I can’t help him, Chely said with only a slight tremor in her voice. She had to keep her emotions in check if she planned on being any help to Ty. I can only tell you so much. You must remember the rest. Mae’s eyes shifted to Joe. I wave my rights to an attorney. His face paled. Maybe I should leave. No, I want you to hear this. Mae took a long drink of her tea as if it was a stiff shot of whiskey. Then she set the teacup down. Wilfred Austin and I shared more than just property lines—we shared a love that will span centuries. We also shared secrets. Mae paused and picked at a piece of lint on her sleeve.

What secrets? Chely asked softly. Close to twenty years ago, during the Moon of Little Winter, Ty shot and killed the woman you call the Lady in Red. Wilfred buried her where she lay and cried silent tears the whole time. He was so distraught that he didn’t pay any attention to where he was. Moon of Little Winter, Chely thought. Joe cursed and jumped up. Jesus, Mae, why didn’t either of you report this? Sit down. There’s no need to get into that right now. Other things are more important. Mae scowled and pointed at the couch. Slowly he retook the seat next to Chely. I wish I’d stayed in the Jeep. The elderly woman slid back in her chair, but remained as straight as an iron post. Later he decided to build a house over her body to contain her spirit, she continued. I could have told him that wouldn’t work. Only a spell can bind a malicious spirit. Running a weary hand through her hair, she smoothed the silver strands. But he never understood my craft and how it worked. In fact, I think he feared it and me a little. For a moment her expression took on a faraway look as if she remembered something much more pleasant. Three years flew by, and I started to think I was wrong about the house. Maybe it could constrain the ghost. That turned out to be a fatal flaw in our thinking. January’s moon brought with it the disappearance and deaths of two children. Joe shifted and leaned forward. The children in the water fountain? It wasn’t really a question. Mae nodded. The next January she tried to recapture Chely and Ty to finish what she’d started a few years earlier. That’s when I made the witch’s bottle containing Chely’s hair and nails. I buried it under the porch next to the corpse. She looked at Chely. It was to protect you and cause the witch buried there so much discomfort, she couldn’t leave the property. Mae reached for her teacup and lifted it to her lips with a hand that shook slightly. It wasn’t only you that needed the protection at the time. Some of the tea sloshed onto the saucer when she set it back down. That was another mistake in our thinking. Ty still wasn’t strong enough to fight her. Chely put her hand on Joe’s arm and addressed Mae. Who was she? Mae shook her head. I can’t tell you. You must remember. Frustrated, Chely leaned against the couch cushions. You’re taking an awful big gamble with your grandson’s life. Her words came out soft and quiet. What if I don’t remember?

CHAPTER TWENTY Chely breathed a sigh of relief when Joe pulled the police Jeep into her driveway and killed the engine. The drive home had been slow, tedious and dangerous in spots. The storm worsened. They sat in silence for a few minutes while the engine ticked and the snow continued to fall. Chely wiped the fog off the windshield and stared out at the fat flakes of snow. The blizzard mesmerized her, blurring into a big white blob of nothingness across the hood of the Jeep. What will happen to Mae?

she asked without looking at Joe. A crime was committed and covered up, but I don’t think I can arrest her. When he moved, the brown leather on the seat squeaked under his weight. Besides neither Mae nor Wilfred pulled the trigger and Ty was just a child. The old woman had said Ty killed the Lady in Red. Chely still found it hard to believe. Nothing that was said has to go any further than Mae’s living room. Chely took her gaze off the windshield and glanced at Joe. The small confines of the Jeep blurred as her vision refocused on his face. Joe straightened in his seat. Do you really plan on going out to look for Ty? I have to, Joe. She reached for the door handle. He could be lost or hurt. He put a hand on her arm. I’m going with you. Chely let go of the handle. I can’t let you do that. I don’t know what we’ll face out there. She paused and looked at him, her eyes searching his. Some things you can’t kill with a gun, she added, her voice as soft as the powdery snow sifting from the sky. What about you? You don’t have any special powers either. What will protect you? Chely leaned back against the seat. He had a point. Then a thought struck her and she sat forward again. I’ll take Brutus with me. She wasn’t sure how Brutus could protect her either, but she’d feel safer with him along. It’d help to know something that was close to Ty would be with her, too. I’m going, Joe said and reached out to smooth a strand of hair behind her ear. Don’t argue with me, darlin’. A cute grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Ty would cast a nasty spell on me if anything happened to you. A grin of her own pulled at her lips. Well, we can’t have that, can we? The smile faded and she let out a huge sigh. Okay, but we stick together. I don’t want to have to rescue two men tonight. They climbed out of the Jeep into the blustery weather. The wind howled through the trees. Chely shivered and called across the top of the vehicle, If you’ve got some gloves in there somewhere, you’d better find them and put them on. You’ll end up with a nasty case of frostbite, if you don’t. Her lower lip trembled, causing the last few words to shake from her mouth. The expression on his face softened. We’ll find him. I promise. Joe ducked back into the Jeep as Chely hurried toward the house. Brutus looked up as she entered, but dropped his head back to his paws when he saw it was only she. She grabbed a thick pair of gloves and rummaged around in the closet for her winter coat, but remembered she hadn’t unpacked it yet. A heavy stonewashed jacket was all that hung there. Must be Ty’s, she mumbled and pulled it from the hanger. When she smelled the faint hint of denim and Stetson, she knew she was right. After she slipped it on, she stood there, wishing it were Ty’s arms wrapped around her instead of his jacket. Would she ever feel his body next to hers again? She scowled at her negative thoughts. Of course you will, she thought. Don’t think about any other outcome. After she tugged on a pair of boots, she called to Brutus where he lay under the kitchen table. Come on, boy, let’s go. She patted her leg and opened the kitchen door.

Brutus rose at her command and obediently followed her out the door. He balked at the cold air, but after a few seconds, he dove into the snow like a swimmer plunging into a pool to get used to the water temperature. Joe waited for them at the edge of the forest. Early morning plowed its way through the snowfall, shedding them just enough light to see where they were headed. Do you have any idea where to start? he asked. Chely stared into the dense woods. I guess we just start walking and see what happens. Not much of a plan. Got a better idea? Joe blew out a mouthful of air. Nope, but we stick together. Chely winced and doubled over. You okay? He put his hand on her back. She managed to straighten and nod. Yeah. My stomach just felt like it was burning. ~*~ Ty didn’t know what he hoped to accomplish by standing around in the cold with the Lady in Red. She made no move to attack him, but he was still on the defense. If he could just remember a little more from that night twenty years ago, he’d be better prepared to fight. The Lady in Red dragged brush, and broken, dead tree branches, piling them up on top of each other until a teepee shaped structure took form. She continued to do this until it was well over her head, and then she stepped back and set it on fire with the flick of her wrist. The heat was immediate and washed over Ty in a hot tidal wave. Memories washed over him as well. The sound of Chely’s hoarse little voice as she called his name over and over, that long ago winter night of the burning cold. Chely wasn’t supposed to be a part of the sacrifice, but because she’d seen who had taken him, the Lady in Red hadn’t had any other choice. He didn’t want to remember the terrified look on Chely’s face when she’d seen him shift from his human form to that of a wolf. He’d been so scared he hadn’t been able to control it. She’d screamed, and choked on tears as she backed away from him. That’s when her grandfather had arrived, and the clearing where Chely’s house now sat had erupted into blood and death. And so the tale unfolds… As children, Ty and Chely had been inseparable, best friends to the end. After that night when he’d pulled the trigger, he couldn’t remember her and hadn’t seen her again until just a few days ago. He would’ve died for her back then, and he’d die for her now. Such sweet memories, eh? The Lady in Red’s voice startled Ty back to the present. The only thing that came close to being sweet about that night was your death. His voice was confident and strong, as if he had no doubts about his magical abilities this time around. He couldn’t afford them. What killed me then cannot kill me now.

Wolves howled in the distance. The urge to answer was strong. The Lady in Red glanced toward the dark ridge. Ty felt her unease. There had been wolves then, too. They’d come down to make sure her soul wasn’t set free, but sent to the spirit world where it would remain. Chely’s grandfather had arrived and scared them off before their work was completed. He’d been so brokenhearted, but when he’d looked at Ty, frozen in a traumatic trance with a shotgun on the ground by his feet, there’d been no anger, just sadness and understanding. He’d picked up Chely, patted her back and whispered, Grandpa loves you, baby girl. Ty felt no surprise the witch had chosen a wolf to control with her mind and body. She wanted to prove she could exert power over even those who sought to destroy her. The wolves howled again. Closer. Maybe things would be the same as on that night so long ago. Even those things the Lady in Red did not wish for. Ty’s head jerked up when more wolves howled. He quickly shifted back into his wolf form and loped into the trees to gather the clan. The only way to beat the witch again was to unite. A shotgun wouldn’t help him this time. He howled out a friendly hello and then a cry for help. The wolves answered and gravitated toward one another. Some were real; most were spiritual. He’d been too young and weak to gather the wolves quickly enough as a child, but this time he wouldn’t fail. He’d send the Lady in Red back to the spirit world where she belonged, and this time she’d stay. ~*~ A long mournful howl rent the night; Chely froze. Fear snaked through her stomach and lodged in her throat. Brutus stood at attention and sniffed the air. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to bring him. What if those wolves ganged up on him? Do you smell smoke? Joe sniffed the air like Brutus had a few seconds ago. The campfire smell reached Chely’s nose, and she searched the tree line for any sign of smoke, but it still snowed too heavily to see farther than a few feet. Wolves howled again and were answered by others on the opposite ridge. It lent an eerie quality to the early hour. Chely felt desolate as though they were in a snow-covered wasteland, miles from civilization with no hope of rescue. Brutus sprang forward and let out a ferocious bark. I think Ty is near, Chely whispered. She felt him, but couldn’t see him in all this whiteness. Suddenly it stopped snowing, the clouds parted and the moon slid from behind them. Moon in the morning? That thought was quickly followed with where was Joe and Brutus? Chely stood alone. She gasped when she looked down to see herself in a white cotton dress. She had a grown woman’s mind in a little girl’s body, the little girl from her dreams. Had she traveled back in time to a cold night in her childhood? Snatches of memories returned to her a little at a time.

Mae had arrived at their house, panic-stricken because Ty was missing. Chely’s grandfather had grabbed a shotgun to go look for him, and left strict orders for them to remain at the house. But Chely’s best friend in the entire world was missing. She wanted to help find him so she’d snuck out and followed her grandfather’s snowy footprints. Racing through the cold wind, Chely had called out Ty’s name over and over. Tears trickled from her eyes and froze against her cheeks. Where was her buddy? As if in a re-enactment, Chely started running in the little girl’s body. For a brief moment, she thought about Joe. Would he be okay? Wolf howls followed her through the trees as she ran. She had to get to her grandfather. He would know if Ty was okay. Another wolf jumped onto the path behind her and followed at a short distance. Chely looked over her shoulder, and discovered the face was not as hideous as her dreams had made it out to be. It had been jumbled up in her mind. The wolf hadn’t been after her. It was there to guide her. Something about the wolf’s face still scared her. Right now was not the time to dwell on her fear. Facing forward again, she picked up her speed. Other wolves ran alongside her in the trees. They surrounded her on all sides, headed for the same destination. Find Ty. Find Ty. Find Ty—her little legs seem to chant with each pump. The cold bit into her face, numbed her hands and stung her bare legs. She no longer felt the tips of her fingers. Frostbite. The thin shoes she’d tugged on hadn’t kept the snow from soaking through to her feet. They felt like two small blocks of ice. Suddenly her stomach erupted in a white-hot flame. She stumbled and fell to her knees. A gasp whooshed from her mouth, followed by a cry of pain. For a brief moment, she had the thought that she should’ve sent Joe to find the candle. The wolf behind her slowed and so did the dark shapes in the trees. A wolf up ahead turned and whined as if urging her to hurry. It was the old red wolf that had sought her out in the years ahead. Confused, she flip-flopped between the present and the past. It formed a vortex that spun faster and faster, making her dizzy. Through her fog-veiled mind, she heard someone call her name—someone who didn’t belong in this memory. Joe, perhaps? She eased to her feet, cocked her head and listened, but the voice didn’t call again. Once more, she started running. She had to get to Ty. Smoke drifted on the wind and captured her senses. She sniffed and turned in the direction she thought the scent originated from. The red wolf faced the same way and loped ahead of her. Satisfied she was headed in the right direction, she increased her pace. She burst into a clearing where a huge bon-fire lit up the night. The flames roared and licked at the trees. The snow had melted in a wide circle around the ring of fire. Dust to dust—ashes to ashes. Chely gasped for breath, bracing her hands on her knees. She was shocked to discover she had on jeans again instead of the cotton dress. The past had faded back into memory, and she was once again faced with the present.

The Lady in Red stepped from the shadows. A thin smile cracked her lips as the light from the fire danced across her face. My precious child. My, how you’ve grown. The harsh tone took away any trace of sincerity in the greeting. She pushed back her hood, revealing long black hair resembling Chely’s. It was as if she looked into a mirror. The Lady in Red had the same small nose, full red lips and sculpted cheeks. Green eyes sparkled in triumph. Chely put a trembling hand to her mouth. Mommy?

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Ty ignored the bite of frigid air as he raced through the trees, looking for his spirit brothers. He paused, lifted his nose and sniffed. The smoke thickened in his nostrils. The Lady in Red would soon begin preparing for the sacrifice. There wouldn’t be one if he had anything to do with it. A few wolves floated out of the night like ghosts raised from a snowy grave. Others slunk from the darker areas around the trees and sat to await instructions. Ty hoped Chely hadn’t come looking for him, but when the old red wolf walked out of the shadows, he knew his hope was in vain. The Lady in Red had Chely even now. Does she remember? Yes. All of it? Not yet. Ty shook his great coat of fur and instructed the wolves to gather around the outer edges of the clearing to keep the Lady in Red’s spirit hemmed in. Whatever happened tonight, she wouldn’t be allowed to leave the area as easily as the last time. This time he would stay and make sure she wouldn’t come back. ~*~ Chely stared at her mother without blinking. Her throat constricted and fear uncoiled in the pit of her stomach. She reached around and touched the gun she’d stuffed under her sweater before she’d left the house. This woman had wanted her dead twenty years ago, had wanted to burn her bones to ashes and return her body to the dust of the earth. Her own flesh and blood. No wonder her grandfather had cooked up that story about her mother leaving town without her. How could he tell a child that her mommy had tried to sacrifice her? Even knowing all of that, could she shoot the woman if it came down to it? Quite a shock, isn’t it? the Lady in Red asked. Why don’t you look older? It was a dumb question under the circumstances, but the only thing that popped into her mind. Because I’m dead.

Chely licked her lips, backed up a step and looked around. Where was Joe? She’d settle for Brutus. Either one would do. But the person she wanted most was Ty. Shifting her eyes from the trees to the fire, she searched for him among the shadows. Where was he? Shouldn’t he already be here? That man you love so much is a cold-blooded killer. Blew me away right in front of you without a thought. Splashed that pretty white dress of yours with blood. The Lady in Red gathered small stones and placed them on the ground near the fire. Lots of blood, she added. My blood. Ty...are...are you talking about Ty? A picture flashed through Chely’s mind of little hands splattered with blood. She flinched and refocused on the woman who was once her mother. Sheila was her name. The Lady in Red rose to her feet. Of course. Who else would I mean? Ty wouldn’t hurt anybody. He’s a good man. Betsy’s voice echoed in her memory. Everybody there witnessed a knife as it flew up from the table and stabbed that man. They said it slammed into his shoulder and came right out the other side. No. Chely shook her head. It was an accident, and the guy had picked the fight. She refused to believe Ty would do anything in cold blood. Not the little boy she’d played with as a child around Grandma Mae ’s willow tree. Not the little boy who protected her from mean kids and snakes. Not the man who made sweet love to her while the rain poured down outside. Not the man who’d held her while she was scared, confused and tired. He hasn’t told you everything, has he? Chely focused on the Lady in Red again. I know he’s a witch of some sort. He told me that. The Lady in Red barked out a laugh. I didn’t figure he’d tell you the rest. He’s too afraid you’ll reject him like you did before. I’ve never rejected him. Yes, you have. I love him. You won’t love him when you find out the rest. There’s nothing in this world that will ever separate my love from Ty. Chely’s hands and body shook. Not with cold. Not with fear. With anger. I’ll love him no matter what he’s done or what he is. The Lady in Red shrugged as if to say she doubted it, but it didn’t matter to her. After rearranging the rocks to her satisfaction, she motioned for Chely. Come. Chely took a step back. Her eyes darted from tree to tree and she had the urge to whistle for Brutus. But she thought it might be best if she didn’t call for Joe. The woman in front of her was a witch according to Mae and Ty. Chely wasn’t about to take any chances that Joe would get caught in the middle of all that. If something happened to her and Ty, Joe needed to be there to take care of Mae. Come! The Lady in Red motioned with more urgency. I like it right here just fine. The pressure of the gun dug into her backbone. She reached behind her and curled her fingers around the cold butt of her pistol. Would it be useful? Could she kill a witch with a gun? Sheila wasn’t a flesh and blood witch; she was a spirit. Doubtful it would work, Chely whipped it

out anyway and pointed it at her ex-mother. The Lady in Red put her hands on her hips and looked toward the sky as if asking the spirit gods to give her patience. I think you know that won’t work. She leveled her gaze on Chely. Put it away. Chely didn’t move. The Lady in Red sighed. Suit yourself. She sat down on a rock. I’ll just sit here and wait until Ty joins us. The ridges surrounding them erupted into howls that sent shivers racing down Chely’s spine, touching every nerve in between. Something about the sound turned her blood to ice. The wind picked up a voice. It sounded like it called her name. A distant bark traveled through the night. Joe and Brutus were close. Chely prayed they’d get lost and move further away. Preferably back toward the house. A sharp breath escaped her as she felt her stomach burn like someone had thrown a lighted match on gasoline. Her hands shook, but she kept a tight grip on the gun. Hurts, doesn’t it? Chely glared at her. You’re the cruelest person I’ve ever met. Tears burned the back of her eyelids. She didn’t know which hurt more, the burning in her stomach or the emotional pain of encountering someone who felt so little for others—her own mother. Again, the Lady in Red shrugged. I didn’t want to take any chances. If things go wrong tonight, Ty will never make it to the candle in time, and he’ll lose you—again. You don’t know Ty. Suddenly the witch stiffened and glanced toward the trees. She stood and turned in all directions, pausing to look at each point. Wolves gathered at the outer edges on all sides. They were surrounded by a ring of wild animals. Chely didn’t know which she feared most, her mother or the wolves. One wolf stepped forward and stood stiff and straight, its silver eyes focused on the fire and the woman who stood closest to it. The Lady in Red dissolved into a wolf and circled the other one. Chely gasped. Had she lost her mind and was seeing things now? Had the Lady in Red just changed into a wolf? Maybe she was dreaming and she’d wake up in her nice, soft, warm bed any minute. But the bitter cold wind that whistled around her felt too real to be anything else. The wolf lady snarled and bared her sharp canine teeth, poised and ready to strike like a venomous snake. ~*~ Ty glanced toward Chely to make sure she was unharmed. If the situation wasn’t so serious, he might have laughed at her pointing the gun at the Lady in Red much like she’d pointed it at him when he’d first met her. She was scared spit-less, he could see it in her eyes like the night she’d splintered the door next to his head with a bullet. Pain struck his heart almost as if the bullet had

hit its mark weeks after it was fired. She was the most incredible woman he’d ever encountered. He’d take whatever risk necessary to get her out of this alive. She’ll hate you, the Lady in Red spoke telepathically to him. Ty jerked his attention back to the female wolf. She won’t want you after she sees you switch back to human form, the witch taunted. She’ll be disgusted and scream while she backs away from you. She’s not a child anymore. Although he tried to fight the thoughts, they sprang unbidden to his mind, bringing back all his insecurities about who and what he was. Would Chely detest and fear him? Or would she love him no matter what? Did she even love him to begin with? She’s here, he thought. If she hated him, he feared he’d throw himself into the fire without the Lady in Red’s help. Grown women are just as frightened of the things they don’t understand, the Lady in Red said. Let’s get on with this. He hoped he could put her into the fire first. Although she was a female wolf, she was still strong, and she had a lot of hate to motivate her cause. They circled each other like wrestlers in a ring. The Lady in Red attacked without warning. ~*~ Chely watched in horror as the wolf closest to the fire pushed off its hind-legs and sprang toward the other wolf. Understanding dawned in her mind. The attacking wolf had been the wolf in the attic. The attic. Her stomach was a constant ball of pain now, and it was all she could do to stay on her feet. She had to get away and find Ty. Where was he? She ran toward the trees, but stopped short when she saw a circle of silver eyes glinting in the shadows. How was she supposed to get past them? Taking a deep breath, she plunged into the trees, but was thrown back by an invisible force. Sprawled in the snow with the breath knocked out of her, she stared up at the sky and noticed that once again moonlight filtered through a few wispy clouds. One of the wolves yelped in pain; Chely rapidly rolled onto her stomach, but not quickly enough to see who had drawn first blood. The wolves once again stalked in a circle around each other. They clashed again, fighting dangerously close to the flames, their snarls and growls tumultuous in the supernatural night. Chely could no longer tell which was which. How on earth was she supposed to know who’d won when it was all over? Chely! a voice shouted from the trees. Brutus barked. She rolled to her side and scrambled to her feet. Joe stood in the trees with Brutus by his side. The dog repeatedly bumped against the invisible window. Each time he landed in the snow, he’d spring back to his feet, shake his head and try again.

Frantic that he’d somehow get through, Chely shooed them both away. Her stomach felt like a piece of iron held in a blacksmith’s fire, glowing red-hot. Bent over in pain, she hurried toward Joe. The candle! she gasped out. He held out his hands in question. Candle? What candle? He cast a worried glance toward the fighting wolves and then toward the wolves next to his feet. Even in the cold, sweat beaded on Chely’s skin, trickled into her eyes and slipped down her face. Joe walked toward her, but the invisible barrier knocked him backward. He picked himself up from the snow and once again stood before Chely. He cautiously put his hand against the indiscernible wall. I can’t get to you. He touched the barrier again as if he couldn’t quite believe what he wasn’t seeing. The fight between the wolves escalated. Each time one brushed against the burning brush pile, it yelped in pain. Chely gritted her teeth and clutched her stomach. Joe, I need you to listen to me. Go get Mae and tell her to look in the attic for the candle. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The sudden intake of air caused the fire in her stomach to burn higher for a brief moment. The crazy thought crossed her mind that if she took enough deep breaths she’d blow the fire out. I can’t leave you here by yourself. I’ll be...okay. It grew increasingly hard to talk. The longer they hesitated, the more likely talking would be the least of her worries. Go! Now! Mae...the attic. A stricken look flickered across Joe’s face. Darlin’ I— Please trust me. If you don’t get Mae to that attic, I’ll die. Chely scooped up a handful of snow and rubbed it across her forehead, down the slope of her nose and across her neck. In spite of the cold, her body burned hotter than the sacrificial fire behind her. Joe pounded a fist against the force field, then stood back and looked at Chely with pure torment etched into his eyes. There’s nothing you can do here, she said. Let Brutus guide you home. Joe nodded, turned and disappeared through the trees. The last hope she had for survival. ~*~ Ty’s muscles ached and his wounds hurt, but he continued to fight. Each time he thought he’d cornered the female and was ready to give the final blow that would land her in the fire, she danced around him in some kind of macabre two-step. The female lunged and sank her teeth into his furry neck. He howled out his pain and shook her loose. He staggered and stepped too close to the fire. The stench of singed fur filled the air, and he leapt away. Out of breath and panting, they circled one another, glaring, preparing to clash again, looking for a weakness, a soft spot to attack.

They sprang toward each other simultaneously. The female wolf sidestepped him seconds before collision. He sailed past her and right into the fire. ~*~ As she screamed, Chely felt a part of her heart tear away. One of the wolves had landed in the fire. She felt its agony as if she had a spiritual connection to it—it was the wrong wolf. Tofius! The wolf in the fire was her Tofius, not the red wolf. She’d mixed up her memories. No! The scream tore from her throat as she raced straight toward the other wolf. In her mind, there was no fear, only a furious need to protect her Tofius. The female wolf shifted back to the Lady in Red just as Chely slammed into her, knocking her into the flames. Chely landed on her knees and her hands made contact with the hot embers around the outer circle. She jerked them back and rolled away. The other wolf sprang out of the fire as the Lady in Red howled in pain and anger. The wolf landed on its feet, its fur smoking with patches of fire. Chely prayed Tofius wasn’t burned to the point of death. It shifted. Chely’s heart stopped its beat for what felt like several long seconds, and then knocked against her ribs in a painful rhythm of fright. Ty? she whispered.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Ty lay face down in the snow. For once, the frigid air felt good against his flesh. The tips of his fingers were blistered, and he felt patches of burning skin elsewhere on his body. His clothes were charred and they smoldered. But he was alive. Ty? He felt a light touch on his cheek. Oh, please, no. Ty, baby, are you okay? a soft voice said. He groaned and rolled on his back, staring at the sky. After a moment, he turned his head and looked into emerald concern. I’m okay—just a little battle-scarred. He gauged Chely’s expression. Had she seen his transformation? If so, she didn’t appear to be disgusted by it. Relief flooded through him, and he longed to pull her into his arms and kiss her until all the pain and cold blew away with the winter storm. Chely slid her arm under his neck and tugged him to a sitting position. Come on, we need to get out of here before we both freeze to death. She cast a skittish glance at the burning byre. Or she hops out of the flames. Wincing, she put a hand on her stomach and took a couple of deep breaths.

Ty stroked her arm. Are you okay? She gasped and her features tightened. The candle...I sent Joe, but I don’t know if he’ll make it in time. Candle? Chely nodded. If it’s not found and put out, I’ll die. Damn! That’s all they needed was more trouble. As every muscle in his body groaned in pain, he crawled to his feet and helped her up. Let’s get out of here. They started toward the circle of wolves. When Ty touched the force field, a jolt nearly knocked him on his rear. What the hell? He shot Chely a questioning look. I think it’s some kind of barrier to keep the witch in. A stream of sweat trickled from her temple down to her jaw-line. Her hair was wild, her skin paler than the snow on the ground. I know that, but why is it still up? He glanced around. The witch has been destroyed. Can’t you...talk to them or something? she asked. Ty stiffened, his eyes on the fire. I don’t need to. I know why. Chely turned to see the Lady in Red walking around in the flames like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego in the fiery furnace. Oh, no, she whispered. What do we do now? ~*~ Music flowed over the air, the most beautiful melody Chely had ever heard, a lilting, magical tune. She looked toward the fire and her gaze caught the flames. Mesmerized, she watched the fire’s seductive dance. It beckoned to her and she took a step forward. Suddenly the flames were filled with the missing children; their small voices rose and floated into the stratosphere. Come, Chely. Join us. She took another step. We need you. The Lady in Red reappeared among the flames and smiled, like Chely’s mother used to do when she was little and things were normal. This woman was her mother; she’d missed her so much over the years. The witch smiled again, almost angelic, and beckoned Chely. An angel, Chely thought, and moved forward like a pawn on a board game. Deadly angel. Confused, Chely paused. Licking her lips, she looked around and saw Ty. He spoke to her, but she couldn’t hear what he said. Come! The children pleaded. Come, her mother’s soft angel voice called. The music began to play again. It drowned out all sounds. All thoughts. It was just her, the music and the flames.

Chely moved closer to the fire. ~*~ Chely! Ty shouted. What was wrong with her? What was she doing? He caught up to her and grabbed her arm. Chely, stop. She didn’t even look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the inferno in front of her. Ty looked into the fire and saw the Lady in Red smiling like she’d won some big prize. Not yet, you haven’t. Frantically, he searched his mind for a way out of this. He was reluctant to use magic, because Chely could be harmed in the crossfire. The bottle. Ty whipped around and searched the pack of wolves, then returned his attention to the woman in the fire. His mind raced. How was he supposed to get rid of her? The witch’s bottle! Once again, Ty whirled around and looked at the wolves. They stared back at him intently; their silver and green eyes blinked in the white noise of the air. A red wolf, one he recognized from the woods at his grandmother’s house, stepped to the front and met his gaze, steady and unwavering. Throw it into the fire. Ty looked away from the red wolf. The Lady in Red was at the outer edges of the fire. She walked with her arms outstretched as if she were on a high wire a hundred feet above the ground. Her eyes were closed and her lips moved in a rapid chant, her red cape billowed out behind her, immune to the hungry fingers of the fire. One black boot stepped outside the blaze. Chely took another step closer to the Lady in Red. We need the witch’s bottle. Oh, God, they didn’t have time to go back and get it. In Chely’s pants’ pocket. Ty caught Chely, fished in her pocket and pulled out the little blue bottle. Drawing back his arm, he slung it toward the fire. He was half-afraid it would fall short of its mark, but it landed among the flames with a loud pop and a hiss. The Lady in Red paused, and then her body jerked. Her eyes widened in disbelief and she looked at Ty with surprised anger. Bit by bit she dissolved until only her eyes remained. The cold orbs held on a little longer, sending a chill up Ty’s spine, and then, they too, vanished into the flames. With a gasp, Chely slumped to the ground. No! Ty fell to his knees and gathered her in his embrace. Please, don’t let it be too late. Had he come this far only to lose Chely anyway? He stood with her cradled in his arms and started walking. The wolves parted and allowed him through. One howled and the others joined in until the night was filled with their eerie music. Then, abruptly, they stopped. The moon observed them from on high. Its own voice howled among the stars. Ty wondered how night had arrived so quickly. Had that much time flown by? He’d forgotten that time was different in the spirit

world. He carried Chely through the trees. His body ached, but he didn’t dare stop for even a few precious seconds to rest. He held his life, as surely as he held her body, in his arms. When he stepped from the trees into the backyard, Joe launched off the porch and hurried toward them. I couldn’t find Mae; she wasn’t home. I couldn’t get inside to look for the candle… He paused and glanced at Chely. Is she...is it too late? No, she’s still alive, but barely. Let’s get inside and find that damned candle. He handed Chely to Joe so he could get his keys and open the door. That done, he took her back from his friend’s arms. God, she was so pale. What if they didn’t find the candle in time? He refused to think the worst. They would find the candle. Ty nudged the kitchen door open with his shoulder, carried Chely to the living room and gently laid her down on the couch. Let’s go. He took the steps two at a time and raced down the hall toward the attic stairs. Spooky sprang from the shadows and clambered up the steps ahead of him. Ty cast the cat a furtive glance. At the threshold of the attic, he paused and looked, but all he saw was gloominess. Nothing flickered. Joe appeared at his elbow. See anything? No. He shoved an impatient hand through his hair. Where in the hell could she have hidden a candle where it couldn’t be seen, but at the same time, not be smothered out? Joe walked past Ty and looked behind a pile of boxes. Spooky meowed and scratched at the window on the other end of the attic. Ty looked behind an antique sewing machine, then kicked a box aside with a low curse. Nowhere in this god-forsaken place could a candle be hidden without catching something on fire. He took a deep breath and willed himself to calm down. But how was he supposed to do that when the woman he loved more than life itself was dying? Spooky circled him and brushed his legs, then galloped across the room back to the window. We’ll find the candle in time, Joe said, but the look in his eyes shared Ty’s concern. Spooky batted the window, looked at Ty and meowed loudly, then batted the window again. In a several long strides, Ty reached the window. A light flickered among the trees as they swayed with the wind. Joe, I found the candle. ~*~ It was cold. So cold. Chely’s eyes popped open, but she couldn’t move. The air around her was frosty. The breath from her mouth puffed out in little smokestacks of steam. Where was she? Tiny ghost hands cupped her face and turned her head. A small girl smiled, her face as translucent as a sheer piece of white cloth. Thank you, Chely.

A little boy leaned over the couch while the other missing children mingled about the room. We can go home now. The witch is no more. Chely smiled. Fly away, little angels, she thought, before her eyes closed. ~*~ Ty raced through the trees until his lungs burned and left a coppery taste. The lantern that held the candle swayed from a tree limb. He jumped up, grabbed the branch and pulled it down to reach the light. With his finger and thumb he snuffed out the flame, then swore when he felt the burn against his blistered skin. All that remained of the candle was a little bit of liquid. He’d almost been too late. When he reentered the house, he carried Chely to her bedroom, where he laid her between the sheets. With a gentle hand, he stroked her cheek. Her breathing was shallow, but she would live. Spooky jumped up on the bed and snuggled close to Chely’s side, his eyes on her face, keeping watch over his mistress. The cat appeared normal again, thank God. Ty’s heart swelled with love for the green-eyed beauty asleep on the pillow. Leaning forward, he gave her a gentle kiss and left her to rest. Joe sat at the kitchen table as if he were at a funeral wake. Brutus snored lightly at his feet. How is she? Joe didn’t have his trooper hat so he picked at an imaginary one. Sleeping, Ty answered. The candle was almost… The unspoken words hung in the air as if he were afraid they would shove Chely over the threshold of death. I know, Joe said. Ty swung a kitchen chair around and straddled it. What are you going to do about the case? Now that he knew Chely was safe, it hung heavy on his mind. Would his grandmother be blamed for the deaths of those children? For the murder of Chely’s mother? Joe took a deep breath and let it out. Nothing. You can’t do that. What about your job? He slumped forward and rubbed his eyes. What am I going to tell them? That some crazy spirit witch was running around out there, killing little children? He looked at Ty with a torn expression. What about Mae? I wish I’d never heard what she told Chely about her grandfather and the body. They covered up a murder for heaven’s sake. Mae didn’t kill anybody, Ty said quietly. I did. You were just a child and in danger. The whole thing could’ve been taken care of twenty years ago, and Mae wouldn’t be in this big mess right now. Wilfred and Mae did what they thought was best. I know. Joe rose from his seat. You okay here now? Yeah, we’ll be fine.

If you need anything, call me. I’m going to the office to write a report on what happened today or tonight —hell, I don’t even know what time of day it happened. Things got pretty strange out there. He started toward the door. Ty sniffed a laugh. Joe. He stopped. Yeah. Don’t endanger your job. Joe nodded, opened the door and then he was gone, leaving behind a whoosh of cold air. ~*~ Chely’s eyes fluttered open, and when bright sunlight stabbed them, she quickly closed them again. She ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth and tasted bitter cotton. Wincing, she placed a hand on her stomach. It felt raw inside, but she was able to smile. She was alive. Slowly, she slid from the bed and crept to the bathroom to brush away the foul taste in her mouth. Then she returned to bed to watch Ty. He was slumped in the hard-back chair across the room, sleeping at an awkward angle. A light snore issued from his mouth; he jerked and his eyes flew open. Chely. Hi, she said softly. How do you feel, Babe? Okay—a little tired and sore. Ty stood, stretched, walked toward her and sat on the edge of the bed. You look better. God, he was a beautiful, sexy man. What was she going to do when he said good-bye? Blinking rapidly, she cleared her throat and asked, How long was I out? Three days. Her mouth dropped open. Three days! I thought I’d lost you. He reached for her hand. I don’t know what I’d have done if I had. He swallowed hard. I love you. Her lips trembled and her heart knocked against her ribs. He loved her! Does that mean you’re staying? There’s no place on earth I’d rather be than with you. I’ve spent my whole life missing you. I’m not about to go through that again. Chely felt a huge smile spread across her face. I love you, Ty Walker. He pulled her into his arms and held her, running his hand up and down her back. This is where she wanted to be. Forever. Outside, loud barking quickly turned to canine yelps of fright. Ty released Chely and walked to the window, shoving it up. He stuck his head out. What’s going on, Joe? Ty you better get down here, he called back.

Chely joined them at the window. What’s wrong? Hey, darlin’ how are you feeling? I’m better. She smiled down at him. Now what’s going on down there? You’ll see in just a minute. As if on cue, Brutus raced around the side of the house with Spooky hot on his trail. Ty groaned. And I was worried about Brutus eating your cat. Chely clapped a hand over her mouth and giggled. Minutes later they joined Joe outside. The temperature was a little warmer and the snow had begun to melt. Chely drew in a deep breath of fresh, clean air. It was good to be alive! The cat and dog tore around the side of the house again. Spooky! Chely called sternly. Leave Brutus alone. Ty laughed. That cat’s not going to listen to you. Joe placed one booted foot on the edge of the deck and squinted against the glare of the sun reflecting off the snow. He held an oversized, brown envelope in one hand. They went by to pick up Mae this morning. Chely took her eyes off the retreating animals. Pick her up? What for? They wanted to question her about the disappearance of your mother, Joe answered. And those children. Oh. She suddenly felt very small. But she wasn’t there. The place was closed up like she’d left town with no intention of coming back. Chely moved closer to Ty and slid her hand into his. He looked down at her and grinned like he knew something she didn’t. Anyway… Joe continued. The case has been filed and will be placed in the strange and unusual folder. I no longer have anything to do with it. His words were filled with relief. He handed the envelope to Ty. Your grandmother’s place belongs to you now. Evidently she knew she was going somewhere so she had everything done ahead of time. Ty took the envelope and pulled the papers partially out to study them. The piece of property that half of Chely’s house was built on was deeded to her. He no longer had any claims to it. Not that it mattered now. He planned on spending the rest of his life with her, if she’d have him. Thanks, Joe. Placing his trooper hat on his head, Joe gave a final wave and climbed into his cruiser. Take care of Ty, darlin’, he called as he backed out. As they watched him drive away, Chely sank down to the deck, still a little weak from the candle illness. Where do you think your grandmother went? Ty sat next to her. Look. He pointed to the edge of the trees. Two red wolves stood in the shadows. They lifted their noses in greeting, and then disappeared among

the trees, playing like two pups. Chely turned to Ty and whispered, Perfect. I know. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Not all spirits are evil. Spirits? Chely asked. Grandma can move between the two worlds. Right now she wants to be in the spirit world with your grandfather. She sighed. It sounds so romantic. It makes a gal want to believe in happily-ever-after. He stood and tugged her up with him. I can give you a happily-ever-after if you want me to. He brushed his lips across hers. Umm—that depends on one thing. Amusement mixed with her words as her hands stroked his sexy, carpenter arms. And what would that be? She rose on tiptoe and whispered near his ear, Teach me how to shift into a wolf. I wanna play with you in the woods every now and then. Ty chuckled, slid his arms around her waist and pulled her close. First we need to make this house a home. No more procrastinating. His lips sought hers and kissed her deeply—hungrily. She was no longer alone.

~The End~

About the author of Moon of Little Winter

Margaret Marr grew up in the mountains of western North Carolina under the watchful eyes of strict parents. Since she wasn’t allowed to date, spend time with friends, or go places, she explored the world among the pages of a book. The love of reading lead to the love of writing. She has two books published in paperback: a collection of short romances, Knight of Valentine and a romantic suspense thriller, Memories of a Secret Friend, both published through iUniverse. Moon of Little Winter is her first paranormal romance, which was born out of a conversation she had with an online friend about the wolf moon.

When Margaret isn’t writing, she likes to hike, swim, camp, go fishing in the dark and spend time with her two sons.

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No More Secrets, No More Lies by Marie Roy Contemporary Secrets, lies, and consequences. What consequences does Sydney Morgan pay when all secrets are exposed? The Blood That Binds by Rie Sheridan Fantasy In Ancient Days, when elves were king…the legends tell of wondrous things… The Dragon’s Horn by Glynnis Kincaid Fantasy Three Dragons. Three Immortals. One Choice. But what will they choose? Will they rescue their loved ones, or fight to redeem the world? Escape the Past by K. G. McAbee Fantasy Can they escape their pasts and find a future in each other’s arms? The Binding by PhyllisAnn Welsh Fantasy He’s an Elf Lord trying to save his people. She’s a fantasy writer trying to save her sanity. Chosen by the gods to rescue an entire race, they first have to save each other. Dream Knight by Alexis Kaye Lynn Medieval Do you believe in the power of dreams? Allude to Murder by Emma Kennedy Suspense Balkan smuggling conspiracy entangles two Americans Mating Season by Liz Hunter Contemporary One lucky sailboat captain + His fetching first mate + Hurricane Season=Mating Season! Unlawful by Dorice Nelson Medieval Butchery tainted their first encounter… Enslavement separated them… Deception and deceit reunited them… Thus began their struggle of courage and conquest… Saranac Lake Requiem by Shel Damsky Historical Gabriel Levine never dreamed that he would find a new life, true friendship, love, and mortal danger. Angels Unaware by Priscilla A. Maine Historical Is Rebecca’s faith strong enough to sustain her through the most trying battles, and help her stand strong in the midst of her adversities? Enchanted Cottage by Linda Bleser Paranormal A story for women who may feel their youth slipping away, but not their zest for life, their taste for adventure, or their ability to recognize and appreciate the power of love—at whatever stage it enters their life.

A Fine Impersonation by K.G. McAbee Fantasy Can an incompetent actor take the place of a prince? He can…if he lives long enough to try! The Choosing by PhyllisAnn Welsh Fantasy An extraordinary tale of love, villains and magic! Apology for the Devil by Stewart Thomas Thriller/Intrigue American Secret Service Agent Lia Blaine and Major Robert Garrick of the elite British Special Air Services find themselves thrown together into a violent maelstrom of corruption and treachery which leads up into the White House. For Baby’s Sake by Maralee Lowder Contemporary Romance When Rich Jones enters the diner the only thing he wants is a hearty meal and a chance to see his favorite waitress, Anna. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise gift that will alter his life forever. Guarder Lore by Shawn P. Madison Science Fiction When a terrorist plot rocks the U.E.N. and thrusts the Guarder Squadron into public view, a history of the ultra-secret is sanctioned for the first time. Now one man, a historian who barely believes the myths himself, discovers the truth behind the legends. The Last Light by Ana Salazar Regency Small and pale, Grace Radbyrne is a timid vicar's widow, burdened by a seemingly impossible dream. Damian Ward, Duke of Carisbrooke, is a bitter man, damaged by betrayal. Failing to locate her missing brother alone, Grace agrees to become Damian’s mistress in exchange for his assistance…a devil’s bargain only love can break. The Scent of Stone by Savannah Michaels Paranormal Tintagel Castle, secret caves, and a tantalizing scent cause havoc on two unwilling lovers. Shawn Corrigan and Darcy Brannigan find themselves in over their heads as a love potion created in 500 AD affects their lives and hearts. Throw in the magic of Merlin and his delightful sidekick, Aili, and you’ll never look at a stone the same way again. Too Many Spies Spoil the Case by Miles Archer Mystery Hard-hitting, quick thinking and an irreverent mouth propel Doug McCool through a tight action thriller with plenty of bodies dropping, bullets flying and, of course, too many spies. Join the hippy detective as he takes you on a tour of San Francisco in the mid-70s. Married by Mistake by Laurie Alice Eakes Regency To protect Stormy from the machinations of her guardian, Dante claims she is his wife and she is by Scottish law. But danger stems from unexpected and far more dangerous sources than Stormy's uncle. Tyrant Moon by Elaine Corvidae Fantasy He had vowed to do no harm. She was born to kill. Can a dying mage and a barbarian warrior put aside their differences long enough to stop a rogue wizard…before time runs out for them

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