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me about the vision last night? Why keep it from me?” He sounded very upset. “What? Do you think I actually killed someone? I can’t believe that you don’t trust me.” He started to walk past her.
    She grabbed his arm. “No, Jon. You don’t understand. I never thought you really did it. I was just confused and anxious about the vision.”
    Jon shook her hand off and said, “Darcy you asked me all about this. I told you how all that happened, about how I was accused, and cleared, and I really thought this was done between us. I don’t even know what I’m doing here.” He stormed away from her heading back to town.
    Darcy felt her temper rise and then quickly break apart. She’d accused him without proof. Again.
    There was something her visions wanted to know, though, and Jon hadn’t exactly tried to help her understand what.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Darcy was so upset over Jon’s reaction that she couldn’t sit still. She was pacing the length of her kitchen, backwards and forwards, until she could calm down somewhat. Only then could she admit that she was also really mad at herself. Why didn’t she trust him? She loved him, didn’t she? She should have talked to him right away about the vision she’d had instead of running away from him.  She’d only made things worse now.
    The case had been ruled a suicide, according to what Grace had found out, and she should have accepted that at face value. Or accepted what the old newspaper article had said about the whole thing. It was probably a very sensitive subject for Jon. It had been enough to drive him away from his old department.
    She decided to stop being an idiot and go after him. Her mind made up, she left her house quickly. She needed to find him in a hurry if she was going to set this right.
    She wasn’t sure where he would have gone. She didn’t find him on the path back into town so she went to the police station. The desk sergeant let her know he wasn’t there. The next logical place to look was his apartment, which was located a little outside of the town center on the opposite side from where she lived. Before long she found herself climbing the creaking, wooden steps to his front door.
    With butterflies rampaging around inside of her she lifted her hand and knocked on the door. Several agonizing moments passed where she was convinced he wasn’t going to answer. She was about to knock again when she heard his voice through the door. “Go away Darcy, I don’t want to see you right now.”
    “That’s too bad Jon, because I’m not leaving. I messed up, and I need to let you know that, and I’ll stay here all night if I need to.” She stood up straight and propped her hands on her hips.
    Jon sighed and then reluctantly opened the door. He walked away and she took that as an invitation to enter. Closing the door behind her she followed him into the entry hall and then into his living room. Not exactly sure how to start, she stood in front of him looking up into his face, her mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out. He just stood with his arms folded across his chest glaring at her.
    She gulped a breath before finally speaking. Funny, now that she’d almost forced her way in here she didn’t know what to say. “I’m so, so sorry. I messed up.”
    “You said that.”
    “Well, I mean it.” She reached out for him and pulled him into her arms, hugging him close. He held himself stiffly at first but then she felt him relax into her and return the hug. She breathed a sigh of relief then. “I was just scared about what I saw and I panicked.”
    “I understand,” Jon said into her hair. She could feel his warm breath on her head as he spoke. He dropped a soft kiss to her hair. “No, I actually don’t. I’m not quite up to speed on your whole sixth sense thing. But I suppose I might have done the same thing if I’d had a vision like that.” He pulled away slightly and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as he steered