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innocent girl who's mentally ill?" Jesus, he'd always known this woman was eccentric, but he'd never taken her for cold-hearted. "Never mind," he said, his lip curling. "I'll go find someone who doesn't mind getting involved."
    And he had to hurry, he couldn't leave Brynne alone too long. She might hurt herself.
    "Grayson," Topper snapped, frowning up at him. "That is not it. I will gladly do all I can to help the two of you. And so will others here, including the sheriff—although he does get rather heated about bringing trouble here. Not that you could know about this particular trouble, of course."
    He turned back to her, shaking his head. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you gonna help or not?"
    She lifted her hands, and he blinked. Were those little sparkles wafting from her fingers? No, of course not. And her hair must’ve had that orange streak in it already—it couldn’t have appeared just now.
    "I mean, dear man, that you must keep your Brynne very close. Or more correctly, let her keep you close. I'm not sure why—the three fates didn't divulge that much—but I do know it's the only way you'll be safe."
    “Brynne’s in danger?” Gray was already moving back down the steps, alarm prickling through him. Had someone followed Brynne here? Someone who wanted to harm her? Hell, maybe they'd even had her imprisoned somewhere, and she'd gotten loose.
    He scanned the night beyond their back yards, but saw nothing but the faint line of the mountains against the starry skies, and the lights of a few vehicles out on the state highway through the valley.
    "You think someone followed her here? Have you seen a strange vehicle, or strangers in the street?"
    "No, dear. Not yet, but you are still in danger." Topper waved her hands impatiently at him. "You've come here to hide, but this kind of trouble cannot be shaken so easily. Now hurry back home. She will no doubt explain everything."
    Gray shook his head. "Topper, would you just call the sheriff?" Meanwhile, he'd go home all right—and get his pistol. No one could've followed him, surely, but they could've followed Brynne. Later, he'd worry about how this woman knew he was here to hide out.
    "Yes, dear," Topper smiled at him, suddenly agreeable. "If necessary. Hurry home."
    Gray vaulted the fence again, and strode back across his Gran's small lawn. By the light of the porch, he pulled out his phone, opened the back to remove the battery, slid it back in and tried to power up his phone. Nothing. Just figured it would die now—it was that kind of night.
    Hell, it'd been that kind of month.
    When he walked in, he stopped short.
    Brynne stood in the middle of his kitchen. She was scrubbed clean, her hair still in a tangle with some strange bits in it, but at least it was shoved back out of her face. She looked wan, but lovely, her eyes bigger than ever in her pale face.
    She was also very naked.

CHAPTER FOUR
    "I do not have appropriate garments," Brynne said in that weird voice.
    "Come with me," he said, yanking his gaze with a mighty effort from her bared curves. "I'll find you something to cover up."
    Because he couldn't think when all of her was on display, or when his body was reacting to the sight of her pretty breasts, and the sweet little triangle of light brown curls between her thighs.
    He groaned, turning his back and adjusting himself in his jeans. Down boy . Just keep her talking and get a handle on whatever the hell was going on. Made it little tough to guard against danger when he had no idea where it would come from.
    In his bedroom, he grabbed one of his old tees from a drawer of the old oak bureau. A faded blue, it bore a Seahawks logo on the front. He turned and stopped short. She stood close behind him, all of her within reach.
    He looked away, gritting his teeth, and held out the tee. He didn’t turn back until out of the corner of his eye he saw it fall around her slim thighs. Next, he handed her a soft corduroy shirt in gray. "Here, put this