someone else's energy. I began to feel like a normal person.
I started liking my life here, its easiness and peacefulness."
"But at the shopping center,
you saw the boy's mother."
"Yes. It was a surprise. Not
altogether a welcome one."
"But it happened. You still
have your gift."
Frowning, she bit her lower lip.
Finally she said, "I know. But I think part of me is fighting it. I do my
best when I'm open and relaxed, and I can't seem to get that way now."
"What happened today?"
"Nothing. That's the
problem. I held your daughters' dresses. I sat in the midst of their toys.
But nothing came. So I thought if I colored in Dana's coloring book
maybe--"
Nathan's heart almost stopped.
"How do you know it's Dana's?"
"Because she's the
four-year-old--"
"How do you know she's
four?"
"You told me."
He shook his head. "I just
showed you the picture. I didn't tell you their ages. I also didn't tell you
which was which."
Gillian closed her eyes for a
moment, tried to forget the hold of Nathan's hands on her shoulders and his
close physical presence. But it was impossible. She was more aware of him
than ever.
Opening her eyes, she stared
straight into his. "I don't know if this is going to work."
"I think it already has.
Sitting here today, you must have gotten a sense of Dana."
His fingers slid back and forth
across her shoulder in what he meant to be a comforting gesture, she supposed.
It didn't feel comforting. His touch seemed to link up with energy in her
solar plexus that went absolutely haywire. "I might have guessed their
ages from their clothes."
"Is that what you think?"
"I don't know for sure. But I
do know you can't be breathing down my neck through all of this. Your scrutiny
won't help. It will only hinder."
"Stay here tonight."
Her stomach flip-flopped.
"What?"
"Stay in the house with me,
eat dinner, sleep in Dana's bed."
"But I don't know you."
His thumb slid across her bare
neck, creating a riot of shivers. "I think you know what matters. I need
to find my daughters. I won't harm you."
There was more than one type of
harm. "Nathan, I can come back early tomorrow morning--"
"Tell me you don't think
staying here will help."
She knew better than he did that she
could tune into the girls' energy more easily surrounded by their possessions.
"I can't."
"The bedroom door locks,
Gillian. If you don't trust that, you can ask a friend to stay the night if
you feel we need a chaperone."
As attracted as she was to Nathan,
as powerful as the vibrations were between them, she trusted him. It was gut
instinct. She didn't want more people than necessary knowing what she was
doing. "I'd rather we keep this between the two of us."
"You're sure?"
Nathan didn't realize how a
situation like this could snowball. She did. "We don't need a
chaperone."
His blue eyes darkened, his head
lowered almost imperceptibly, but enough that his face was slightly closer to
hers. He paused for a moment, then he raised his head. They both knew if he
kissed her, she wouldn't stay the night and she might not return at all.
He lifted his hands from her
shoulders. "Why don't I drive you to your place and you can get your
toothbrush and whatever else you might need. We can stop for something to eat
on the way back or pick up pizza or Chinese."
"All right. Maybe during the
drive you can tell me what happened with your ex-wife and why she disappeared.
That information could help me."
Gillian could feel Nathan distance
himself from her, but she didn't understand why. Was he worried that if she
knew his story, she wouldn't want to help him? There was something she needed
to know before she got involved any deeper. "Should the police be called
in on this or are they already involved?"
"No police. Jake and I
discussed it over and over after consulting a lawyer. We both know how the
system works--the domestic courts, judges with rulings as
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