about this woman that had him seesawing back and forth?
Otis began barking and there was a scrape of paws on the concrete. Not only did the barking continue, but Otis had now added a frantic whine to it. He'd yet to hear the animal react so insistently.
Cody sat up straight and tried to hear above the dog's cries.
"Hey, Lyssa," he called aloud. "You forgot your dog!"
He wanted to be irritated that she'd gone off all half-cocked and left him with a barking dog but...
Splashing. Yes, there had been a splash. A choke, maybe a cough. He wasn't sure.
"Lyssa?"
There was another swoosh of water and his heart leaped to his throat, then started jackhammering in his chest.
"Lyssa, this isn't funny. Answer me," he said, his voice rising to a fevered pitch.
The dog continued to bark. Through the splashing, he heard nothing. No voices. No cry for help.
Where the hell was Isadore? She was always watching him. If something had happened she would have flown through the door by now.
He inched his way out of the chair with great control, easing himself over to where he thought the table was. But as he feared, with every wave of his hand, he couldn't connect with it.
He listened, but only heard the dog's bark.
"What is it, boy? Did she leave without you? Did she fall in the pool?"
Another splash and a cold chill raced through him, making him shiver.
"Lyssa? Talk to me."
He dropped to his hands and knees and quickly moved away from the sound of the dog.
He knew where the table was positioned in relation to the pool and the house, but somehow, maybe his chair had been moved and now his bearings were shot. God, he hated not being able to see!
He couldn't recall if he'd heard more than just a splash. Had she dove into the water?
Maybe hit her head? He hadn't been paying attention. He'd been too angry. Too self-absorbed.
He closed his eyes as fear pummeled him, opening them again to the cold blackness that was always startling.
"Say something, Lyssa!"
Cody squashed down the hysteria filling him. If she'd fallen in the pool and hit her head somehow, it would be too late if he went in search of Isadore or Beau now. Brock wasn't home.
He'd left earlier that morning and probably wouldn't be home until late.
He was already wasting too much time just thinking. Fear bubbled up his throat as he crept along the concrete, choking him. Pebbles dug into his palms and bit into his knees through his blue jeans as he crawled along the patio, feeling his way to the smooth edge of the pool. Otis was clearly upset by the splashing and that could only mean one thing. Lyssa was in trouble.
Holding the edge, Cody eased into the pool, felt the cool wetness seep into his clothes and chill his skin. All the while he was straining to hear which direction the splashes were coming from above the dog's bark. He could barely breathe, his heart lodged in his throat.
He tossed his hat and his sunglasses to the side of the pool, hearing the glasses connect with the concrete. He waded in waist deep toward the sound of the now occasional splash, until he reached a point where the pool's floor dipped.
"Lyssa?" he said. She wasn't answering and that wasn't a good sign.
The dog barked, and he heard the splash of water that may have been his own. He wasn't sure. Fear leveled him. Good God Almighty, how on earth would he find her?
He was a strong swimmer, had always been since he was a child. If he moved too quickly and she sank below him he might miss her. Deliberately, he forced himself to remain calm and move evenly. He dipped underwater, frustrated that he couldn't see any better below the water than he could above. As irrational as it seemed, the darkness still shocked him.
He concentrated on the sound happening underwater and pushed himself forward, arms moving back and forth. He heard a cough and came up for air, listened, then dove under again with another forceful thrust. He couldn't hear the splashing anymore.
"Lyssa," he called out when he came
Otis began barking and there was a scrape of paws on the concrete. Not only did the barking continue, but Otis had now added a frantic whine to it. He'd yet to hear the animal react so insistently.
Cody sat up straight and tried to hear above the dog's cries.
"Hey, Lyssa," he called aloud. "You forgot your dog!"
He wanted to be irritated that she'd gone off all half-cocked and left him with a barking dog but...
Splashing. Yes, there had been a splash. A choke, maybe a cough. He wasn't sure.
"Lyssa?"
There was another swoosh of water and his heart leaped to his throat, then started jackhammering in his chest.
"Lyssa, this isn't funny. Answer me," he said, his voice rising to a fevered pitch.
The dog continued to bark. Through the splashing, he heard nothing. No voices. No cry for help.
Where the hell was Isadore? She was always watching him. If something had happened she would have flown through the door by now.
He inched his way out of the chair with great control, easing himself over to where he thought the table was. But as he feared, with every wave of his hand, he couldn't connect with it.
He listened, but only heard the dog's bark.
"What is it, boy? Did she leave without you? Did she fall in the pool?"
Another splash and a cold chill raced through him, making him shiver.
"Lyssa? Talk to me."
He dropped to his hands and knees and quickly moved away from the sound of the dog.
He knew where the table was positioned in relation to the pool and the house, but somehow, maybe his chair had been moved and now his bearings were shot. God, he hated not being able to see!
He couldn't recall if he'd heard more than just a splash. Had she dove into the water?
Maybe hit her head? He hadn't been paying attention. He'd been too angry. Too self-absorbed.
He closed his eyes as fear pummeled him, opening them again to the cold blackness that was always startling.
"Say something, Lyssa!"
Cody squashed down the hysteria filling him. If she'd fallen in the pool and hit her head somehow, it would be too late if he went in search of Isadore or Beau now. Brock wasn't home.
He'd left earlier that morning and probably wouldn't be home until late.
He was already wasting too much time just thinking. Fear bubbled up his throat as he crept along the concrete, choking him. Pebbles dug into his palms and bit into his knees through his blue jeans as he crawled along the patio, feeling his way to the smooth edge of the pool. Otis was clearly upset by the splashing and that could only mean one thing. Lyssa was in trouble.
Holding the edge, Cody eased into the pool, felt the cool wetness seep into his clothes and chill his skin. All the while he was straining to hear which direction the splashes were coming from above the dog's bark. He could barely breathe, his heart lodged in his throat.
He tossed his hat and his sunglasses to the side of the pool, hearing the glasses connect with the concrete. He waded in waist deep toward the sound of the now occasional splash, until he reached a point where the pool's floor dipped.
"Lyssa?" he said. She wasn't answering and that wasn't a good sign.
The dog barked, and he heard the splash of water that may have been his own. He wasn't sure. Fear leveled him. Good God Almighty, how on earth would he find her?
He was a strong swimmer, had always been since he was a child. If he moved too quickly and she sank below him he might miss her. Deliberately, he forced himself to remain calm and move evenly. He dipped underwater, frustrated that he couldn't see any better below the water than he could above. As irrational as it seemed, the darkness still shocked him.
He concentrated on the sound happening underwater and pushed himself forward, arms moving back and forth. He heard a cough and came up for air, listened, then dove under again with another forceful thrust. He couldn't hear the splashing anymore.
"Lyssa," he called out when he came
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