made a come back. “You just startled me.”
Zach closed the door as if the subject were done. “I’ll get started on dinner. Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“Sure.”
Her mouth remained dry and part of her brain tried to understand the vision. She’d never had them until recently. What if every time he touched her this happened? She’d gotten used to the colors. These scenes would disturb her more.
Zach handed her a glass of amber liquid while she was still immersed in thought. “Is spaghetti okay?”
She smiled up at him. “Comfort food.”
“You look like you could use some comfort.” He held out his hand, a smile lighting up his eyes. “Come sit with me in the kitchen.”
Stark white cabinets lined one wall of the long skinny kitchen. A mural decorated the opposite wall.eH Zach was cooking in a vineyard. He motioned to the painting. “Friend of mine did that. I don’t use much cabinet space so I took them down. Now I feel as if I’m outside.”
“Nice,” was all Grace could think to say.
Grace found herself in cold storage. Her guess was the morgue. She opened a drawer sure that was the right one. When she uncovered the sheet, instead of Dolores an inert Zach lay there.
She nudged him. “Zach, ask me. Ask me for help.”
Then his eyelids snapped open like a shade let loose. “No, Grace you can’t help me.”
She screamed. Someone shook her.
“Grace.”
“No,” she said. Zach wouldn’t let her go.
“Grace, wake up.”
In that moment of clarity, as sheyou become awake, as the shreds of the dream still lingered on, but she realized that it was not real, Grace knew Zach’s arms were around her. For real. He wasn’t prone on a slab.
Her heart pounded in her throat. Her limbs shook as they grabbed him. The dream had been so real. She could see him on that slab as if her brain had taken a photo. If the dream was a premonition it was the first one she’d ever had.
“Bad dream,” he said, pulling her tighter.
She squeezed back the tears hanging onto her dignity with a fingernail.
Her gaze eventually traveled up to his eyes. He brushed a hair from her face, his look tender. Licking his lips, he leaned towards her.
All of her self-control went into not kissing him. She could sink into his arms, but it wouldn’t mean as much to him. This would be a fling and she couldn’t risk what she’d seen, the future she’d seen, on her need to be surrounded by a warm body.
“Don’t.”
He backed away, a frown creasing his face. “There’s something about you Grace. And that isn’t a line. I don’t need lines to get women in my bed.” His head shook, but he didn’t let go of her. “Just a day ago I didn’t know you, but I feel as if I have.”
She chuckled. “That’s a very bad pickup line, Zach.”
A smile replaced his frown, a sheepish one.
Her heart had slowed from the nightmare, but not completely. His touch didn’t launch any visions. Instead she felt safe and warm like home on a winter’s day.
Every fiber of her being longed to stay this way, but she had a murder to prevent. “I need your help.”
“What can I do?”
“I need you to believe me that Dolores is in trouble.”
“Oh, Grace.” He kissed her forehead then stood.
She felt cold again though the apartment was even cool. Darkness painted the windows. The only light in the room came from the hall light that Zach must have turned on when he came to her. She pulled the covers around her.
“I don’t see why she would be.”
“Do you know that she’s blackmailing the father of her baby?”
“Her alleged baby.”
“Ask her. She’s pregnant. She admitted it to me.”
“Okay, say she is. Why would she be blackmailing them?”
“Because he’s married.”
Zach crossed his arms, leaning more on one leg than the other. “Who is it?”
Could she tell him? No, he didn’t trust her yet. “I’m not sure.”
“Then how do you know she’s blackmailing someone?” He rubbed a hand down his face. “This is all ludicrous. Nuts. We’re talking about a woman I once loved.”
The pain in his eyes was palpable. The lines around his mouth deepened.
“Zach, what motive would I have for lying to you?”
His shoulders slumped. “None whatsoever.”
Chapter Twenty Four
Zach stood on Dolores’ porch wanting to knock, but unable to make his hand move. She opened the door her breath catching. “Zach.”
“Lors, we need to talk.”
“You sounded just like that when you asked for a divorce.”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
She opened the screen door then followed him into her kitchen. “Coffee?”
“No thanks.”
He didn’t sit. He couldn’t, not even at work today. Something about Grace stuck her square in the middle of his thoughts. No amount of work would extricate her. And he needed to believe her if he planned on pursuing a relationship with her.
Now why did he think that? A relationship. Those thoughts hadn’t entered his mind since Dolores.
“You look serious.”
“I’ve been talking to Grace.”
“Did she tell you she thinks I’m in some kind of trouble?”
“I know it sounds strange, but she has no reason to lie.”
“She’s a nut, Zach. That’s it.”
“I don’t think so.”
Dolores crossed the room and stood inches from him. “You’ve slept with her. Boy, Zach you’ve never been one to think with the wrong head, but this time you have.”
Zach refused to justify the remark. “Are you pregnant?”
She took a step back. “Yes. And he’s yours.”
“Oh?”
“Remember that night.”
“That was once Lors.”
“It only takes once.”
“You sure it’s mine?”
Her mouth dropped open. He remembered the look well and knew it to be fake.
“Of course it is.”
