“I didn’t tell her anything.” Not intentionally. Why hadn’t Renee told her Cody had come to see her? Shay would have given her right hand to have known. She let the spark of anger toward Renee die. She was just trying to help, but God, Shay wished she had known. Her phone rang, a puzzling call that distracted Shay from considering the damage Renee’s actions had done to Cody and Shay’s friendship.
“What was that about?” Cody asked.
“This just gets stranger. That was Julie, who ordered the mate to the table in my shop. A man called two days ago asking if she’d gotten the table, but she had already canceled the order with Renee. We don’t have any male employees.”
“He didn’t give a name?”
“No, and she said another of Renee’s clients was burglarized. Nothing taken, but a table destroyed.”
“What the hell was this guy looking for? We’ll call the police in the morning and see what the guy says.”
Shay yawned. “I don’t know why I’m so tired. I slept well last night.” The best night’s sleep she had in weeks. She touched her arm. The scratch was burning.
“Here.” Cody reached behind the seat and pulled out a pillow. “When I’m hunting, I have to sleep wherever I can.”
Shay put her head on the pillow. “Hunting?”
“Uh, criminals.”
As she drifted off to sleep, she felt his hand cover hers.
***
“Your husband’s going to kill us both. You know that,” Ronan told Bree as she dug through a bag of junk food she bought at the airport.
“I’ll send you in first, let you talk some sense into him.”
“Not me, darlin’. Faelan’s already gonna think this is all my fault.”
“I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon, not bailing my husband out of jail.”
“You’re the reason he had to play bodyguard. You and your bloody visions.”
“I had to warn Cody. The woman I saw in the vision with him was going to die.”
“You did the right thing,” Ronan said, scrubbing his knuckles over Bree’s head. He grinned. “I could take you on the honeymoon.”
“Sorry, stud. You need to age at least another century.”
“Don’t know what you’re missing.”
“From what I hear, I’m the only one.”
Ronan’s grin turned to a grimace. “You shouldn’t listen to gossip. There’s more smoke than fire.” The reputation was probably his own fault, but if he didn’t flirt once in a while to lighten the load, he would explode from the guilt hanging around his neck. The clan still didn’t know his part in things. He would tell them, after he figured out where the vampires were and what they wanted. “So what’s the story between Cody and this woman?”
“I don’t know, but you’d best keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want to lose them.”
“Like that, huh? Well, I have no plans to put my hands anywhere except on this steering wheel. If I was going to go messing with some man’s woman, not that I would, I wouldn’t choose the only warrior besides Faelan who’s battled an ancient demon and lived to tell about it. Give me a little credit, darlin’. That’d be suicide.”
“You don’t fool me. You’re not afraid of anybody. Including my fierce husband.”
Bree was wrong. He was afraid… of himself. “What’d you do with Cody’s address?”
Bree pulled a piece of paper from her purse. “I just hope Faelan’s there. I’m worried about him.”
“The Mighty Faelan can take care of himself.”
“I know.” Bree twisted her ring, frowning.
“Can’t you just call and check on him?”
“He’s not answering his phone. He keeps losing it, but no, I need to see him.”
Something was bothering her. Ronan had some kind of connection with Bree that he couldn’t explain, a need to protect her that confused him and drove Faelan insane.
Ronan eyed the box of Milk Duds she was munching. “You shouldn’t be eating that crap.”
“I can’t help it. Pregnant women have cravings.” Bree clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes round.
“You’re pregnant? I’m going to be an uncle?” He gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. “And he left you alone, knowing—” he narrowed his eyes. “He doesn’t know, does he? Is that why I’m risking my neck bringing you to Virginia? So you can tell him?”
“No, he can’t know.”
“Why not? He’s the father.” Ronan lifted a horrified brow. “Isn’t he?”
“Of course he is, but he can’t be distracted now. You know how he is, even with me hale and hearty. Can you imagine how he’ll act if he knows I’m carrying his baby?”
“Blimey. You sure I can’t talk you into going home? You can rest, stay healthy, and I can stay alive.”
