He winced. “Ye know what I’m feeling?” He’d been fighting a major case of lust all evening.
“It gets even worse,” she continued. “I can tell when people are lying, like a human lie detector. Comes in real handy in my line of work, but it’s the pits for personal relationships. The minute a guy lies to me, I tell him to hit the road.”
Just like she was doing to him. Robby thought back over their conversation. He might have hedged a few times, but he’d actually told her more about himself than he’d originally intended. She’d been so easy to talk to. “I dinna lie to you, lass.”
She bit her lip, frowning.
“Since I’m no’ a liar, ye must want me to leave because ye think I’m crazy? I’m no’ crazy. Yer lie detecting skills should tell you I’m speaking the truth.”
She shifted her weight. “I don’t think you’re crazy. You have some baggage, obviously, that you’re dealing with, but we all do.”
“Then…we should be all right.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “Doesn’t my gift disturb you? Guys are usually out the door right after I tell them. Some would be halfway to another island by now.”
He shrugged one shoulder. “’Tis an odd ability, I grant ye that, but I–I’m no’ in a position to cast stones for being different.”
She still looked stunned. “You’re okay with it?”
“Aye. I’d like to see you again.”
“I–I can’t. I’m sorry.”
It hurt more than he expected. Dammit, why would she reject him? She didn’t know he was undead. She didn’t think he was crazy. He’d been honest, so she couldn’t have caught him in a lie. But if he kept seeing her, wouldn’t he have to lie at some point? And then she would know.
Unless…A niggling suspicion crept into his thoughts. “What am I feeling now?”
Her eyes widened. “I would say you’re…annoyed.”
Not even close. His heart was aching at the thought of never seeing her again. He stepped toward her. “Ye’re no’ sensing me, are ye?”
Her face paled. “I’d rather not talk about—”
“Since ye value honesty so much, ye should tell me the truth.”
She looked away with a grimace. “Okay. I can’t sense you at all. And I don’t know why. It’s never happened to me before.”
Obviously, she’d never met the Undead before. “Ye canna tell if I’m lying?”
“No.” Her shoulders drooped. “It’s terrible. I’ve never felt so…blind.”
“Lass, ’tis no’ that bad. We’re in the same boat. I canna tell if ye’re lying either.”
She snorted. “You knew the four uncles was a lie.”
He smiled. “I dinna hold it against you. I thought it was understandable and…adorable.”
Her mouth fell open, and it struck him like an invitation. Lord Almighty, he wanted to kiss her. He took another step toward her.
She stepped back, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink. “I’m sorry, but I can’t get involved with someone I can’t read.”
A spurt of anger shot through him. He was accepting her even though she was a therapist. Why the hell wouldn’t she accept him? “Lass, we were having a grand time, joking and laughing. Ye doona need special abilities to recognize how happy we were.”
Her eyes glimmered with tears. “I enjoyed it, too. But I can’t have a relationship with someone I can’t trust.”
Of all the complaints to lodge against him, this had to be the absolute worst. “Ye—ye think I canna be
Her eyes widened. She moved closer to the grape arbor.
“Bloody hell.” He paced away, fighting to control his anger, but it was obvious that he was pissed. She grabbed hold of the cricket bat.
“Lass, I willna hurt you.” Damn it to hell. First he’d insulted her, and now he was frightening her. There was no help for it. He would have to explain. Otherwise she would never understand. “I dinna want to tell you this, but…I was in battle one night with the enemy. And I was captured.”
She drew in a quick breath.
He looked away, ashamed to admit he’d been a victim. “They wanted information about my comrades. When I refused to talk, they…tortured me. For two nights.”
The bat she was holding fell onto the tile floor with a clatter.
He turned to her. “I told them
She covered her mouth with a trembling hand, but a strangled whimper escaped.
He stepped toward her. “I dinna betray my friends. I prayed for death so I wouldna betray them.”
“I’m so sorry,” she breathed.
“I doona want yer pity, lass.”
“But I
“Bloody hell, I dinna want to tell you.” He paced away. “Now ye’ll look at me like some poor weakling who was fool enough to get captured—”
“No.” She stepped toward him. “Don’t you dare blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.”
He groaned. There she went with the therapy. “Olivia, I only told you so ye’d understand how much I value loyalty. I would rather die than betray my friends and family. Ye’d be hard pressed to find any man in the world as trustworthy as I.”
Her mouth curled up. “Or as modest.”
He smiled. “There, ye see. Ye read me quite well, so I doona think ye need yer special powers with me.”
She hooked a curly tendril behind an ear. “Maybe. I don’t know. This is so…strange.”
“Ye can trust me, lass. May I see you tomorrow night?”
Her eyes met his with a searching glance. The lust he’d battled all evening returned at full force. He stuffed his fists into the pockets of his hoodie to keep from grabbing her. Lord Almighty, he wanted to kiss away her doubts.
His gaze dropped to her pink mouth. So soft and sweet. Everything was slowly becoming tinted with pink, which could only mean his eyes were turning red. A sure sign that he desperately wanted her. She licked her lips, and he closed his eyes, praying for control.
“All right,” she whispered.
Thank God. He opened his eyes and found her gaze drifting over his body. She wanted him. He didn’t need any empathic powers to feel the heat coming from her. He could hear her heart pounding. Maybe he could steal a kiss after all. He stepped toward her, lowering his gaze to her feet so his red glowing eyes wouldn’t frighten her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She turned and dashed into the house.
He took a deep breath to calm his raging lust. “Olivia,” he whispered, simply because he liked hearing it. He liked the way it rolled off his tongue. She was so beautiful. Unique. Worth fighting for every step of the way.
His eyes slowly returned to normal, and he headed toward the stairs with a growing sense of triumph. She’d tried to reject him, but he’d persevered and emerged victorious. Fate was on his side after all.
By the time he reached the beach, Robby was grinning. He’d see her again. Flirt again. Laugh again.
Life was good. He’d found Olivia.
“I thought you’d never get up.” Eleni Sotiris frowned when her granddaughter wandered into the kitchen shortly before eleven the next morning. “Are you still not sleeping well?”
“No, ’fraid not.” Olivia yawned. She’d spent most of the night tossing and turning, replaying her meeting with Robby MacKay over and over in her mind. And after re-creating the scene faithfully a dozen times, she’d started fantasizing alternative endings. What if she’d let him kiss her?
She fixed a cup of hot tea while her grandmother sat at the table chopping an onion into tiny bits.
Eleni scraped the onions into a mixing bowl filled with ground meat. “Are you still worried about that bad man? You never told me about him.”
“It’s not him.” That was one good thing about Robby MacKay. He’d completely taken her mind off Otis Crump. Olivia peered at the contents in the mixing bowl. “Is that hamburger?”
“A little beef, a little lamb. Some tabouli.” Eleni peeled some cloves of garlic. “Don’t you recognize the stuffing for dolmades?”
Olivia sat across from her grandmother and sipped some tea. She could lie, but her grandmother would know. “I guess not.”
Eleni gave her a worried look. “You remember how to make dolmades, don’t you?”
“Not really.” It had been years since she had tried stuffing grape leaves. Her attempts had always turned out messy and lopsided.
Her grandmother clicked her tongue disapprovingly as she chopped garlic. “How will you make a proper Greek wife if you don’t know how to cook? What have you been doing with yourself?”
“I went to college. Got a master’s degree. Went to Quantico for training. Been chasing down bad guys.” She gave her grandmother a wry look. “You know, the usual girly stuff.”
Eleni’s mouth twitched. “It’ll take a special husband to keep up with you.”
Olivia’s thoughts immediately snapped to Robby MacKay. He was definitely special. She’d tried to scare him away, but he’d refused to give up on her.
Eleni scraped the minced garlic into the mixing bowl. “I need some fresh parsley.” She grabbed a pair of scissors and headed out the back door to the patio.
Olivia sipped her tea and noted that the red rosebud had opened. After Robby had left, she’d returned it to the vase on the kitchen table. Its sweet scent competed with the onions and garlic of Yia Yia’s cooking.
She wondered how long the rose could last. And how long a relationship with Robby could last. In two weeks she’d be accompanying her grandmother to Houston for the Christmas holidays. And then she’d be returning to her job in Kansas City. It seemed highly doubtful that she’d ever see Robby again once she left Patmos.
She sighed. Why should she let it bother her? The relationship was doomed anyway. She could never get involved with a man she couldn’t read. She would never know if he was being completely truthful.
Still, there were a few facts she could believe. One, he was extremely handsome. Two, she was hopelessly attracted to him. She felt fairly certain that his story was honest. He was a soldier who’d been captured and tortured for two days. That sent a shudder down her spine.
Could he have made up the story to gain her sympathy? Yes. But his reluctance to tell her had seemed real. And the pain in his eyes had seemed real. Too bad there was no computer or Internet at Yia Yia’s house so she could run a check on him.
She was tempted to believe him. She wanted to believe him. If he’d really survived being tortured, it explained a lot: his reluctance to admit that he’d been traumatized. His tendency to be suspicious and paranoid.
It wasn’t surprising that his family wanted him to see a therapist. And it wasn’t surprising that he’d be averse to it. Who would want to relive such an experience? No doubt a big, strong guy like Robby found it humiliating to admit he’d been victimized and totally helpless.
