Out of Body

“Nice,” Marley said when they were gone.

“That wasn’t hard, was it?” Gray commented. He smiled down at her and felt too close for comfort.

“We can’t just stand here like this,” Marley said.

His eyelids lowered a fraction. Gray Fisher looked from her eyes to her mouth and she knew what she was seeing. All of his thoughts weren’t about missing singers.

Marley wasn’t breathing so well herself. She straightened. “Have it your way. I won’t go to the house. Okay?”

“Great. I’ll get you back to the Quarter.”

Marley thought about Sykes and immediately wished she hadn’t.

“It’s nice the way your brother looks out for you,” Gray said.

Gray had taken to all but parroting her thoughts and this could get annoying.

And the vision of Sykes, be it ever so vague, grinning at her over a nearby hedge set Marley’s teeth on edge. “Stop creeping up on me,” she warned him.

“I didn’t creep.”

“Go,” she told him. “Have you already forgotten the talk we had about the Mentor? That was only this morning.”

“Until I see there really is a Mentor, I plan to rearrange the little house rules. You might need me around, so be polite.”

“I don’t need you.”

“We need each other,” Gray said. “Can you accept that and stop trying to run away?”

She glared at him.

“Where did you get the hat?” he said, screwing up his face to stare at her. “It’s horrendous.”

“I like it,” she told him.

“I don’t,” said Sykes. “And I’m here because you thought about me. Don’t argue.”

Marley ignored this. “I got it from a street vendor,” she told Gray.

“You followed me here,” she said to him. “And I don’t like that idea.”

“I’m not thrilled about it myself,” he said. “But you followed Sidney and Pipes and that made me nervous.”

“If someone inside that house recognizes us out here, it could be unfortunate,” Gray said.

“Listen to the man,” Sykes said, turning on a faint echo effect in Marley’s mind. “He’s got good instincts.”

“You can do one thing for me,” Marley told him. “Take a good look at his face and tell me if you see anything weird. Like a scar.”

Sykes approached Gray and got so close Marley couldn’t see where one man’s face ended and the other began.

She rolled her eyes.

“Not a thing,” Sykes said, gliding back to the other side of the hedge. “Good-looking guy. I thought you were into the ugly, deep kind.”

“Go away now.” It was hard to show Sykes any gratitude when he inevitably managed to get in a dig with whatever he did.

“I’m not going without you,” Gray said. “Get down by the hedge. We’ll be out of sight there.”

She gave him a withering look. “I’m not groveling on the sidewalk for anyone.”

Unceremoniously, he grabbed her hand and yanked her behind him to a disgusting-looking old bike. He knelt beside the thing, pulling her with him.

Gray whipped off her hat and replaced it with a baseball cap he picked up from the ground. When she tried to tear it off, he stopped her.

“I’m exchanging one way of hiding that gorgeous hair of yours for another,” Gray said. “Big black hats with veils get noticed. Baseball caps don’t. Help me out here. I’ve got your best interests at heart.”

“I like this guy,” Sykes let her know. “He’s masterful and that’s what you need. You’re too bossy for most men.”

“You are so out of line.”

“So’s Gray—I heard you tell him that. What’s your connection to him?”

“None of your business.”

“There’s trouble, isn’t there? Do you need my help or—”

“I don’t need your help,” she said and hoped she wasn’t being rash. “Would I interfere in your…love life?” Now she’d done it.

“Love life, huh,” Sykes said. “Now you’ve got all of my interest. I’m sure you’d try to meddle in my love life if you could figure out how.”

“Turn off the echo, you’re giving me a headache. Let’s get back to rules before Gray notices I’m not present—to him. In future you can’t come interfering unless I say, ‘Please come here, Sykes.’”

“That takes too long.”

“Seconds is all,” Marley said. “Okay. Sykes, come! If I say that, you come.”

“Yes, ma’am. Just like Winnie.”

“I don’t speak to Winnie like that.”

“Your brother seems like a nice guy,” Gray said. “He came by to check up on who you were hanging around with.”

She clenched her fists and frowned at the bike. Gray had witnessed the episode that just took place with Sykes? This was horrendous.

“He showed up outside the Caged Bird right after you left,” Gray said. “He doesn’t look like you.”

“Oh.” Marley was so relieved she almost sat on the ground to calm down. “I wonder…I must have mentioned where I was going before I left Court of Angels. Sykes was there.” She wasn’t a good liar.

“I see.” He bopped up to peer over the hedge and she squeezed her eyes shut. If he saw Sykes hanging out nearby there would be more than a few questions. She’d never seen Sykes get violent and didn’t want to think what he might resort to if the need arose.

“I don’t think we’ve been seen,” Gray said.

Marley shook herself. Of course he wouldn’t see Sykes in his invisible mode. She only saw her brother like that because she was conditioned to do so.

“Listen to me,” Gray said. “Closely. I want us to work together.”

He was tough. Every line of his hard face, every solid contour inside his jeans and T-shirt, suggested he was a man other men might regret bumping into if he was in an aggressive mood.

Gray would know how to use his fists. She looked back at him. His gaze never wavered and she didn’t have to resort to reading his mind to know he was willing her to do whatever he asked.

“Sykes?” she signaled tentatively. Would he keep his word and not interfere unless she asked him to?

He didn’t respond.

“You’re very close to your brother, aren’t you?” Gray said.

Marley jumped. “Yes,” she said shortly. She needed a chance to analyze exactly what Gray was picking up from her. Without a doubt, he didn’t know what was happening. Like any new psychic talent, he needed molding and training if he was to gain all the strength he might have.

What was she thinking? He was nothing to do with her—even if he was keeping her kneeling on the sidewalk.

“I’m going to see if I can get into that house and talk to Sidney and Pipes,” she said, expecting argument. “I’ve got to.”

“You won’t be doing that.” He sounded so calm, Marley blinked. He turned all grave. “I’m the one who’s going in. I’ve got an excuse, you haven’t.”

She started to argue, but shut her mouth instead.