Love of Her Lives (8 page)

She felt a faint tremble then silently cursed herself and steeled her eyes. “Give it up, Calum.”

“What does your father think of Matthew?”

Her father liked Matthew just fine. Two peas in a pod united in their quest to improve Beth’s financial sense. “You are beginning to irritate me. I’ve been more than accommodating, driving all day because heaven knows, you didn’t offer to. You had to watch your victim. Let’s remember what this is. You kidnapped me from my kitchen — ”

“No. I saved you from an assault. You
were
stuck to your chair, but no matter, I would risk my life for you again.”

She scoffed. “Risk your life? You’re built like a warrior. You dropped Bruce with one punch.”

His expression was full of self–approval.

“You threatened to put me in the trunk.”

“I was only wanting to impress upon you the seriousness of the situation. I’d not have followed through. I don’t think you would have fit.”

He was so not charming. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.” But she did know. It was just like the old Beth, the bane of her father’s life, the Beth she’d promised to leave behind. Impulsive, live in the moment, never look ahead for consequences.

“I’m trying to help you, but I can’t explain the way of it as yet. Can you not feel what is right inside you and trust me?”

Yes, she felt safe for some reason, but that reason remained too much a mystery to be comfortable. “Trust you? Do you have any idea how intimidating you are? It’s not just that you’re built out of stone and outweigh me by eighty pounds, it’s that look you get — you have a way of staring me down with pure sin.”

That exact sinful look washed smoothly over his face.

Beth glared — not charming at all.

“I’ll not apologise for it,” he said. “But I give you my word, I’ll not kiss you until you ask me. I know you will, Beth, and in case you suffer doubt, I
will
bring you to your knees. I’m a man of my word, but you’d best not forget, I
am
a man.”

She groaned, flicked the light off, and pulled the blanket up to her neck.
Tell me something I don’t know.
She’d never met a man who was more man than this man.

Ten minutes later, Beth lay awake in contemplation — her dad’s idea
. I can’t impress upon you enough, Beth, when you’re unsure, spend time in contemplation before you act.
Better late than never, she supposed.

Calum might be intent on saving her from some evil, but she’d not forgotten where he put his hand when he carried her out of the house. A carnal jolt of heat had penetrated her so exquisitely. Her body had never reacted that way to a man.

She gasped
. I will bring you to your knees.
Oh no! She’d followed him like a puppy dog because he’d felt good. The physical thrill had superseded her reason. Just like her mother who’d hardly come up for air between men. What did that say about her ability to steer clear of men–hopping behaviour?

Good thing her rational brain had finally kicked in despite her exhaustion. Come morning, she would be out of there — without Calum. He wasn’t a threat, no way. She would lose him easily. Beth peered over the blankets at the dark form softly breathing in the chair across the room. Sorry, warrior, some other life perhaps.

Calum woke at first light with the room still black as night. He pulled back the curtain to see trees tinged faintly in dawn’s grey then he let the drape fall back in place. As his vision adjusted to the dark, he moved silently to the shower. Standing under the hot spray, he heard a soft sound from the bedroom. Disappointment washed over him, even though he had expected it. Beth was going to run.

He left the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stepped into the vestibule. Her hand was wrapped around the doorknob to the room.

“Don’t you need these?” He held her bra and panties washed clean the night before.

She jumped. “Geez, you scared me half to death. Oh …” She stopped in mid–sentence, mouth open showing him the pale rose of her tongue.

Good. She was still his Bethia. He remembered the effect her near naked, glistening skin had on him. With the woman rendered speechless, eyes fixated on his torso, he stood and silently offered — protection, promise, pleasure — and not in that particular order.

“I-I” She lowered her head. When she spoke, her gaze hit the floor and missed the glint of self–satisfaction in his eye.

“I was going to get some coffee,” she said finally.

“Wait, I’ll go with you.”

She sighed. “I may as well use the bathroom first.”

Standing in her way, he moved only the slightest, so she would have to brush against his skin if she wanted to pass, or ask him to move. She didn’t ask. He felt his blood grow warmer — progress. As she squeezed sideways, strands of her hair, the softest corn–silk, caressed his chest. He halted her by slipping his arm across the doorway. Shifting slightly, he leaned in close, a mere hair’s width between their bodies.

She looked up, rose pink lips parted slightly. He lowered his mouth toward hers, so close to taking her, his mind on a slow, passion–infused kiss. Come to me, he urged silently, careful to keep his thoughts to himself. She moved a fraction then hesitated. Come, Bethia.

She wasn’t ready. He gently brushed her mouth with his then tugged her upper lip into his mouth to taste her with a flick of his tongue before releasing her. By God, it took self–restraint. He ran the backs of his fingers along her cheekbone.

“Good morning to you, lass,” he purred. Then he left her pressed against the door frame. A few moments passed before she moved.

• • •

The Hilton offered a substantial breakfast buffet. Calum piled four pancakes against a healthy serving of sausage and scrambled eggs. His mood had deteriorated as he’d gotten dressed. That encounter with Beth had stimulated him down to his very warm blood. He’d felt every muscle go taut with expectation — except one. Damn. Normally he would have been hard as oak. She’d have felt him rising between them. What if she’d noticed and thought he wasn’t much of a man? What if he was never like oak again? What if no matter how strong his will, he was unable to make love to Beth? A low growl formed in his throat, and he sneered at a man who reached for the same biscuit he’d gone for. The man quickly retreated, sending Calum an equally loathsome look.

Bloody hell. This wouldn’t do. He breathed in to the count of five then slowly exhaled. A calm, even–minded outlook couldn’t be so difficult to maintain.

He walked over to the man and tossed the biscuit on his plate. “My pardon.”

The man’s face wrinkled in distaste as he glared at the biscuit.

No thank you? Be damned then, he thought. Some people were hell to please.

Calum spotted Beth, crossed the small dining room, pulled out a chair, and sat down. She quietly worked her way through a bowl of fruit, reading the paper, while Calum devoured breakfast.

“Oh!” Her fork dropped to the table with a clatter.

He swallowed his eggs. “What’s is it?”

“Meals on the Move is in the paper.” The article trembled in her hands.

“You have meals that move?” He gave the buffet a quick glance. Still there.

While the colour drained from her face, she explained that she delivered lunches to elderly shut–ins twice a week and then related the details of a three–paragraph account. The police were investigating complaints of missing jewelry from homes in the Ashbury area. The commonality among the seniors was that they received daily meals from a community food service that was now under investigation.

“Mrs. Miller mentioned that she’d misplaced jewelry when I delivered her lunch yesterday. How selfish and uncaring can a person be to have robbed Mrs. Miller? The poor lady thinks she has Alzheimer’s. How could one of the volunteers stoop so low?”

“That’s the extent of the article?” he asked. “It doesn’t mention your name?”

“Why would it?” Her gaze dropped back to the paper as she read it once more. “It says the police aren’t releasing any further information at this time while considering a family’s request. What could that mean?”

She gave him no time to respond. “Do you think I’ll be questioned by the police? I will, won’t I? Of course I will; my client has jewelry missing.”

He grimaced as he pictured Beth secured to that chair in her kitchen. “You find the black satchel in your yard, and then jewelry disappears from your customers and the police have a reason to question you. I do not like it.” His stomach clenched like a fist around his breakfast. Beth was not only linked to a crime by the satchel, but also by the food service.

“In your favour you did deliver the money from the satchel to the police and your honesty will be noted. You were surely thought of as a Good Samaritan and thanks be to the powers above for that.”

He didn’t think it possible for Beth to grow paler. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Even her knuckles grew white as she clutched the paper. “I have to phone Matthew.”

He pushed his plate to the side. That irritation of a boyfriend was suspect in his eyes. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

“Listen, Bucko, don’t tell me what I should do. Matthew’s a lawyer. I need to talk to him.”

“You said he was a real estate lawyer.”

“That doesn’t matter — he’s efficient!” She pushed her chair back and headed across the dining room. Her silver handbag swung on the back of her chair. Snatching her purse and a biscuit off his plate, he caught up to her at the elevator.

“Thanks,” she snapped and tucked the bag under her arm.

Back at the room, he held his tongue as she left Matthew a message explaining what had happened and where she was, omitting mention of Calum. He felt intolerably uncomfortable about the whole thing. He’d rather be slashed with a broadsword than think about Beth with another man. Her voice dripped honey when she begged the irritant to return her call. Her senses should be filled to the brim with him, and he should be the one getting honey dipped.

“He didn’t answer,” she said, as if he’d not been eavesdropping. She plopped down on the bed and laid back, her face hidden under her hands. When he sat down beside her, the bed depressed, but she didn’t move.

“Are you all right, lass?”

“Peachy. Do you know anything about the missing jewelry?”

“I do not.”

“So let me get this straight. You knew I might be accused of a crime because … oh yeah, you’re psychic.”

“Well, not — ”

“And this is a much better situation. Hiding in a Hilton.”

“No, I think we should leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Calum. You need to start talking. You got a psychic message when you surveyed me at the door yesterday?”

Would she believe that? “Yes,” he answered cautiously.

“Yeah, right.”

Ah, he didn’t think she’d believe that, but he had no idea how to tell her the truth. He had a story to tell, to be sure, there was no way around it. Perhaps he should start at the beginning.

“Beth, do you believe in past lives? That people have lived in other places, other times.”

She took her hands off her face and gave him an exasperated look. Clearly she’d not been expecting that. “I’ve never thought about it. Could we just focus on this issue please?”

Damn, there was no easy way to say this. “I’m trying. It wasn’t the questions I asked at your door that gave me insight into your future.”

She had her arms crossed under her breasts now. “No kidding.”

“But I did see you in a vision from another place. I saw you in anguish. In prison, for a crime you didn’t commit. It’s related to that satchel of money you found, but I don’t know how it comes about. The reason I saw it is because we are connected, bonded by love, for as long as a millennium, over many lives. It’s difficult to explain how I know it to be true — ”

He watched the whites of her eyes grow, and then she burst out a spray of laughter that had him fairly annoyed by the time she stopped.

She finally composed herself enough to ask, “That is the best line I’ve heard in ages. A thousand–year love?”

He had stuffed their toiletries into a plastic bag while she finished her hysterics.

“We need to go now,” he snapped. “I didn’t come all this way to be laughed at. You’re worse than a child, and if you accuse me of deceit again, I’ll have you over my knee and teaching you a lesson.”

She rose off the bed to give him a full view of the opposition. “Just you try.”

His mouth twitched. By all that was holy, forgive him his carnal lust; he wanted her sweet bum at his mercy. Bloody hell, it wasn’t easy being human.

“Sorry, lass, I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Softening his tone took no little effort. “It’s not so bad, is it? Being here with me, that is?”

A faint smile crept back on to her face. “No, a little weird, but not bad. Listen, I don’t believe you’re a threat, or I wouldn’t be here with you. I’m going to tell
you
a gut truth, Calum. The thought of handling this on my own worries me. You have sincere eyes, and I trust what I see. Don’t take that for anything more than it is. I will stay with you until I talk to Matthew and get some legal advice. I’m not sure if it’s because I don’t feel threatened by you, or if it’s the exact opposite — I’m not going back over your shoulder.”

She wasn’t wrong. He would not allow her to walk away.

“Even though you’ve not been straightforward with me, I will share that I found a business card in the backpack from a real estate office in Quebec City. I think we should check that out.”

“Why did you not mention this before? Give it to me, lass.”

Her fists dug into her luscious hips. “Do not order me around, Calum. If what you meant to say was: ‘May I please have a look at the card to be of some assistance?’ then sorry, you’re out of luck. I remember the name, but I don’t have the card.”

The farther they travelled from Ashbury the better, as far as he was concerned. “We will go to Quebec City.” He opened the door and let her pass in front of him. She might feel the beginnings of some trust, but it wasn’t enough, and until she truly understood the gravity of her situation he would not leave her side. Before that could happen, his Bethia needed to remember the bond between them — the wanting that never ceased. Then she would trust him enough to accept the truth of why and how he had come to her.