These characters originated in the deep, dark recesses of Advocates mind
and thus belong to no one but me.
Copyright © 2001 by Blayne Cooper (Advocate). All Rights Reserved.
Special Notice:This is the sequel to Cobb Island. Although there are no squirrels anyplace in that story, its still my favorite solo piece. I guess theres no accounting for taste. If you havent read Cobb Island, its still possible to enjoy this tale, but you might find yourself scratching your head once or twice. If so, make an appointment at a dermatologist and remember that I told you youd get more out of this story if you read Cobb Island first. Trust me, its mostly painless.
Some Scottish words and phrases are contained within. And since I didnt include any feisty rodents or ugly dogs in the story, I gave you a glossary instead. The giving just never ends with me, does it? <G>
Sexual Content: Its in there. It involves two women. And its steamier than the content in Cobb Island. If youre under 18, please move along. Everyone else is welcome to pull up a chair and enjoy. This story is intended for an adult audience only.
Violence: If its there I dont remember right now. So how bad can it really be?
Language: Yup. English, in case you were wondering. Oh, yeah, there are some naughty words sprinkled throughout the story to assure my quick entrance to hell should the sexual content fail to do the trick. If you dont tell my mom, I wont tell yours.
Acknowledgements: To my beta readers, Midgit, Barbara Davies, and Judith Kuwatch your assistance was invaluable. TN and Stephanie, your feedback helped make this a better story. Finally, Nene Adams lent a much appreciated helping hand with some historical information.
Dedication: To the most underrated and awesome holiday of them all: Halloween. The one, lonely day each year when the line between the living and the dead blurs, when ghouls and goblins lurk in shadowy hiding places, just waiting for you to walk by, and when the chill that runs down your spine just might be more than the autumn breeze. Plus, you get those awesome bite-sized Snickers that contain absolutely zero calories and fat because THEYRE BITE-SIZED. Do I really need to say more?
No one in Scotland can escape from the past.
It is everywhere, haunting like a ghost.
Olivia Hazelwood jumped down from the bus steps and was immediately greeted by a blast of cool fresh air. "At last," she muttered to herself as she drew in a deep, cleansing breath. The air in the double-decker coach had been chilly but stifling, filled with so much cigarette smoke she was sure shed shortened her life by at least ten years on the all night drive from London to Edinburgh.
Liv stepped away from the parked vehicle to allow the other passengers to move past her. Each one was sticking their hands in their pockets for warmth as they waited for the driver to make his way around to the side of the bus and open the luggage bin. A pair of warm hands landed on her shoulders, and Liv spoke without turning around, identifying their owner through touch alone as her eyes sought out their bags. "Remind me why we did this again." A not-so-subtle twitch of her shoulders earned her a slightly exasperated chuckle and a brief, but satisfying, massage.
"Maybe youre just too old for travel, Liv."
"Very funny, smart-ass."
"Tsk. Such language from one of my elders."
"Hey!" Her green eyes flashed, but in good humor. "I wont be thirty for a few more weeks, and thats only " She scowled as she calculated. Seven years? Ugh. "Older, okay? Dougie told you to tease me about that, didnt he?" Shed seen her teenage brother talking to Kayla in the airport before they left Washington, D.C., their heads tilted together in a conspiratorial fashion. "Tell me."
A worried look flickered across Kaylas face. "I would never betray a confidence," she answered seriously.
Kaylas tone instantly stopped Livs teasing. "I know you wouldnt," she assured, patting the solid body next to her with a gentle hand. I keep forgetting she doesnt spend time around people very often. She doesnt always realize when Im playing yet. Liv glanced at her watch. "Looks like were going to make our morning meeting. Though I feel incredibly grungy and disgusting and might offend your client."
"Our client." Kayla leaned down and whispered in Livs ear, "And you always look beautiful."
Liv smiled and reached up to squeeze the long fingers still resting on her shoulder. "Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear." She yawned. "I still cant believe all the early morning flights here were booked and their were no seats on the train."
Kayla sighed. "The airport construction isnt helping. I tried to reschedule the meeting for this afternoon but um apparently our new client is leaving town today and doesnt intend returning until were finished looking around and have some answers."
Liv swallowed. "Hes leaving because of something in the house?"
"Maybe," Kayla answered honestly. She was about to say more, when the driver carelessly tossed their bags on the ground in front of them. "Hey! Watch it. I have a camera in there."
The driver grumbled something obscene about yank tourists as he slammed shut the luggage bin and began marching up the street, intent on having his early morning cup of coffee in peace.
"Who does he think hes calling a Yankee?" Kayla drawled. She grabbed both bags and handed the smaller one to Liv.
Wordlessly, both women unzipped their bags and pulled out sweatshirts and tugged them over their heads.
Liv yawned again. "I bet we get sick." She helped Kayla pull her long, dark hair free of the sweatshirts collar.
"Why would we go and do something stupid like that?" Kayla began edging her way towards the sidewalk, a tiny gleam in her eyes.
Liv shook her head. Despite spending the entire day before on a plane and all last night on the bus, her companion was in an excellent mood. Shes so excited, Liv thought fondly. To anyone else Kayla would have appeared her normal, reticent self. But in a very short time, Liv had grown quite adept at reading her tall lover. Oh, yeah. Shes ready for another adventure. "Youre so excited youre about ready to wet your pants, arent you?"
Kaylas mouth dropped open and she stopped moving so that Liv could move back alongside her. "I certainly am not."
"Uh huh." Liv laughed. "Im excited too, Kayla."
"Really?" She gave her partner a dazzling smile.
"Yeah. But um "
"Youre a little nervous?"
Liv bit her lip and nodded. Working with Kayla researching the paranormal had sounded a lot less daunting when she was back home in the States and not about to face ghosts or spooks or whatever it was they could find. Now she wasnt so sure she was up to the task.
Compassionately, Kayla gazed down at her. "Itll be okay. Remember"
"I know." Despite her underlying nervousness, Liv couldnt suppress a grin. "Mostly good things happen in the dark." She began ticking off her fingers. "And in the morning. And afternoon. And outside. And in my truck. And on"
A dark blush crept up Kaylas neck and she glanced around. She lowered her voice. "Liv."
"Yes?" Liv said innocently, batting her eyelashes.
Kaylas mind went blank for a long second before she remembered something Liv had said on the bus right before they arrived. "Why are we going to get sick?"
"Oh, yeah, because of the change in climates of course. That almost always gives me a cold. Its still a gazillion degrees in Virginia, and we were only in London for a few hours but it already felt like fall there. And its got to be at least fifteen degrees colder here than in London."
Kayla wrapped her arm around Livs shoulder. "True." She smiled at the fair-haired womans pink cheeks and nose. "But Ill keep you warm."
"Im counting on it." Liv hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and pointed toward the crowd who had disembarked from the bus and were all marching up the street. "I take it were going to make like sheep and head this way?"
"Come on." Kayla gave Liv a gentle push. "Weve got time for some breakfast before our meeting. Up ahead is Princess Street and I think Burger King will be open at this hour." She debated with herself for a moment before adding, "You should eat more, Liv. You didnt eat dinner last night."
Livs hackles rose slightly but she knew that Kayla was right. "When Im nervous I lose my appetite. I had a two Snickers on the bus at 2:00 a.m."
"Just as healthy as that burger you ate in London. Ever hear of mad cow disease?"
"Ha ha." But Kayla smiled inwardly when she felt the muscles under her hand begin to relax. "How about I tell you a little about what usually happens at these meetings, and then you wont be so nervous?"
Liv wrapped her arm around Kaylas waist and matched her stride to her companions. She could see a busker standing on the street corner far ahead of them, his bagpipes wailing out into the cool morning air. "Its a deal."
"The Witchery, huh? Cool." Liv used the back of her hand to block the early afternoon sun as she glanced up at the beautiful sixteenth century building. They were at the gates of Edinburgh Castle at the very top of a downward-slanting street called the Royal Mile, home to dozens of pubs, historical buildings, and colorful shops selling tartans, pure butter shortbread, and souvenirs to eager tourists.
Kaylas gaze flicked to the address she had jotted on a piece of scratch paper the day before, then back up at the restaurant. She closed her eyes. "Oh, shit."
Liv stepped closer to Kayla. "Whats the matter? Isnt this the place?"
Kayla winced and nodded weakly.
Just then, a woman in a green silk dress and heels walked out of the restaurant on the arm of a man in a tailored blue suit.
Livs eyes widened. "Oh, shit." She looked down at her own clothes. "Dont worry, you told me. We dont need to change clothes or take a shower, you said." She groaned when another immaculately dressed woman exited the building.
I hate meetings. But inwardly Kayla was pleased she didnt have to dig out a suit and go to the trouble of pressing it and finding suitable shoes. "I could have sworn this address was for the pub across the street."
"Do we have time to"
"Nope." On their trek to the restaurant theyd decided to stow their bags in lockers at Waverly station so they could wander the streets unencumbered. Kayla had sent her equipment and the rest of their luggage on ahead from Virginia but it wasnt due to arrive until that afternoon. She wrapped her arm around Livs. "Were next door to the castle, the biggest tourist attraction in the city. Im sure this restaurant is just filled with slovenly dressed," she sniffed the air, "slightly ripe travelers."
Liv pressed her nose to her sweatshirt. It smelled like stale cigarettes and the faintest hint of detergent. "Like us."
"Basically. But itll be okay." Glen is going to be so pissed.
"Okay." She nodded a little. Liv was going to have to trust that Kayla knew what was acceptable within her own circles. Especially since she herself had spent the last two years in the Peace Corps in Africa, wearing jeans, t-shirts, and boots nearly everyday. "If you say so." But the slight hesitation in her voice gave away her lingering doubt.
Kayla smiled reassuringly and without hesitation bent down and kissed Liv gently on the mouth. She turned her head slightly and pressed her cheek against Livs. "Youve already made a permanently good impression on me, Liv. I have one-hundred percent faith in you," she pulled back and Liv caught sight of twinkling eyes, "with or without clothing. So dont worry so much."
Livs cheeks colored slightly and her heart beat a little faster at the unexpectedly romantic gesture. For a moment she was tongue-tied, and she simply looked up at Kayla, her emotions showing clearly on her face.
Ooo, I did something right. "Cmon." Kayla grinned, obscenely pleased by Livs reaction and glad that she hadnt bothered to think about what she was doing before she did it. Or else I probably would have been too chicken-shit to do it at all.
Kayla pulled open the massive wooden door and gave a handsome young man dressed in a tuxedo jacket, bow tie, and kilt, her name. The man smiled at Kayla, then his brows drew together when he realized Liv was with her. He looked down at the clipboard he was carrying.
Liv began to fidget as she watched the host and Kayla engage in a quiet discussion about something. After a moment, the man smiled and motioned Liv to join them. They were led through a small hallway to a courtyard that was hidden from the street. A long, steep, stone staircase later and they were in a large, well-lit room called The Secret Garden.
"Oh, wow," Liv mumbled to Kayla as they followed the host. "I thought you said this job would require roughing it. Please, make me rough it some more. Next youll be forcing champagne and massages on me, you brute."
Kayla laughed and shook her head, shifting a shock of dark hair over her shoulder. The room was magnificent, looking like an urn-filled terrace. Flowers were everywhere, their heady scent perfuming the air and mingling with the aroma of fresh-baked bread. The ceiling was painted with images from the tarot and included a happy, very chubby cherub playing the bagpipes. "Trust me, this has never happened before. The last business meeting I had was held in a Kentucky Fried Chicken in Mexico City."
They were seated in a corner of the room and given a wine list to examine while they waited for the rest of their party. Kayla looked at the list and frowned. Shed never acquired a taste for the drink. "What do you know about wine, Liv?"
Liv shrugged lightly, relieved that no one seemed to care what they were wearing and pleased that she had a moment alone with Kayla before their meeting began. "One glass makes me chatty, two glasses make me chatty and horny, and after three glasses youll have to carry me out." She smiled charmingly, the gesture wrinkling her nose. "Did you have something in mind?"
"Ale." Kayla grinned and made a mental note to pick up a bottle of whatever wine Liv liked on their way to the B&B after the meeting. Her attention suddenly drifted from Livs face towards the stairs and her grin broadened, showing off even white teeth. Her hand shot up and she gave a wave. "There she is."
Liv turned around to see a very striking woman animatedly speaking with a rail-thin man, who was nearly bald, except for a longish chunk of silver hair that was combed over the top of his head in a ridiculous attempt to hide its shiny surface. He walked with a cane.
When Kayla looked at her business associate, Glen, her eyes conveyed a warmth that Liv had never seen directed towards anyone but her, or perhaps Marcy, Kaylas younger sister. She felt a pang of jealousy that she knew was irrational. Not nice, she chided herself. Youve just never seen her with a friend before.
The dark-haired woman stood up to greet their tablemates. She towered over both of them. "Its been a while, Glen."
"Hello, Kayla." Glen Fuguchi was at least two inches shy of Livs five-and-a-half feet. Her hair was long and a glossy black, pulled back in a gold clasp that rested at the base of her neck. Her skin was as flawless as fine porcelain.
Glen raised an inquiring eyebrow at Liv but quickly dismissed her and focused on Kayla, who she pulled into a quick hug. "What in the hell are you wearing?" she whispered harshly into the ear next to her lips. Kaylas body shook with silent chuckles. "Dont you laugh. Youre here to make a good impression." Backing away, she placed a kiss on Kaylas cheek and brightly said, "Its been too long, Kayla." Her voice held the barest hint of a Japanese accent.
"It has," Kayla said earnestly, oblivious to Glens appreciative gaze raking down her body. Baggy sweatshirt or no, Kayla was a beautiful woman.
The hair on the back of Livs neck stood on end. You are okay, were a helluva lot more than business associates. She fought the urge to wrap her arm around Kaylas waist and growl, Mine. Grudgingly, however, she admitted that that was probably not a very mature response. Maybe later she could just trip her on the way out instead. God, Kayla, Glen looks twelve friggin years old! Shouldnt she be in homeroom right now?
"Kayla Redding, this is Mr. Robert Keith, the client I spoke with you about."
"Mr. Keith," Kayla acknowledged, reaching out and shaking his hand firmly.
The man smiled engagingly as he pumped her hand. His hair shook along with his body and he reached up and lifted his hair back into place. "I cant tell you how pleased I am to meet you. I wanted the best," he puffed up his narrow chest a little, "and here you are, just as Ms. Fuguchi promised."
He looked at Liv who was now on her feet alongside Kayla and waiting patiently. "And you are?"
Kayla mentally kicked herself for her lack of manners. No wonder I pay Glen to take care of this part of the business. "This is my new business partner, Olivia Hazelwood. Shes a linguist from Virginia and someone who is going to be an invaluable asset to this and all our future projects."
Liv felt a jolt of happiness at Kaylas words. It was almost enough to make Liv forgive Kayla for not telling her she and Glen had been involved romantically.
Glens dark eyes widened almost imperceptibly. "Partner?" she said quietly, hoping she didnt sound as surprised as she felt.
She doesnt know? Liv slowly turned to Kayla and glared. You are so dead, Ghostbuster.
Kayla swallowed. "She sure is." The tall woman took Livs hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Fuck.
Liv squeezed back. Hard.
Glens expression went a little cold. "How nice for you. Shall we sit?" She gestured towards their seats.
Robert Keith immediately slumped into his chair with a sigh of relief. He propped his cane against the wall behind him.
Glen and Kayla remained standing. Their faces were impassive but Liv could see by the rigid set of her lovers shoulders that something wordless was passing between her and Glen. Another telepath perhaps? she wondered silently, a little surprised by how quickly she was starting to accept certain things that only days before she would have declared impossible.
Kaylas research, began with the study of her own familys highly evolved set of paranormal gifts. And although the Reddings phenomenal paranormal attributes had been diluted over the centuries, she herself had considerable telepathic abilities.
It was wholly by accident that the women had discovered that Liv too had heightened telepathic skills. Though Liv hadnt even known that about herself. And for whatever reason, each woman brought out these talents in the other. A small part of Liv wondered how much that had to do with the bone-deep, almost innate, attraction they had for each other. She regarded Kayla carefully; the sculpted planes of her face, the sensuous curve of red lips, the penetrating intelligence that shone so clearly in those pale blue eyes. No, she thought a little dreamily. She would have had my heart in any case. But Im still going to kill her.
A long moment passed while Mr. Keith busied himself with the wine list and menu, then Kayla and Glen took their seats and the Scotsman launched into a detailed diatribe. He ended by saying, "I awoke from a sound sleep wi chills racin through my body and saw blood dripping down the bedroom wall in front of me."
Their first course was nearly over when Kayla quietly put down her fork, looked Mr. Keith in the eye, and asked, "Are you on any medication?"
"Kayla!" Glen cried. "Shes joking, Mr. Keith. Truly." Glens voice was sharp. "Explain that youre just teasing, Kayla." She plastered on a smile as she patted Roberts bony hand. "Americans have such odd senses of humor, dont you think? Of course we believe you. Why dont you go over a few more of the specifics?"
Liv went a little pale at the thought of Mr. Keith going into more detail about what had supposedly happened in his house. She subtly pushed away her plate of sweet potato and apple gallette and reached for her water.
Kayla tossed her napkin onto the table. "Glen."
"What happened is clearly not unheard of," Glen said calmly. Her eyes flashed another warning to Kayla while her voice remained as smooth as silk.
"I know its hard to believe, Ms. Redding," Robert broke in, willing to do whatever it took to convince her. He paused for a moment while their dishes were cleared and an enormous plate of steak tartare and fried quails eggs was placed in front of him.
Liv smiled her thanks at the waiter who set down her seafood pie and Kaylas wild mushroom tart.
Glen appeared content to acquire her calories in the form of a very expensive bottle of wine courtesy of their new client.
Livs eyes narrowed. Maybe shes a vampire. They dont eat at all.
When the wait staff retreated, Mr. Keith leaned towards Kayla and with a deadly serious expression said, "I know what I saw. And now, thanks to my blabbermouth cook, so do the papers. It wasnt a delusion," he said, sounding a little insulted. "Im sure it was all a hoax." He waved his hand dismissively. "And I dont want Edinburgh thinking Im prone to hallucinations, now do I?" He jutted his jaw defiantly, as if he had just made everything clear and it was up to Kayla to draw her own conclusions.
Which were that Mr. Keith was probably drunk at the time.
"Mr. Keith is a very respected member of the community and City Council," Glen added for Kaylas benefit. Throughout lunch she had managed to ignore Livs presence almost entirely. Though, to her annoyance, Mr. Keith seemed intent on addressing both Liv and Kayla when he spoke. "His reputation is above reproach and hes hired us to confirm that there is nothing haunted about his house."
"This is a matter for the police, Glen, not me. If someone was trying to frighten you"
Robert shook his head emphatically. "Absolutely not. I intend to open my home as an inn next month. The damage is already done. My housekeeper handed in her notice the same morning she walked into my bedroom and saw me well, in my state of surprise and fright." He looked a little shamefaced, deciding they didnt need to know about his soiled sheets. "When I told her what Id seen, she quit on the spot. She wouldnt even collect her parting wages in person. Her daughter, the uppity thing, said for me to post them to her!"
"An article claiming Mr. Keiths house was possessed by an evil, potentially deadly spirit appeared in the next days papers, quoting the cook," Glen said conversationally, refilling her glass. "Ive already interviewed her and her daughter. Besides Mr. Keith, they were the only other people who lived in the house. They dont have anything to add that we cant get straight from the source."
"Thats right," Mr. Keith huffed, before taking another bite. "And thats why I hired you and Ms. Fuguchi. Ive done my research and know you are both very well respected within the scientific community. I specifically requested you over several other paranormal researchers that Ms. Fuguchi works with. People will believe what you say." And youre young and pretty and would surely make the papers and local news bulletins.
Kaylas brow furrowed as Mr. Keiths thoughts began roughly taking shape in her head. She didnt have a word for word understanding of his mental musings, but she caught snippets and impressions and a few odd words, processing them all in the blink of an eye. Kayla all but sneered at her new employer. News bulletins? Like hell. And why was Glen interviewing the residents of Mr. Keiths home? She didnt work in the field. Ever.
"So you want us to make sure that everyone knows theres nothing spooky or paranormal about your house that would frighten away guests?" Liv asked Mr. Keith, unable to sit quietly by for another second.
"Hardly," he snorted and used bony fingers to smooth down his wool, regimental necktie. "Specters and spooks are a big part of Edinburghs history and continued economic success, Ms. Hazelwood. A few of those never hurt any inns business. And my home has been host to its share of minor hauntings over the years. As is the case with nearly any self-respecting, authentic structure in Old Town." He leaned back in his chair and took a healthy bite of his lunch.
Kayla was happier than ever than she had made arrangements for her and Livs accommodations away from Old Town. Worried green eyes glanced at her in question, and the look on the younger womans face reassured her lover
Liv let out a shaky breath, saying a quick mental thank you. The house on Cobb Island loomed very fresh in her memory and she wasnt quite sure she wanted to relive that experience so soon. But thats what Kayla does all the time, right? You dont see her complaining. She loves her job. And you havent given it a chance. So stop bein such a baby.
Mr. Keith tore off a piece of bread from a loaf that sat in the center of the table and used the chunk to sop up the juices and blood from his steak tartare. He popped the sodden treat into his mouth.
Liv looked down at her food to block out the vile image. Kaylas lips formed a thin line and even Glen began to resettle her napkin in her lap rather than watch Mr. Keith eat.
"But theres a fine line between healthy fun and having rivers of blood running down the walls, wouldnt you agree, Ms. Hazelwood?"
Liv sighed. Her fork was nearly to her lips when Mr. Keith piped up. Her stomach churned and she nodded her agreement, officially giving up on lunch. "No er Im pretty certain that would not be a good thing."
The man grunted his approval over Livs answer and turned to Kayla, who was trying to get a few bites down while he was talking. "I expect that youll confirm the existence of something otherworldly, preferably having to do with the body snatchers, Burke and Hare, or perhaps medieval witchcraft. But nothing evil and certainly nothing that could be physically dangerous."
Kaylas blood began to boil. Glen had some serious explaining to do. This man didnt want a real scientific explanation, he wanted something to put on his brochures for the tourists. She was about to say as much when Mr. Keith added, "Scary sells. Evil repels. And what I saw was clearly the work of something terribly wicked."
Liv and Kayla sat silently in the back seat of the taxi that sped its way down Portobello High Street. The blonde womans forehead rested against the window as she watched the houses and shops fly by. Portobello, which was only a few miles from the heart of Edinburgh, dated back to the eighteenth century and was a popular seaside resort. By the early part of the nineteenth century, however, it had been annexed by Edinburgh and was now considered a sleepy hamlet of the city. A bit rundown, it still had its own brand of charm.
Kaylas eyes closed as she contemplated this assignment and Liv. She sighed. Liv hadnt said a single word since theyd left The Witchery. Not that I have to ask but "Are you mad at me?"
Liv reached up with one hand and rubbed her temple, pressing against the throbbing pain that had developed there. "Yes, but Im mostly tired, Kayla."
Oh, boy. Kayla tapped the drivers shoulder and he wordlessly pulled over and accepted several crinkled bills from her out-stretched hand.
The women collected their bags from the front seat and began walking downhill along a short road that dead-ended at the beach. The temperature had dropped throughout the day, and a cold wind was blowing in from the gray sea, which was visible several hundred yards away. The sun was gone and a blanket of heavy, dark clouds had settled so low to the ground that Kayla imagined she could feel their weight on her shoulders.
Liv adjusted her bag over her shoulder and stuffed her hands into her pockets for warmth. She could taste the salt of the ocean on the back of her tongue. "I never realized we were so close to the water," she said absently. "Tomorrow I think I should buy a jacket. I should have thought to bring one."
"Hold up." Kayla placed her hand on Livs forearm to stop her stride.
It didnt work.
"Hey." Kayla took several quick steps and moved directly in front of Liv to block her path. "Liv, please."
Liv let out an explosive breath and reluctantly stopped. A gust of wind sent her shoulder-length hair into disarray and Kayla found herself wanting to reach out and smooth down fair bangs.
"What?" Liv asked, her frustration from lunch returning with a vengeance.
"Okay." The word was pronounced precisely. She shifted her bag higher on her shoulder and, cocking her head slightly to the side, looked Kayla dead in the eye. "Anything else?"
Kayla blinked a few times. "Uh I guess not."
"Lets go then."
Kayla visibly relaxed. That was easier than she expected. "Great." She scrubbed her face and exhaled a long, deep breath. "Thats great. I was afraid you were really"
Liv silently walked around Kayla and headed down the street, checking the address plates mounted on each of the old Victorian houses as she moved past them.
Two dark eyebrows disappeared behind equally dark bangs as Kayla eyed Livs retreating form. Okay, its not that easy. She jogged until she had caught up with Liv and was padding alongside her. "I said I was sorry."
Kayla threw her hands in the air, her own frustration boiling over. "But youre still mad?"
"It would seem so." Livs voice was flat as she continued to hunt for their Bed & Breakfast, suddenly longing for the tacky but highly effective neon signs that signaled motels back home.
"I dont know what else you want me to say."
Liv came to a sudden halt at the undertone of uncertainty in Kaylas voice. "How about an explanation, Kayla? Why didnt you tell your friend that we were going to work together? Thats seems like sort of a big thing to forget about. And it would have been nice to know I was having lunch with one of your old lovers."
Kayla blinked. "How did you"
"Im not a moron." Liv could see Kayla was painfully adrift. "That made me feel really lousy. Like some sort of unimportant afterthought." Her voice cracked on the last word and she knew that her emotions were starting to get a little out of control. Her headache was getting worse, and she was overtired and hungry.
Blue eyes went round with sudden worry. "I I"
Youre freaking her out. Liv winced. Just talk about it later, when youre not spoiling for an argument. "Look, its not that big of a deal. You apologized. Ill get over it."
Kayla couldnt think of anything to say, so she reached out and slipped Livs bag off her shoulder, rubbing the spot where the strap had been. She slung it over her own shoulder where her bag was resting and gestured towards the pale yellow, three-story home just to their right. "This is it," she said softly.
A tiny smile edged its way onto Livs face despite her foul mood. "Its lovely."
Kayla nodded quickly, eager to grab onto anything positive. "See the little garden." She pointed. "And they have a sunroom around back where they grow herbs and flowers, and a patio right on the sand. The owners are really great too. Ive stayed here several times. Its close to downtown but " She looked around, at a loss for words.
"It feels different," Liv finished Kaylas thought seamlessly.
"Yeah." Kaylas face relaxed into a smile. "More cheerful."
"I can see that." Shes really trying. God, I love her.
Not five minutes later, after a short but warm greeting by the owners, Kayla was turning the key to their room. They were on the second floor and she had specifically asked for the room whose large window faced the beach. She loved breathing in the crisp ocean air as she slept and was secretly looking forward to snuggling up with Liv in the rooms small, but comfortable, double bed.
"Oh, Kayla." The room was decorated in a delicate floral-pattern of ivory and pink. It was cozy and painfully clean, the large windows and high ceiling giving it an airy quality that most rooms its size couldnt pull off. "Its beautiful." And not scary and dark in anyway. "I " Livs words trailed off when her eyes strayed to the bedside table.
Lying across a box of milk chocolates, Livs favorites, was a single orchid.
Kayla bit her lip and waited.
You little sneak. Liv sat down on the bed and opened the box of candy, releasing the delightful scent of chocolate into the air. She all but swooned. Then she brought the fragrant bloom to her nose and sniffed appreciatively. "This was the phone call you made at the restaurant, wasnt it?"
Liv had excused herself to go to the ladies room near the end of their meal. When she returned to their table, Mr. Keith and Glen were already gone and Kayla was just hanging up her cell phone. Shed been so angry with her that she hadnt even bothered to ask what the call was about.
"I guess I mean, yes." Kayla shrugged a little sheepishly. The look on her face reminded Liv very much of a painfully shy adolescent.
Kayla slowly removed the flower from Livs fingers and brushed its elegant petals softly against her cheek, smiling at the pink blush it left behind. "You see Ive met this wonderful woman," she quietly confessed, causing Livs heart to melt a little more. "And shes all I can think about."
Liv fondly ran her fingers through Kaylas thick hair. "Even when shes grumpy and acting like a jealous brat?"
"Even then," Kayla said seriously. "Because she does the same for me." She ducked her head and chuckled to herself. "Im not sure about the scientific reasoning behind it I suspect an evil combination of adrenaline, hormones and endorphins but being in love has caused a serious lack of blood flow to my brain." She looked up, then pressed her forehead against Livs, bridging the already small distance between them. "There was no sinister reason why I didnt tell you about Glen or vice versa, Liv. The simple truth is that she never even crossed my mind. It, along with my heart, has been otherwise engaged. Im sorry."
"Im sorry for not accepting your apology earlier." Liv tilted her chin up and brushed her lips against Kaylas, humming at the little thrill the contact stirred in her gut. "Mmm Youre getting much better at this relationship thingie. Youve got the making up nearly down pat too. And this is really only our second argument." She thought back to the many cross words theyd exchanged on Cobb Island, then decided those didnt count. She hadn't really known Kayla then.
Kayla cupped Livs cheeks, looking deeply into her eyes. "Thank God." She laughed weakly and flopped back on the fluffy comforter, feeling utterly drained. "Are you as tired as I am?"
"Am I still awake? I find that hard to believe, considering how tired I am." A single pale brow arched over a bleary eye, as Liv plucked a candy from the box and began to chew it with exaggerated slowness. "Oh, God, this is good."
"Yes, youre still awake," Kayla murmured. She gently took the box from Livs hands and put it on the nightstand. "But you dont have to be."
Wordlessly, the women undressed each other, trading kisses and tender touches that spoke more of love than passion and tasted faintly of rich milk chocolate. The covers were pulled down and they slid beneath the cool sheets. Bare skin met bare skin, prompting twin sighs as the women rolled onto their sides and Liv snuggled back into Kaylas warm body.
A peaceful sleep stole over them while two mysteries, begging to be explored, waited for them across the misty streets of Edinburgh.
Chapter TwoKaylas eyelids fluttered open. Sunlight was streaming through the window, painting yellow-gold stripes across the comforter tucked neatly around her and Liv. Its tomorrow already? Damn. I guess we were beat. She didnt move a muscle though, instead deciding to let Liv dictate when they got going this morning. Kayla was rarely awake before the linguist, and she wasnt about to waste this precious time when she could simply hold her and think.
So much had happened in the past few weeks. She had gotten to know her sister better and their relationship now seemed like that of true siblings and not girls who just happen to live in the same household as children. With the discovery of the missing family history on Cobb Island, shed been able to make some remarkable leaps forward with her own telepathic abilities. But as important as those things were, they couldnt even touch what shed found with Liv.
Kayla Redding, child genius, introvert extraordinaire, lonely adolescent and lonelier still adult, had actually fallen in love. It baffled her logical mind even as it thrilled her heart and she was torn between jumping up and down like a little kid and weeping. It was wonderful and exhilarating and shed never been so afraid in her entire life. I will not blow this, she swore to herself. I cant. Yesterday was unacceptable. Well, at least part of it.
Time, she decided, was what she needed most. Time to learn how to be part of a team and consider Livs feelings. And that, above everything else, was going to be the hardest thing. In her heart of hearts she wasnt sure she had what it took to really be part of a couple. Shed spent many an hour wondering what exactly would be expected of her and what Liv needed her to be.
Which was funny in a way. Because despite the fact that she was the experienced telepath and Liv was only on the very edge of understanding her own abilities, the blonde woman had quite easily read Kayla from the very start. Liv had insisted that all she ever wanted from Kayla was for her to be herself. But that couldnt be enough. Could it? The concept alone was so alluring Kayla had a hard time believing it could be true.
Liv mumbled something in her sleep, pulling Kayla from her thoughts. You, Kayla smiled wryly, think too much for your own good. Dont be stupid. Enjoy what youve got this very second.
They werent due at the Keith House until later that afternoon. Glen had talked Mr. Keith into delaying his trip out of town in order to hold a lunchtime press conference. Never one to miss a publicity opportunity, Glen intended to announce Kaylas presence and discuss the work she would be doing. Which is why Kayla intended to stay away until well after the media circus was over.
Liv began to stir and blonde hair tickled Kaylas face as she moved. Kayla exhaled slowly. Today would be a good day. She had a surprise that Liv, okay, that both of them, were going to love.
"Mmm." Liv yawned but didnt open her eyes. "I feel too good," she muttered. "It must be morning." She felt Kayla nod against her, then reach up and sweep the fair hair from the back of her neck so she could slowly kiss the sensitive skin there. "Oooo, I think, oooo, " Liv purred like a kitten being scratched, "Id always like to wake up this way." Kaylas nude, warm body spooned tightly against her back.
Kayla skimmed her palm along Livs bare hip and with a slight pull, guided her onto her back. She sank onto Liv, feeling the slight chill of the skin that had been facing away from her before. A loving smile curled her lips and she brushed a tiny speck of sleep from the corner of Livs eyes. "Morning," she husked, her voice rough from lack of use.
"Morning," Liv greeted happily. Her hands slid up Kaylas sides and found their way into her hair. She threaded her fingers through the heavy locks and gently tugged, bringing Kaylas head closer for a soft, heartfelt kiss good morning.
"Morning." Kayla used the tip of her tongue to carefully trace Livs lower lip, listening excitedly for the low growl of desire she knew would follow.
She wasnt disappointed.
Livs heart began to pound and she instinctively deepened the kiss, swirling her tongue around her partners. She could feel Kaylas nipples grow hard against her own chest as their breathing became more ragged with every passing second. They parted briefly and Kayla looked down at Liv with hooded eyes. "You are so beautiful," she whispered fervently. "I love you."
A warm wave of emotion and desire crashed over Liv. "I love you too." She surged up and crushed her lips against Kaylas, allowing all the passion and devotion she felt in her heart to bubble to the surface as she kissed Kayla for all she was worth. A deep groan of approval tickled her ears.
Unfortunately, so did the alarm clock.
Kayla didnt break the kiss. Instead, she began swatting at the box helplessly with one hand.
Liv finally pulled away, laughing. "I dont remember setting that." Her body was still thrumming with excitement and she didnt want to let Kayla go, but the larger woman was on the verge of smashing the clock to bits. She wondered if she should care.
Kayla finally managed to hit the right button and without blinking an eye, moved her lips to Livs tender throat where she began a series of slow, steady kisses down her body.
"Ooo." Liv closed her eyes in pure pleasure. "Thats a very excellent idea." She was suddenly finding it very hard to concentrate on anything but the mouth that was nibbling its way between her breasts. But she did manage to ask, "Who who set the " Liv gasped and arched upward when Kaylas tongue brushed against her nipple, circling it slowly before it was enveloped by a very hot mouth. "Yes . God, thats so good," she moaned.
Kayla propped herself up on one elbow and stroked Livs thigh with her fingertips, smiling at the state her lover was in and how quickly it took to get her there. "Oof!" With a quick jerk of Kaylas elbow, Liv sent her sprawling back on top of her.
Both women burst out laughing.
"Demanding little thing, arent you?" Kayla said as she nuzzled the underside of the breast shed just been suckling.
"You started it," Liv snorted. "And if you dont finish it Ill be forced to kill you and then you can haunt this bed."
"Just the bed?"
Their mouths came together again in a smoldering kiss that lasted forever. Finally, hungry lips began to drift southward. Kayla spoke against heated flesh. "Mrs. Thicke does it for me."
Liv barely heard the words over the loud rushing of hot blood as it coursed through her veins. Her center was throbbing so painfully that she was sure that its pounding was audible. "Who? What are you talking about? She turns you on?" Not another girlfriend!
Kayla smiled. "The proprietress here." Her hand glided down Livs body and languidly traced its curves with loving detail. I could do this all day, she thought contentedly.
Liv nodded as Kaylas thoughts began to merge with hers. It felt vaguely like being submerged in a warm bath. Familiar and more peaceful the deeper you sank. "Yes," she breathed. All day.
Kayla growled loudly at the positive response that rang out clearly in her head, the slickness between her legs a testament to just how good this was. But that didnt keep her from eagerly tormenting Liv by continuing their disjointed conversation. "Mrs. Thicke keeps me from sleeping through breakfast."
Liv groaned in frustration. Her chest was heaving. Using well-developed stomach muscles, she sat up, forcing Kayla up with her. She cupped Kaylas cheeks with slightly shaky hands and demanded eye contact. Swallowing hard at the sight of Kaylas sky-blue eyes gone dark with desire, she said in a husky voice, "I love you with all my heart, Kayla. Dont take this the wrong way, but if you dont finish this right this second, I will!"
Kaylas eyes widened along with her smile.
A pale eyebrow arched. "And dont think youre going to watch." Though the mere idea caused a flutter low in her belly.
Kaylas grin vanished so quickly that Liv nearly laughed. "Threats like that will get you everywhere, Liv." Softly but urgently, their lips met again, re-igniting the fire between them. Livs hands found firm breasts and this time it was Kaylas turn to moan. "I was just checking if um Oh, God. If you were hungry, Liv." Her body shuddered and her eyes slammed shut when Liv rolled her nipples between her fingers and tugged gently. "Jesus um ."
"Yes?" Liv asked in a voice an octave below normal, drawing out the word. "What was that?" she teased, understanding completely how hard it was to carry on a conversation under these circumstances.
Kayla gritted her teeth, determined not to let Liv win what had turned into a playful game of one-upmanship. "Mrs. Thicke sets . Harder is good, too . Yes!" Her head tilted backwards. "She umm ."
Liv laughed again, finding it much funnier to be on the giving rather than receiving end of such sweet torture. Kaylas exposed throat was too tempting to ignore so she ducked her head and began to kiss and suck lightly on the delicate flesh.
What was I saying? Trying to regain a modicum of control, Kayla pushed Liv back onto the bed, pinning her wrists with her hands. She began ravishing the older womans body with a single-minded intensity that might have frightened Liv had she not already been so turned on.
Long moments passed and Livs hips began pushing upward of their own accord, begging. Kayla had regained some of her focus, feeling as though shed entered into a zone of pure enjoyment where her only goal was to pleasure her partner. She let go of Livs wrists and small hands immediately found purchase in dark tresses, stroking gently, encouragingly. Kaylas breathing had slowed as her focus narrowed to the scent, taste, and feel of her lover.
Livs stomach growled and Kayla kissed the soft skin above it, frowning at the hollowness. "Are you hungry?" she whispered. Her lips circled Livs perfect navel and she dipped her tongue inside, causing the smaller womans stomach muscles to contract and release several times in quick succession.
Livs skin was flushed and damp, every nerve ending responding wildly to the smallest touch or breath or . "Hell, yes, Im hungry!" She squirmed helplessly under her partners relentless mouth and hands, her body near the breaking point. Finally, when she was on the verge of pleading or screaming or both, she began pushing Kayla where she needed her most.
"What a coincidence." A determined grin shaped Kaylas mouth and she slid further down the bed and Livs lithe body. "So am I." She draped one of Livs legs over her shoulder and began to nibble the baby-soft, wet skin of her lovers inner thigh, brushing the tip of her nose against the silky surface. Then she turned her head.
Liv cried out. Her hands flew to the sheets and she gripped them in white-knuckled fists.
They skipped breakfast that morning.
It was past 11:00 a.m. and Liv and Kayla were padding down the beach eating the thick ham, cheese, and cucumber sandwiches that Mrs. Thicke had graciously offered them after they had missed breakfast. They were freshly scrubbed and showered, each wearing clean blue jeans and soft, lightweight, cable knit sweaters that Kayla had purchased at a gift shop in Gatwick Airport. Livs was a dark charcoal color that contrasted nicely with her fair hair and pink-tinted skin. Kaylas was a classic ivory crew neck
Liv finished her sandwich first. "Mmm." She wiped the crumbs from her lips with her fingers. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she relived each glorious bite. "That was sooo good."
"I could tell." Kaylas eyes twinkled. "You were almost moaning as loud as this morning."
Liv chuckled in embarrassment. "When I like something, Kayla," she shrugged, "Im not shy about showing it. Im sorry if"
"Dont even go there," Kayla warned semi-seriously. "I love that about you."
Liv beamed at her partner and patted her stomach. "Good. Because at this moment I am supremely sated in every way."
"Me too, sweetheart."
The sun was shining brightly and gulls swooped playfully overhead, flying circles around the woman as they walked, and making frequent detours to the surf to look for fish. The bulk of the tourist season had ended a couple of weeks ago and it was just early enough in the day that Kayla and Liv had the beach nearly to themselves.
Liv wrapped her arm around Kaylas waist as they strolled along.
"I have a surprise for you." Kayla wiggled her eyebrows.
Liv pinched her partners hip. "No torturing me this morning. Im in too good a mood."
Kayla jumped. "Yeow!"
"Spill it," Liv laughed, lightly rubbing the flesh shed just goosed. She doubted Kayla felt anything through that thick denim.
"Would you have any interest in seeing the Cobb family ancestral home?" Kayla ate the last bite of her sandwich.
Liv stopped walking. "You mean Faylinns family home from the history? Wow. That would be great," she said excitedly. "But, Kayla, that wouldnt still be standing."
"It would have to be over three hundred years old, I know. But look around you, Liv." Kayla gestured broadly towards the row of old but well-maintained homes that lined the beach. "It wouldnt be so unusual here."
She was, Liv admitted, right about that. The new buildings in Edinburgh still managed to be one or two hundred years old. Something from the late seventeenth century wouldnt be unheard of. "Can we look in the phone book or"
"Make an appointment to go over and see the place?" Kayla finished triumphantly. "A taxi should be waiting for us back at the Bed & Breakfast by the time we get there." She grasped Livs hand and swung her around in the opposite direction, reversing their course.
The Cobb family estate was about six miles outside Edinburgh proper. And, as in Faylinns day and age, it was still known for its small but well-respected horse breeding business.
The taxi chugged over a small hill and down the winding dirt road that led to Cobb
Manor. They were dropped off at the front gates. The cabby tipped his hat then held out
his hand for payment. "Enjoy your day, ladies."
"We will." Kayla took a moment to write down the drivers cell phone number, promising to call him back when they were ready to leave.
Liv had already ventured a few paces forward and was talking to a young man standing in a small wooden booth at the houses gate. As Kayla approached he stepped out of the booth.
He wore a loose-fitting, homespun shirt, ankle boots, and a pale-blue, red and green check tartan kilt. He was half a head taller than Kayla with full sensual lips that made him look almost feminine, despite his well-built frame. His hair was long and shaggy and tied back with a plain leather strap. In short, he looked like he had just crawled out of the seventeenth century. Only his digital wristwatch gave him away.
Liv turned and grinned at Kayla when she stepped up behind her and peered over her head at the talkative young man.
"You see," he intoned, fully immersed in his role, "the family name Cobb has no tartan of its own. Not every name does. But the Cobbs have a strong affiliation with the Lindsay clan, always have had. They, along with a few other families, used to share lands. And its the ancient Lindsay colors Im wearin this lovely September day." He leaned towards Liv and spoke conspiratorially. "I dont care for the modern Lindsay colors." The young man scrunched up his face in distaste. "Too dull." Then he straightened and squared his shoulders, smiling brightly at Kayla. "Hello."
"Hi," she mumbled a little self-consciously. She hadnt gotten used to Liv starting conversations with complete strangers.
"This is so cool, Kayla! Did you know the house was a historical site where everyone is in costume? Theres a gift shop, and horseback riding and tours, and"
"Nope." Kayla smiled fondly at her excited friend, amazed shed found out so much in what couldnt have been more than thirty seconds. "I didnt know that." She looked up at the enormous varicolored stone structure, complete with tudor-style chimneys and stepped gables. It sat about two hundred feet ahead of them and around the side to the left was walled courtyard. Kayla guessed it contained the Manors garden. Her eyes flicked back to the sandy-haired man who appeared barely out of his teens. "But it looks worth the admission fee."
Liv began digging in her pocket for some bills when the man gasped, "Are you tryin to get me killed?" He looked back to the manor with nervous eyes. "If Mother saw me takin money from family shed blister my backside." He smiled wryly. "Despite the fact that shed have to stand on a chair to do it."
"Family? Im not"
"One of you is Kayla Redding, right?" He looked back and forth between the women.
Kaylas brows drew together and she realized that they were indeed relatives, if only by marriage.
The man continued blithely, "Mother said she and another woman would be stopping by around lunchtime." He privately hoped that the brunette was Kayla. Family, no matter how far removed, gave him the willies and was off limits romantically. The pretty blonde, however, had already sparked his interest and libido. Perhaps shed be interested in seeing what I wear under my kilt? he speculated cheerfully.
Liv jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "Shes Kayla Redding."
"Splendid!" the young man boomed. "Brody Cobb, at your service." He flashed Liv another charming smile. "If youll follow me inside, my mither is waiting for you."
Liv smothered a grin at Brodys eagerness, a little surprised that anyone would bother to look twice at her when they could be gazing at her gorgeous lover instead.
Seeing no other customers driving up the road, Brody quickly locked the door to his booth and pushed open the heavy gate. He extended his hand towards the house. "After you, ladies." Liv walked past him, but when Kayla drew even with him, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. His hopeful gaze darted to Liv. He lowered his voice. "Is she ?"
"Taken?" Kayla arched a menacing eyebrow and spoke in her most serious voice. "Why, yes. How nice of you to notice." Her tone made it very clear to whom the object of desire was attached.
Brody blushed badly. Even the tips of his ears turned a bright crimson. "Uh. Im sorry. I uh ."
Kayla glared at him until Liv noticed that she was now walking alone and glanced back at her in question. The dark-haired woman gave her a little wave, and Liv shrugged and kept walking down the path, eager to see the inside of the large house. "No harm done." Kayla assured Brody, relaxing her hard stare only a little. "Yet."
Mumbling a hasty sorry, Brody darted past both women and began leading the way to the Manor. Family or no, he could tell Kayla Redding wasnt a woman to be trifled with. When he was safely ahead of them both, he launched into his well-practiced spiel about the grounds and the house itself.
"Mother," Brody called as they entered the house. When there was no answer, he raised his voice and tried again. "Mother!"
"Good Lord, boy!" a voice boomed. In walked Sylla Brody Cobb. "Why are you screamin?" She took one look at Brody, noticed his wristwatch, and smacked him on the back of the head with an open hand. "Were supposed to look authentic, bird brain."
Brody rubbed the head sheepishly, but didnt look surprised or disturbed by his mothers behavior. Apparently, it happened quite often. "Yes, Mither." He slid off his watch but kept it in his hand.
Liv smiled, thinking that Brodys behavior reminded her of her little brother, Dougie, and that hed have that watch back on his wrist the second he was out of his mothers sight.
"If youll excuse me, ladies." He bowed deeply at the waist.
Both Sylla and Kayla rolled their eyes. Liv laughed.
"I need to get back to my post." He nearly winked at Liv but thought better of it when he noticed Kayla watching him like a hawk. Everyone in the room heard his nervous swallow.
"Lets sit," Sylla told Kayla and Liv after the women had exchanged greetings.
Liv wondered if Brody was adopted as Sylla led them towards a set of stairs. A quick look at Kayla, who was studying Sylla carefully, let Liv know she was wondering the same thing. Sylla was short, stout, big-boned woman with a big head, big butt and Liv looked down big feet. Her hair was worn in a tight bun and she had a smile her friends would call infectious.
If she had friends.
"I was quite surprised to hear from you, Ms. Redding," Sylla remarked as she began leading the women up a large oak staircase whose wooden steps had been stained a shade of brown so dark it was nearly black. They were on their way to a part of the Manor that wasnt open to the public.
As they climbed, Liv admired the gleaming, openwork banister that had been cut from solid hardwood and stained to match the steps. The scent of lemon wood polish and dust lingered in the air. The house looked remarkably well preserved, and despite its size it didnt have that sterile museum-like quality, rather, it looked like a functioning home, with minor warts and all.
Kayla cleared her throat and made a valiant attempt at being sociable. "Thank you for agreeing to talk with us." She relaxed a little when Liv took her hand and threaded their fingers together, silently praising her effort. "I was curious after discovering Cyril Reddings marriage to Faylinn Cobb. Im afraid it wasnt very well-documented in my family."
"Thats too bad," Sylla said gravely. "Family heritage is a very valuable commodity to the Cobb family."
Kayla bristled at the implied slight. "I can see that. If Im not mistaken, the sign out front set the value at four pounds."
Liv gaped at her companion. "Kayla," she chided under her breath. "Be nice."
"What?" Kayla mouthed silently with all the innocence she could muster. "She started it."
But Sylla remained unfazed. "Och! That wasnt my doin. Were only open three days a week and it was my husbands idea that we wear these costumes." She let out a long-suffering sigh. "It was this or plow under the gardens." She shook her head. "Soulless highway robbers is what those gardeners are. Brody is to apprentice with one next summer. Thank the Lord."
Liv had to smother her laughter with her hand. "Are you built on a graveyard?" she asked, remembering the brochure at their Bed & Breakfast that advertised a pub nearby that was supposedly haunted. "Seems like hauntings of all sorts are big business."
Sylla snorted loudly. "No, dammit. And just our luck, too. Though the tourists do seem to enjoy our home, and weve done quite well this summer." At the top of the stairs the women rounded the corner, and Sylla abruptly stopped and bent over, her new position thrusting her large bottom straight up into the air.
Kayla shivered inwardly and was certain she heard a faint be nice repeated to her silently.
Sylla pulled off her pointy-toed leather shoes and stepped into an enormous pair of soft, fuzzy pink slippers. "No wonder Scotlands population shrank in the sixteenth century," she huffed, straightening. "Im convinced suicide brought on by chronic shoe pain was the likely cause." She moaned with pleasure when she wiggled her toes. "Much better," the matronly woman announced firmly. She lifted her skirts and began marching purposely down the red-carpeted hallway.
They passed the library on their way to the drawing room, Syllas announced destination, and Kayla had to grab Livs arm and pull her the rest of the way down the hall to keep her from sneaking inside. The tall, book-laden shelves sang out to her lover with a sirens call. "Okay, okay," Liv whined quietly as Kayla successfully directed her course back down the hall.
"You can visit the library anytime you like, Ms. Hazelwood," Sylla commented
without looking behind her. "I can show it to you before you leave if you like."
Liv cheeks flushed as she and Kayla picked up their pace to catch up with their hefty hostess. Syllas powerful, rolling gait had propelled her nearly halfway down the very long hallway. "Umm.... Thank you. Thats very kind you."
"Not really," Sylla answered truthfully. "Ill do nearly anything to be able to keep my slippers on." She stopped. "Here we are." With an impatient hand, she pushed open the door and ushered Kayla and Liv inside.
The room was fairly small but had ceilings that easily topped twelve feet. The paneled walls were made of quartered white oak and they framed tall, narrow, limestone windows and a large limestone fireplace whose materials had been imported from England when the house was built in the mid-sixteen hundreds. The furnishings, however, were clearly from the present day and looked as though they had been purchased for comfort more than style.
Liv walked to the window and peered down to see Brody handing out tickets to a young couple with a baby in a stroller. The early afternoon sky had begun to cloud over again and she wondered idly if that was an everyday occurrence in Edinburgh.
"Sit and have a bite. I made these myself," Sylla announced proudly as she plopped down on the edge of a padded sofa. She lifted a silver tray from a stand next to the couch and tugged free the cloth had been covering the treats.
The room filled with the buttery aroma of shortbread, and both Liv and Kayla eagerly accepted a golden bar. Kayla nearly swooned. They were still warm from the oven.
Syllas eyebrows jumped at the sounds of Livs appreciative moans.
Kayla found herself growing aroused at the sound. God, Im a pervert. She shook her head to clear it of naughty thoughts and addressed Sylla. She held up a piece of the cookie. "Do you sell these in your gift shop?"
"By the pound."
"Well take ten," Liv mumbled, her mouth still full.
"Ten?" Sylla and Kayla asked, astonished.
"What?" Liv cried.
Kayla crossed her arms over her chest in disbelief. "Ten pounds?"
"Okay, fifteen, but thats my final offer."
"Liv! This isnt an auction," Kayla complained half-heartedly. Truth be told, all Liv had to do was ask and Kayla would pull down the stars. Hell, shed wrap them in bows.
Sylla almost looked as if she was going to smile at the purchase Liv had made, but instead she nodded knowingly. "They are good," she agreed. "Now, Ive asked my husband to come up and tell you about Faylinn and her adventures in the American Colonies. Hes the real family historian and storyteller. Besides, a Cobb tale is best not told by a Brody."
Liv scooted closer to Kayla. "Sylla, Im sure youd do a good job."
"True," Sylla allowed readily, without even a hint of modesty. "But all the same, Mr. Cobb will be up after he finishes showing that group of Japanese tourists our stables. Weve several bonnie colts this year. But perhaps a short tale first, eh?" Sylla paused, and Kayla could see the wheels in her head turning as she came to a decision. "Kayla," she began, "youve been to Scotland before?"
"Many times," the tall woman agreed.
"But you havent, Ms Liv," she immediately corrected herself.
Liv answered, "No. Though what Ive seen is beautiful. I should have come sooner."
Sylla grunted her agreement and moved off the sofa to a recliner that faced Liv and Kayla. "Then Ive got a story just for you." She lowered her voice and her accent seemed to increase exponentially. "Have you ever heard of Mary Kings Close, child?"
Liv shook her head. "Ive seen lots of things with close or wynd in the name but I"
Sylla waved a dismissive hand in front of her as though she was shooing a pesky fly. "Theyre alleyways between buildings. A wynd is a path with an opening at both ends, while a close only has an opening at one. Some are so narrow your shoulders scrape the sides as you walk. Now " She smoothed her dress. "You know that Edinburgh is one of the most haunted cities in the world?"
Liv looked at Kayla in question but Kayla was forced to nod. That had been her experience.
"Ay, it is," Sylla assured her audience. "Make no mistake about that. And Im going to tell you one of our most famous tales, and why so many tortured souls haunt our fair city."
Both Liv and Kayla leaned forward, resting their elbows on their knees.
"Before I tell you about Mary Kings Close I need to tell you a little about Edinburgh in the 1660s, the decade before Faylinn Cobbs birth. Edinburgh was a growing city, even then. It was also a walled city and the large sunken area in front of Waverly Train Station was Nor Loch, a filthy cesspool," Sylla hissed.
Liv opened her mouth to.
"Tch." Sylla held up an imperious hand and Livs mouth snapped shut. "Im getting to that. Because Edinburgh didnt have much room to expand outward, it expanded upward. And we had skyscrapers seven storeys high and packed with living bodies even then. It was a time before modern waste disposal and the streets of the city served as its reeking sewers. People would dump their putrid waste, human and otherwise, out the windows and let it drain down the buildings and into the street."
Kayla and Livs expressions turned sour.
Sylla nodded solemnly. "Exactly. Imagine " her voice dropped again and Kayla and Liv were forced to inch a little closer. "Imagine, if you dare, the vile stench of a hot summers day. Its enough to turn the strongest of stomachs. Now, most of this foul matter eventually drained down into Nor Loch, the low point of the city, which also happened to be the water supply that was used for drinking and bathing and so on."
Liv shuddered. "Ewww."
"In the year of our Lord sixteen and forty-five, the plague came to Edinburgh. Rats brought it. Or to be more precise, fleas on rats. Rats became infected when the fleas bit them. The vile little rodents eat garbage and human waste; the streets were teaming with them. Do you know what happens when someone contracts the plague, Liv?"
Liv swallowed. "They die?"
"Oh, yes, they die. But its how they die that makes it so remarkable. At first it seems as though theyve caught nothing more then a cold. They get the chills, a fever, and cough a bit, nothing too serious. Until the second day. "
Kayla wrapped her arm around Livs shoulders when she felt her partner grow more tense as the tale progressed.
"On the second day, tiny red dots appear all over the poor souls body. Then they cant hide it. Everyone knows! And they run at the sight of you. Plague bearer! they shout. Carrier of the Black Death! Tumors form in your armpits and your groin, growing by the hour, dark circles ring the victims eyes." Syllas hands flew to her chest. "You begin to vomit blood and your stomach twists with maddening cramps. Enormous, festering boils cover most of your body and fill to breaking point with hot, thick pus. And break they do, sending more disease-filled fluid over your skin, creating more and more boils." Sylla finally took a breath.
So did Liv.
"Then the boils turn black as death itself, and soon your body is as splotchy as a rotting corpse. Thats why its called the Black Death." Syllas tone turned more conversational. "Youve probably heard that term used before."
Liv nodded dumbly, green eyes wide.
"In that year of Pestilence, the people of Edinburgh were dying by the thousands and the dark streets now stank with the foul odor of rotting flesh as well as waste. The City Council tried everything to stem the tide of death. It thought pets might spread the disease and ordered all the citys cats and dogs killed." Sylla sighed. "Of course, dogs and cats killed rats, and without them the rat population swelled and the disease claimed more and more lives. Why" She looked up at Kayla, who quirked a slender eyebrow, letting Sylla know it was time to bring her tale to a rousing end.
The older woman cleared her throat. "Back to Mary Kings Close. Its a dark, narrow alleyway that still exists to this very day. The plague hit the tenements there especially hard. The City Council was desperate. It had to do something or they would all perish. Nearly half the population of Edinburgh had already fallen victim. Mary Kings Close was known to harbor a great many sinners, and had been hit especially hard by the disease."
"You mean Catholics," Kayla snorted.
"Ay, they were mostly Catholic." Sylla shot Kayla an annoyed glance for the interruption. "In an effort to stop the spreading doom, the entrance to the close was boarded shut and guards were posted there. No one was to go in or out. Ever. All this was done with four hundred men, women, and children still inside. Their cries for food, water, and mercy rang out for days and days until finally all went silent. And every single wretched, pitiful soul perished in abject misery."
Kayla frowned at Livs suddenly unhealthy pallor. "Enough," she warned Sylla.
"Fine." Sylla brushed a piece of non-existent lint from her skirts. "I was finished anyway," she said, adding a touch of martyrdom for flair.
Subtly, Liv gave Kaylas hand a reassuring squeeze. "Im fine, Kayla." Liv turned back to Sylla. "What happened next?"
She smirked at Kayla before continuing. "The plague continued, of course. The City sent two butchers into Mary Kings Close and they dismembered the decaying bodies and removed them from their urban tomb. Slowly, the plague burned itself out and then vanished, disappearing just as mysteriously as it came." Syllas voice took on a woeful quality. "But the tortured souls of Mary Kings Close haunt Edinburgh to this very day."
"Oh." Liv rubbed her eyes, somewhat dumbfounded. She had no idea how to respond to that story. "That was an well, it was interesting and"
"Was it really?" Sylla suddenly grinned broadly and Kayla had to use every ounce of her will power not to recoil at the sight. "Wonderful!" She clapped her hands together gleefully. "Do you think I should spend more time on the pus and blisters?"
Liv stared at Sylla in wonder.
But Kayla thought about the question. "No. Id say that was just about right. Some do, some dont. But you might mention that when an infected flea bites a human, it regurgitates a speck of adulterated blood into its victim, passing along the disease. "
"Regurgitation. Excellent!" Sylla looked directly at Liv. "Im moonlighting as a guide for one of our citys many ghost walks. We go right past Mary Kings Close and Ive been practicing my story. Folks do love to hear about ghosts and pus. But best of all, I can wear my Nikes under my costume. Anyway " she pushed up to her feet, "Ill go and find my husband, Mr. Cobb, and wrap up your twenty-five pounds of shortbread. I cant imagine whats keeping him."
"Fifteen pounds," Kayla clarified.
"Right. Thats what I said. Twenty pounds." And with that, Sylla Cobb sauntered out of the room, whistling a happy tune as she mentally calculated the sale.
When she was out of sight, Liv rested her head in her hands and laughed weakly. "Oh, my God, Kayla. That has to be one of the most demented people I have ever met."
Kayla chuckled softly and leaned back. She stretched her arms high over her head. "Id agree with that assessment. And when she smiled ."
Livs whole body shook and she wrapped her arms around herself. "Ugh. I know. It was the most unnatural facial expression Ive ever seen on a human." She exhaled a long slow breath and pinned Kayla with an inquiring stare. "You knew what she was going to say, didnt you?"
"I went on one of the ghost walks a few years ago. It was fun, I suppose, but highly unscientific."
"You sound like Spock."
"The baby doctor?"
"Oh." Kayla unconsciously felt her ears to see if they were too pointy. "Are you calling me a geek?"
"Pretty much," Liv said amiably.
"Okay. I was just checking."
"I just thank God Syllas gross tale was fiction." Livs face twisted in disgust. "That was horrible."
Fiction? Oh, boy. "Ahh. " Kayla chewed her lip. "Listen, Liv"
Liv shook her head. "No, no, no. You listen." She waggled her finger at her lover. "I dont care about the truth. I just dont want nightmares. Im very talented when it comes to harnessing the power of denial. Just ask my high school boyfriend. Now, repeat after me: It was just a story ." She smiled impishly. "And I love you more than a pig loves slop, Liv."
Kaylas eyebrows jumped. "Only if you say the same to me except that you have to love me more than shortbread cookies."
"Dont push your luck."
Kayla burst out laughing. "Ill do my best."
"Thank you," Liv said sassily.
"It was just a story. And I love you way more than a pig loves slop."
Liv kissed her friend on the cheek then nuzzled the soft skin there. "Now isnt this nicer than talking about pus?"
Chapter ThreeLiv looked out the window again. She sighed. Brody was still handing out tickets. The blonde woman moved back to the fireplace and examined the large oil painting of a dog.
All the while Kayla sat quietly.
"Im bored," Liv said, a little embarrassed by how juvenile the words sounded once she said them aloud. Then her face lit up. "Wanna neck while we wait for Mr. Cobb?" she asked hopefully, flopping down on the far end of the sofa then scampering across it to Kayla.
Kayla tapped her index finger against her chin and pretended to seriously consider the question. "What if someone catches us?"
"What if they dont?" Liv countered, her gaze dropping to Kaylas full lips. She inched a little closer to the object of her desire.
"What if they do?"
Liv idly fingered the neck of Kaylas sweater. "They might not," she reminded insistently. One hand slid beneath soft hair, letting the thick strands slide between its fingers before finding its way to the back of Kaylas neck.
Quite without her permission, Kaylas gaze fixed itself on Livs mouth. And refused to move. She licked her lips and leaned forward. "But"
"They wont," Liv promised, closing her eyes just as their lips
"Oh, yes they will," a deep Scottish voice boomed from the doorway.
Kayla flew off the couch, nearly knocking Liv over in the process. "I I " Her eyes darted wildly from Liv to the man.
He began to laugh heartily, the movement causing his bulky form to shake. He held up a placating hand. "No need to get upset, lassies."
Liv scowled at Kayla. "Or dump your girlfriend on her ass," she mumbled.
Aw, shit. Kayla offered Liv a contrite look. "Sorry. I uh." Her mouth snapped shut. "Just sorry," she finally said, wincing. She extended her hand and hauled Liv to her feet.
The mans eyes shifted back and forth between the women. He smiled indulgently. "Hello, ladies. Welcome to Cobb Manor." Like Brodys, his voice was bright and cheerful, but with an even heavier brogue. "Theres no need for introductions," he assured them. "My friends call me Badger. Have done ever since I was a wee bairn. But thats another story." With a confident air, he walked right past them both and sat down in the recliner in front of the sofa. "Sylla explained what you wanted to know. Im only sorry I kept you waiting. "
"Not a problem." Kayla blinked a few times. She wasnt expecting Syllas husband to be quite so old. Robust, however, was the word that came to mind when she looked at him. His clear eyes, spry step, and engaging manner indicated he was in good health and better spirits. Not bad for someone who was easily in his middle sixties.
"Did Sylla, The Sullen, scare you?" He laughed again, low and deep. "Shes been telling that nasty story to anyone who will listen. I personally think its more gross than frightening." He put his finger over his lips. "Shhh But thats my little secret."
Taking their cue from Badger, Liv and Kayla both sat back down.
He looked at them both for a long moment, saying nothing. But Kayla didnt experience the unnerving feeling that often accompanied such scrutiny. It was, she decided, comfortable.
There was a gentleness and intensity in his pale eyes that Liv instantly found appealing and she found herself relaxing. Or maybe I just have a thing for blue eyes, she admitted privately.
Badgers thick hair and full beard stood out against his ruddy skin and were as white as new snow. Even the patch of curly chest hair that showed in the opening of his shirt was white. He wore a kilt and shirt that matched Brodys, and by the way he moved, she could tell he was more comfortable in them than the younger Cobb. A couple of inches shorter than Kaylas five feet eleven, he was sturdily built, with thick forearms and calves and a chest like a tree trunk. When he smiled, Liv couldnt help but smile back. He looked a lot Santa Claus if Santa were willing to go to a local pub with you and toss a few back.
The mans face suddenly turned a little sheepish. "Im sorry for startling you. That was a little mean." But there was an undisguised twinkle in his eyes that kept his apology from being too sincere.
"Apology accepted," Liv said readily.
"Good." Badger nodded approvingly. Every couple had to have a peacemaker. And in this case it was obviously the pretty, green-eyed lass. "I understand from Sylla that you only have a couple of hours before you need to return to town." He pulled his pipe from the well-worn, badger-pelt sporran at his waist and held it up for their inspection. "Do you mind?"
Kayla shook her head. "Not at all."
He grinned and lit it. A few puffs later and the sweet aroma of pipe tobacco filled the room. "I dont know if I can tell you Faylinn Cobbs whole story in just two hours," he warned, closing his eyes in pleasure as he drew in a deep, smoke-filled breath. "She was an interesting woman and I dont like stopping a tale too many times once Ive started." He pulled the pipe from between his teeth. "Stops the flow of the story."
Kaylas worked her jaw. God, is everyone in this family a wanna-be actor? "We could come back," she supplied somewhat reluctantly. "Later in the week maybe."
"Aye, you could tomorrow?"
Blue eyes narrowed. "Maybe."
Liv patted Kaylas knee. She would come back as many times as it took. Assuming she could still walk after consuming all that shortbread. Now that her appetite was back she felt ravenous.
"Excellent! Tomorrow it is then. Now tell me what you already know."
Kayla shifted uncomfortably, feeling a little guilty for even being related to Faylinns husband. "We know she lived in London for a time, but mostly here. At least until she married Cyril Redding and moved to the Colonies."
He continued to puff his pipe contentedly. "All true. Go on."
"Cyril um " Kaylas gaze flicked to Liv then back, where it stayed. "He died under mysterious circumstances on Cobb Island." She was unwilling to accuse Faylinn of his murder despite the fact that she believed thats what happened. "Faylinn, who had recently lost their two-year-old son to a fever, disappeared after that. And was never heard from again." She wondered if her host knew about Cyrils sister, Bridget, and the intimate, if not consummated, relationship she had with Faylinn. If he didnt, she certainly wasnt going to tell him.
Mr. Cobb began choking on his own smoke. "Never heard from again? Och! What crap. Maybe not for a while. But she certainly didnt disappear for good."
"I assumed there was more to the story," Kayla informed him dryly. "Otherwise, you wouldnt have anything to tell us, now would you?"
"No." A tiny smile twitched at his lips. Kayla reminded him of someone he loved very much. "I suppose I wouldnt. All right then, sit back, lassies, and Ill tell you all I know." His face grew serious. "But be warned, this yarn is not some glorified version of the truth, like Sylla spins. This was real. Sometimes its harsh in the tellin." He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "There are folks who might be more comfortable not knowing exactly what happened on Cobb Island and after..."
Kayla looked him dead in the eye. "But we wouldnt be among them."
Liv nodded firmly. "What she said."
Mr. Cobb chuckled softly. "Why am I not surprised?"
The crouched figure worked quietly as she tended the small, smoking fire. The heat wasnt nearly enough and her fingers felt cold and clumsy. She used a stick to stoke the fragile flames and blew at the fires base, trying to feed the flames. After several moments of hissing and sputtering, the wet wood began to burn in earnest, filling the room with the sweet smell of hickory and casting it in jagged shadows.
A loud clap of thunder shook the rafters and rattled windows barely covered by slightly warped, wooden shutters. The endless, icy rain that had pelted the Virginia Coast all autumn continued to come down in sheets, making everything miserable.
The young, fair-haired woman tossed the stick into the fireplace and put her hand on her thighs to push herself up. Still wearing her damp cloak, she wrapped it tighter around her slender body in mute comfort. A mirthless laugh bubbled up from inside her and she was powerless to stop it.
She was, she knew, on the verge of sheer hysteria. In shock. How could she not be? She covered her face with shaking hands to avoid the sight of the bloodied rags that lay on the small table by the bed. Her impulse had been to throw them into the burgeoning flame, but she didnt. The cloth might come in handy later. Still, her stomach roiled at the thought of washing it out.
A quiet knock on her door caused her head to snap up. Hesitating for only a moment, she padded slowly to the door, not bothering to lift the skirts dragging across the wooden slats that served as a floor. "Yes?" she called out warily.
"Mrs. Redding, its only me, Wilfred. Ive some fresh linen from my wife." The door creaked open and a man of medium height, who smelled of wood-smoke and livestock, strode into the room. He appeared to be in his late thirties, with pock-marked skin and a large, slightly crooked nose.
"Can I see her?"
He shook his head. "Not yet." Wilfred Beynons heavy brow furrowed. "Why are you sitting it the dark, Mrs?"
"Faylinn," she interrupted softly. "My name is Faylinn." His manner was rough and impatient. She hoped she could trust him. I dont have a choice.
He nodded once, a little surprised that a woman of her social standing would offer her first name to the likes of him, a pig farmer. The Reddings were a powerful family. Everyone knew that. And though hed heard talk of Cyrils marriage, and how Mr. Redding came to own Cobb Island, hed never actually seen Cyrils young wife before today. He studied Faylinn carefully, and wondered how such a miserable man had managed to take such a pretty bride.
"Im Will then." He quirked an eyebrow remembering their mostly unpleasant encounter of a few minutes earlier. "We were never really introduced." He pulled hard and the swollen shutters closed more tightly, stopping the rain from draining down the wall. "Damn things." He pulled a large, cold torch from its holder and lit it in the fireplace before sliding it back into place. "We dont have call for many guests, so I dont come in here often. I didnt know the wood box was bein rained on. I know its not what a lady like you is used to"
Faylinn held up her hand. "Please. Its more than I could have hoped for." Her eyes strayed to the door. "Thank you," she added absently.
He frowned at the slight brogue that peeked out from beneath her upper-class English accent. "Scottish, are ya?"
"Yes " She gave her head a little shake. "Well, no, not technically, I suppose. I was born in London." Faylinns eyes never left the door.
"Good." He crossed his massive arms over his chest. "Theyre drunkards and thieves, the lot of them."
Faylinn pushed damp blonde bangs off her forehead. "No theyre not," she disagreed gently. "I spent most of my childhood in Edinburgh and my" She was about to say family but her mind flooded with images of the son shed recently lost and she felt a stabbing sensation in her guts. Oh, God.
Will continued to stare at her, wondering if she was going to continue.
After a full minute, Faylinn swallowed and muttered, "My people are Scots, Mr. Benyon."
"Too bad." He unceremoniously yanked the dusty quilt from the narrow bed and stripped the old linens. "I was born in Radnorshire myself, but have been here in the colonies for nearly twenty years. Virginia for the past five, after I worked off my indenture," he said proudly. He debated his words for a moment then pointed a thumb at his chest as he worked. "My life is my own now." He finished tugging on the clean sheets. "Its a wonderful thing to be free."
Faylinn turned her head very slowly until her eyes locked with his. In an instant she knew that he knew, and the blood drained from her face. Her heart began to thump wildly and she stumbled backwards a step. "I I "
He smiled reassuringly. "If youre running away from Cyril Redding, even though hes your lawful husband, youll get no censure from me. Its Gods place to judge. Not mine."
Faylinn exhaled shakily. He doesnt know about Cyril then.
Wills face darkened. "But what he did to his own kin, to his own sister. " He spat into the fire as though merely talking about Cyril had left a vile taste in his mouth. "The filthy, no good " He suddenly stopped and realized who he was talking to. A contrite look transformed his features to those of a child about to be scolded. "If youll pardon my blunt words, maam."
"No need to apologize. Its not as though I havent thought worse myself," she admitted honestly before her attention turned back to the door.
Will wished that his wife was in the room with this girl instead of him. She would be even worse at this than he was. But, then, that would be his wifes problem, wouldnt it? "Ill be back soon."
He took a step to leave but feared the girl would drop dead from fretting and holding her breath as she watched the door. Approaching her slowly, he slid the wet cloak from her shoulders and carefully hung it to dry on a hook near the fireplace. "Sit." He pointed to the stool that stood near to the flames. "And dry off before you catch your death." He softened his normally gruff voice in an attempt to ease the young womans worries. "Ill come for you as soon as I know anything. Its in Gods hands now."
On his way out of the room, Will grabbed the blood-soaked bandages, grunting his approval of the fact that Faylinn hadnt burned them. Cloth could be re-used.
Faylinns mind was spinning. She barely heard the sound of the closing of the door. She clenched her fists in frustration, digging short nails into her palms. "Send me away like a child," she muttered to herself. "Of all the stupid ."
Ignoring Wills instructions, she stalked past the stool to the bed and stripped off her sodden, torn skirts, blouse, petticoat, and shoes, letting them fall to the floor. She peered down at her sleeveless shift and gave a passing thought to taking it off as well. It was wet and itched, but, with a small shake of her head, she decided against it. She didnt know these people. And just because they seemed kind, didnt mean that they were. Her lips formed a thin line. Shed learned that lesson on her wedding night.
Her body trembled when the cool air hit the bare skin of her arms and she rubbed her hands up and down them briskly, trying to chase away the goose bumps. "I shouldnt be in here." Faylinns heart felt as though it was trapped in a vise. "I cant help in here," she anguished. She stood there, listening to the rain, wind, and the constant hum of muffled the voices. The urge to bolt from the room was nearly overwhelming. But she continued to wait. Numb.
Green eyes flew open and her sagging head snapped up. She was falling asleep standing up. Slightly disoriented, she climbed into bed and snuggled down beneath the thin quilt, sinking deeply into the straw mattress, shivering.
Faylinn closed her eyes tightly. They still burned from the sting of salty seawater. How we made it here from the island in this weather Ill never know. Shed had to row the entire way herself.
Wills words repeated in her mind. Its in Gods hands. She exhaled raggedly, her entire body aching with a bone-weary exhaustion the likes of which shed never known. Maybe if I sleep, the time will pass more quickly and everything will be all right. Her heart lurched, and she pulled the musty quilt up to her chin, saying a prayer to the God
she wasnt sure existed at all. Not for herself, but for someone she loved.
Her last thoughts before she drifted into a deep slumber were of Bridget and the amazing happenings of Cobb Island. Had it all happened in the past two days? It seemed like weeks. She drifted back, hazy images running together in her mind .
Banging furiously on the bedroom door. "Judith! Where have they taken Bridget? Where, Judith? Dammit! Open the door! Please!"
The sound of a bolt being thrown and the door opening slowly. The guilty, frightened eyes of her stepdaughter causing her blood to run cold. "Shes to be executed as a witch."
Feeling dizzy. Sick. "Wh What?"
"Youve got to hurry. You dont have much time. Shes at the cliffs on the other side of the island. Run, Faylinn."
A frantic ride on a high-strung, white stallion, through the pouring rain Thunder booming and the sky opening up all around her.
Seeing her. Shock. Theyre going to burn you at the stake? A flash of lightning showing marred, bloody flesh and weary blue eyes, one nearly swollen shut. My God, Bridget, what have they done to you?
Flying into her arms
The only kiss that ever mattered.
Pressing a sharp dagger into her hands. "Please live!"
A timeless moment. I love you! being screamed louder than the rolling thunder, without a single word being spoken.
The cliff? She cant Not for me. Not for anything! Dont, Bridget. "No, Bridget. Nooo!!"
Faylinn bolted upright and the quilt and rough linens pooled at her waist. Her heart was pounding. "My God." She lifted a shaky hand to her face and willed herself to start breathing normally.
Once shed caught her breath, green eyes shifted sideways. The fire was still burning brightly and had managed to knock the chill out of the air. By the looks of the torch on the wall, she couldnt have been asleep for more than an hour or two.
Her head was still throbbing but she wasnt as miserably cold as shed been earlier. I just have to be patient, she chanted inwardly. I could have stayed and helped I could do do something. She laid back down in a huff but soon her eyelids began to grow heavy.
Giving in to the insistent demands of her body, she tightened her grip on the covers, wishing she could disappear beneath their safety. Nothing could touch her there, she knew. Her mother had promised her. You were right, Mother. The monsters didnt get me.
Faylinns hazy mind roamed freely as her grip on the bedding loosened.
Soon she was softly crooning a lullaby to her son, smiling at his sleepy face. Then she was laughing with Bridget on the shore as a large, unexpected wave washed over them as they dug for clams. In the blink of an eye, the surf at Cobb Island was replaced by the rocky beach of the mainland. "Just a little further. God, wont this rain ever stop? Wait. A farm?" Squinting through the pouring rain. "Yes, thats smoke from the houses chimney. Keep walking. Move!"
"Bridget," she muttered fuzzily as the spare room that had been built onto the Beynons barn faded into another room... a secret place hidden deep within the walls of the house on Cobb Island.
Cyril jerked open the door and stared dazedly at his bride, who, after several years marriage, was still just shy of twenty. "My son is dead," he garbled, his sword clanking against the furniture as he staggered around the room.
"How nice of you to finally notice," Faylinn shot back coldly. She couldnt stand the sight of him and turned away in disgust.
Cyril laughed without a hint of humor as he drew his blade, the sound of ripping fabric mixing with his words as he wildly slashed apart the beds expensive canopy. "No longer resigned to your fate, I see. What a pity. I rather preferred you with your mouth closed."
He quickly grew bored and let his sword fall from his hand onto the bed.
"How nice of you to finally notice. Now come here," he commanded, his voice dripping with anger.
Faylinn stood her ground, not moving an inch, leveling such a brutally cold stare on the man shed come to despise that he actually took a step backwards. He cocked his head to the side and regarded her in utter silence, seeing something he hadnt thought the girl capable of a hatred so pristine in its form that his drunken mind could only marvel at its perfection.
Then the room exploded into shouting.
Cyrils face contorted in rage. His eyes bored into Faylinns and she could see, even beneath the drink, hed already gone mad. "Shut your mouth, bitch!" He nearly fell when he lunged for her, but she managed to evade his grasp. With effort, he straightened, flinging his long black curls over his shoulder. "I will have a male heir," Cyril slurred harshly.
Faylinn began to laugh. Then she couldnt stop. Bridget was dead. Her son was dead. She had nothing to lose. Everything she cared about was gone. Everything .
Cyril took another step towards her and she suddenly quieted. An icy rage filled her, sweeping away her anguish and cutting through her hysterics. "I will die before I sleep with you, you murdering pig! I would sooner lay with Lucifer himself. You can go straight to" Her words were cut off when a large, cold hand wrapped around her throat and her head was slammed back against the wall. Bright stars invaded her vision and her knees buckled.
Cyril thrust himself against her, pinned her slumping body to the wall with his hips and grabbed her by her wrists. "I thought I told you to shut up!"
Faylinn closed her eyes and jerked her face away from his harsh breath. Fuzzily, she could feel his excitement growing; pressing into her lower abdomen. She began to fight frantically as her stomach churned.
"Did you fight my sister like this, slut? Did she enjoy it?" Cyril grunted against her neck. His voice dropped to the quietest of whispers and he pressed his mouth to her ear so that his thin mustache tickled her. "The way Ive always enjoyed it." Then, on impulse, he dragged his tongue from her ear to the base of her throat, where he placed a sloppy, vicious kiss.
Her vision instantly cleared and she hissed in pure revulsion, her entire body convulsing. "Get... get off me." She brought her knee up hard, slamming it into Cyrils swollen groin and sending him down on one knee, his eyes bulging in agony.
Spittle flew from his mouth and his chest heaved as he fought to stay conscious. A low groan that began in his chest spilled out, making him sound like a wounded beast. He choked back his own vomit.
Faylinn made for the door but a hand shot out and grabbed her skirts as she tried to bolt past him. The sudden stop tore the material grasped in his fist and sent her sprawling to the ground. Then she was back in his arms as he yanked her up by her hair and pulled her close. She struggled wildly, pawing and kicking. Faylinn could smell the rancid odor of liquor mixed with stomach acid on his breath and he forced his mouth onto hers, ramming his hot tongue between her lips and making her gag.
The door flew open and the world stopped as Cyril whirled around to see who had interrupted his pleasure. For several seconds no one dared even breathe.
"Oh, my God!" Faylinns eyes went as wide as saucers and she staggered forward several steps. She blinked rapidly, part of her wanting to clear away the beautiful, ghastly vision before her, the other part deathly afraid that if she did, her heart would shatter all over again.
Standing in doorway, the outline of her tall, imposing form unmistakable even in the dim light, was Bridget Redding. Her thick, drenched hair was matted with mud and blood and hung wildly about her shoulders, several tangles sticking to her blood-streaked cheeks and neck. Her filthy clothes hung from her tall frame in tatters and skin that normally radiated a healthy glow was an eerie, chalky white.
Cyril gaped as his mind reeled. This couldnt be happening. She was already dead! "Die, bitch!" he howled insanely, his voice unnaturally high as he dove for his sword.
In a wide arc, Cyrils blade slashed towards Bridget. He was drunk enough to be uncoordinated, but still had the wherewithal to be deadly. His strike missed her by a hairsbreadth when she flung her body sideways. He cried out in frustration, swinging erratically and striking the walls and furniture in his attempts to obliterate his sister.
Bridget ducked the next blow, feeling the quick whoosh of air against her head as the sword whizzed over it. Her jump from the cliff and the days of beatings shed endured before it had left her body shattered and weak. Every movement caused a fiery bolt of pain in her belly as her guts twisted sharply. Her left arm hung crookedly at her side, useless. And blood still sluggishly leaked from the cuts that peppered her broken body, its salty warmth soaking into her stinking clothes.
It was only a matter of time before Cyril got lucky.
Then several things happened at once.
Bridget slipped on the spot where Cyril had spat earlier. She hit the floor with a solid thump, too tired to even cry out.
Her brother smiled wickedly and raised the sword high overhead for the killing blow.
Faylinn howled, "Nooo!" and without thought, bolted across the room to put herself between the blade and Bridget.
As the sword sped towards Bridgets head, the tall woman pulled the dagger Faylinn had given her on the cliff from the folds of her cloak. She lunged upward with the last of her energy, thrusting with all her might just as Faylinns body collided with Cyrils and knocked the blade from his hand, sending it clattering to the floor.
His gray eyes went impossibly wide and he groaned piteously at the sight of his own knife, protruding from his chest, a dark stain blossoming on his white shirt. Then he looked down at Bridget and smiled. He opened his mouth to say something but instead of words came a thin trickle of crimson blood.
He crumbled to the floor.
Bridget shakily stood, falling backwards several steps as spots swam before her eyes. She looked up into Faylinns fear-filled eyes and slowly extended a trembling hand.
Faylinn felt her heart clench painfully in her chest. She put her hand over her quivering lips as she choked back a sob. But it was no use. There was no stopping the outburst of raw emotion that sprang from her grief mixed with overwhelming joy and relief. The blonde woman rushed across the room, flying into Bridgets waiting embrace. "Youre not a ghost," she cried softly, her words muffled by Bridgets damp cloak. Hot tears coursed down her cheeks as she wept. "Youre alive." She clutched at the taller woman helplessly, still unwilling to believe what was before her eyes in her arms.
"Im here," Bridget pressed her cheek against Faylinns fair hair. Her heart threatened to pound out of her chest and she was shaking. I must think, she told herself desperately. I cannot fall apart now or pass out.
A wave of dizziness assaulted her and Bridget grabbed Faylinns hand. She took a moment to press it to her lips, then pulled her out of the room, stumbling a little. She consciously didnt look back at the body lying in the center of the room, its lifeless, gray eyes glittering dully in the candlelight.
There was no time to lose.
They limped down the dark corridor and turned several corners before stopping. "Weve got to hurry. Elizabeth " Bridget paused, a stabbing pain in her belly robbing her of speech.
"What is it?" Faylinn worriedly grabbed Bridgets twisted arm, and the dark-haired woman bit her lip and moaned, her eyes widening. Faylinn yanked her hand away as though it had been burned and took just a second to examine Bridgets arm, then her face. She felt compelled to state the obvious. "Youre hurt." Badly hurt, her mind whispered.
Bridget nodded quickly. "I know. Theres something wrong " she laid her good hand across her midsection, "inside "
Panic tinged Faylinns eyes. "Lets go back. Afia"
"No," Bridget cut her off. "She cant know what happened. Afia she must know nothing or surely that evil brat Elizabeth will read her mind. The less the slaves know the better. For their own safety."
"Come away with me " Bridget pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. "Off the island. Away from this place forever I I "
Faylinn placed two fingers gently against Bridgets cracked lips. "Anywhere. Anywhere as long as were together."
Bridget swallowed hard. "We wont have money or"
"Ill have everything I need," Faylinn interrupted seriously. She wrapped Bridgets arm around her shoulder for support again, needing to do something to help. "I cant believe youre here. I must be dreaming," she whispered.
Bridget clenched her teeth at the shift in positions, but was instantly grateful to have something to lean against. She quickly assured Faylinn that her presence was very much real and then warned, "But we need to go. Not in a few days or hours, but now, before everyone awakens."
"Ill get my cloak." Faylinn made a quick inventory of the jewelry she could stuff in her pockets while in her room. Theyd need to sell it.
"Good idea. Im afraid its raining." Her words were full of regret. "Im sorry youll get wet." Bridget smiled weakly and Faylinn burst into tears again.
"I dont care about the weather, Bridget!" she sobbed. "Youre alive." But Faylinn knew Bridgets injuries were serious. She could feel the heat pouring off the taller womans skin and was unerringly reminded of Henry and the fever that had so recently stolen his life. She closed her eyes tightly, increasing her hold on Bridget, refusing to let her go.
The younger womans grip grew desperately tight.
"Faylinn," Bridget repeated patiently. "We have to go, dearest. And it must be now."
Faylinn sniffed and wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. "Yes. You need a physician."
The blondes tone was unyielding. "That wasnt a question, Bridget. I wont lose you again. We can pay for his silence."
Bridget nodded, choosing not to argue with Faylinn at this moment. The nearest physician was a half-day by boat. They would never make that in this weather. She pressed her lips into Faylinns soft blonde hair. "I do love you."
Faylinn looked up and gave Bridget a hopeful, watery smile. "And I you." But as confident as the words were, Bridget could hear the fear behind them.
"It will be all right," she cooed, her fingers stroking the soft, damp skin of Faylinns cheeks.
Faylinns throat closed tightly and her jaw worked several times before she could speak. She allowed her need to show in her voice. "It has to be," she whispered.
And the women disappeared into the darkness.
Faylinn began to stir as a faint noise that lingered just outside her consciousness grew louder and louder until finally it was a pounding. Dazedly, she sat up, and glanced at the shaking door. "Yes?" she called warily, not at all sure that she was ready for the news she would hear.
"Faylinn, are you decent?" It was Will Beynon. The door began to open.
"Wait." Her eyes darted to the pile of soaking, dirty clothes on the floor. "My clothes, they"
The door creaked open again, but only enough for a hand holding a pair of dark-gray trousers and soft, russet-colored cotton shirt to appear. "You wont be wanting to put back on your wet skirts, I suspect."
A gust of wind rattled the shutters.
Sick with fear, Faylinn rushed across the floor and grabbed the clothes, holding them up to herself to cover her nearly naked body. The door closed and she spoke through it. "Thank you. Can I see her now? Please, Will!"
"As soon as youre dressed Ill bring her in. I didnt think a small thing like you could wear my Katies spare dress. So I brought these. They were our sons." Wills tone was nostalgic. "He was tall but slender as a reed. They should ."
Faylinn didnt even hear the rest of what he was saying. She discarded her shift and quickly tugged on the oft-mended cotton shirt; its long tails hung to her knees. Next were a pair of mens woolen knee-britches that came to her ankles and had thick leather patches sewn on both knees. It took her a moment to push the long shirttail into the waist of the pants.
Shed never worn mens clothing before, except for a wide-brimmed hat that Bridget had loaned her for riding on sunny afternoons. But even then, shed only dared wear it when she was well away from the house and Cyrils judgmental eyes. She ran her hands down her thighs out of pure habit, the way she always did with her dresses. "Come," she called hastily, stepping away from the door.
Faylinn heard a grunt and the shuffle of feet before the door swung open and in came Will, breathing heavily as he hefted Bridgets limp form. She was naked save for a thick coarse, blanket that carried with it the scent of horseflesh.
Faylinn stared at Bridget in shock and her hand froze on the shirtsleeve she was rolling up. The last time shed seen Bridget she was conscious and cursing. "No, no, no." Faylinn shook head erratically. She cant be! "Shes not," she stopped when her throat closed around the words and the blood drained from her face.
"Shes only sleeping," Will assured her. He carefully laid Bridget on the bed, taking great care not to jostle the arm that was sporting a splint made from what looked like two sawed off floor boards.
Correctly interpreting Faylinns pasty face he said, "Dont throw up again. Ill not clean it up twice in one night." The words were gruff and he was still a little angry that his wife had refused to help clean up that particular mess.
Faylinns cheeks colored as she was reminded of exactly why shed been banished to the back room despite her vehement protests. Shed plainly told Will to go to hell, that she was staying with Bridget. But when Wills wife, Katie, had threatened to turn Bridget out into the rain unless Faylinn let her check her injuries in peace, she agreed to go quietly, though the separation, especially now, had torn at her soul. "Im sorry about before." She couldnt meet his soft, dark eyes. "I well ."
Will shrugged good-naturedly. "No harm done. If Katie didnt call me a worthless bastard at least once a day I might think Id come home to the wrong house." Now it was Wills turn to be embarrassed. "Im sorry for accusing Bridget of being a ghost. I saw her at an auction last spring and shes not the sort of woman a man is likely to forget. Yesterday, some sailors in Their Majesties Royal Navy spoke of her trial for witchcraft and the sentence, and how before they could execute her she " he stopped, sensing the young womans growing distress.
Jumped, Faylinns mind supplied sullenly. She wouldnt have believed it herself if she hadnt seen the nightmare come to life before her very eyes. But she couldnt think of Bridgets death. Not now. Not when that was still so close to being true. "It appears shes not as easy to kill as theyd hoped," Faylinn said quietly. "When I first saw her I thought she was a ghost too." Come to haunt me.
Will smiled sympathetically at Faylinn and found himself liking her, despite the fact that shed been married to that slave-running son of a bitch, Cyril Redding. Or maybe it was just the way she looked in his sons clothes.
Glassy green eyes fixed on Bridgets face. "She looks so pale." Will fetched the torch from the wall and brought it closer to the bed so Faylinn could examine her friend. The flickering glow from the flame cast distorted shadows across Bridgets face, deepening the already angular planes and making her appear gaunt. The light highlighted in sickening detail the recent abuse shed suffered.
Swallowing hard, Faylinn dropped to her knees at the head of the bed and took Bridgets hand in hers. She gently rubbed the small calluses at the base of long fingers. Her frown grew more severe when she noticed a jagged cut just below the dark-haired womans collarbone. The wound disappeared behind the roughhewn blanket.
Curious, Faylinn peeled back Bridgets blanket, deciding it was foolish to be modest in front of Will, who, with his wife, had cut away Bridgets clothes and tried to treat her wounds.
"Do you think it would hurt her if I take these off for a moment?" She gave a small tug to the linen bandages that were wrapped loosely around Bridgets upper body. "Just so I can tighten them?"
Will scratched his jaw. The bandages had come loose when hed carried Bridget in. He wasnt going to fiddle with them until they needed changing. But he found himself unwilling to deny Faylinns request. "I dont suppose it will do any harm. The bleeding has mostly stopped." He visibly shivered. "But its not a pretty sight."
"No. I dont suppose it will be," Faylinn agreed grimly. Carefully she slid gentle hands under Bridgets shoulders and undid a small knot.
Will brought the torch closer and Faylinn gathered up the last of the cloth. Her eyes went round and her hands formed trembling fists as she saw for the first time the brutal price Bridgets body had paid for Cyrils deceit. "Sweet Jesus," she muttered, her stomach clenching painfully despite Wills earlier warning.
Cuts and scratches criss-crossed Bridgets breasts and shoulders. Several so deep theyd required sewing. The stitches were crudely done, but Bridget had been wiped clean and even the small wounds showed signs of care. "Thank you," Faylinn said again, wishing there was more she could say that would convey her heart-felt gratitude.
Green eyes were drawn to a small cut in the valley between Bridgets breasts. It had jagged red streaks shooting from it and oozed an unhealthy discharge. Faylinn sighed. Infected. But more troubling still, was a black and purple bruise that covered Bridgets entire abdomen. She laid a hand atop the mottled, swollen, flesh, finding it hot to the touch. Her heart sank. Even Faylinn knew enough to know Bridget was bleeding inside. A dark rage grabbed hold of her and shook her to the core. I should have run you through myself, Cyril, you bastard!
Faylinn felt more tears coming and she bit her lip to ward off their flow.
Wills tone softened and he felt a stab of pity for this slip of a girl in his sons old clothes. "Take heart, Faylinn. Shes not dead yet." At least, not yet. "She looks like a strong one. She was heavy as a sow."
Faylinn blinked at Wills choice of words but chose not to comment. Wordlessly, she re-wrapped the bandages, putting the knot on top this time so Bridget wouldnt be lying on it. She handed Will back what she suspected was a horse blanket and maneuvered the quilt until Bridget was safely underneath. "How could someone do this to you?" She hadnt realized shed said the words out loud until Will answered her.
"So she would confess to bein a witch, of course," he supplied conversationally. "Those cuts on her chest and shoulders were no accident. As for the scratches, who knows." He drew his thick eyebrows together in contemplation. "Looks like she fought with a tree or a bobcat."
"Or a cliff." Her voice was the barest of whispers as she swept a tangle of dark hair off Bridgets forehead. She let her fingers linger in the soft but dirty hair. How could you have jumped? How could you have lived? How could I have heard your sweet words inside me own head, as though I was saying them? Maybe Im going mad.
Will stepped away from the bed, feeling very much like he was intruding upon a private moment between the women. "My wife set the arm as best she could. Shes got a talent for doctoring. My Katie gave her a good dose of sleeping tonic for the pain. We couldnt set the arm till she was asleep. She kept fighting us." He studied his shoes. "Im sorry I threw you out. I know you didnt mean to"
"Im sorry I got sick. IIve been under a lot of stress this past week. The sight and smell ."
Will squared his shoulders. "I heard some of what happened on Cobb Island
in town yesterday morning as I was passing through."
Faylinn looked at him frankly. "Im sure it was more than enough."
"It was. We dont believe in witches in this house." The corner of his mouth curved upward. "Or barn."
She managed a tiny smile.
He leaned against the wall by the bed. "Shes already got a fever."
"I know. Ill stay with her. We wont be much trouble. And well leave as soon as we can. In my dress I have a bracelet"
Will snorted loudly. "We dont want your baubles or filthy slave-trader money."
Afraid shed offended him, Faylinn began a rambling apology that was stopped abruptly when he asked, "Can you read?"
She nodded slowly, confused. "Yes, of cour " Her cheeks tinted. "Yes, I can."
Her slip of the tongue hadnt gone unnoticed. But Will decided it meant far less than the fact that the young woman was kind enough to try to cover it up. "Then well take payment in the form of you reading the Bible to us." He looked a little embarrassed, but pressed on. "Is it a deal?"
"Absolutely." She regarded him curiously. "I wish I could do more."
He kicked at the floor awkwardly and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "That will make Katie happy. So its enough." When he glanced up, Will was surprised to be looking into green eyes swimming with tears.
In that simple gesture, Faylinn Cobb had just witnessed more love for one spouse by the other than all her years prior. "Whenever you want me to read, just ask. No matter what it is. No matter when."
"The Bible will be enough. Were not Puritans, mind you, but Katie, at least, is still a good Christian."
Bridgets soft moan interrupted them and Faylinn shifted closer, searching her face for any clue as to how she could make her more comfortable. When her eyes dropped to bruised lips she had the strongest urge to bend over and softly kiss God, what am I going to do? That she loved Bridget was clear. That she loved her the way a man could love a woman with a longing and passion that caused her heart to skip frequent beats was almost as frightening as it was compelling.
Pushing the thought away as unmanageable, Faylinn lifted her hand and tenderly traced the red, angry skin alongside a stitched gash that ran from just above Bridgets eye all the way to her jawbone.
Will sighed. "Im thinkin it will scar." He winced inwardly. Mores the pity. She could have had her pick of husbands. "There was nothing to be done but clean and stitch it. A bandage wont hold on there."
Faylinn took Bridgets limp hand in her own. "Doesnt matter if it scars" she murmured. Her gaze turned fond. "Shell always be beautiful."
A small smile edged its way onto Wills face. "Ill leave you to rest then." He jerked his chin towards the window. "Its past sunrise, though you wouldnt know it by the looks of it. Ill bring you some food once youve had a chance to rest." He laughed when Faylinn jumped up and began situating herself next to Bridget on the small bed.
The man extinguished the torch in the cool ashes along the edge of the fireplace, then tossed in another round of oak onto the coals. It was going to be cold today. He could feel it in his bones.
Faylinn didnt even realize when he crept out of the room.
Chapter FourAfter sitting for nearly three hours listening to Badger weave the tale, Kayla and Liv decided to have their taxi drop them off at the bottom of the Royal Mile, near the Palace of Holyrood House, Queen Elizabeths official Edinburgh residence. The idea of fresh air and a brisk walk appealed to both of them. The afternoon breeze was still cool and strong enough to tousle their hair and turn their cheeks rosy, but not so cold as to be uncomfortable. It carried with it the scent of wet sidewalks, car exhaust, and the sea.
Kayla had been silent all the way back into town. Then a rapid stream of words burst from her. "I cant believe he did that. I cant believe he just stopped!"
Liv was a little startled by her reticent friends outburst. "What did you expect, Kayla?" she chided gently. "Badger is an old man, and hed been going non-stop for quite a while. His voice was bound to give out eventually."
"Well, sure. But," Kayla let out a grumpy breath, "I wanna know what happened, I guess." She threw her hands in the air, not sure how to process things. She was used to having an insatiable curiosity when it came to her work, but never with something personal. "He could have skipped all the melodrama and just cut to the chase, right?"
Liv assumed the question was rhetorical so she waited.
Kayla began ticking off on her fingers. "We know Bridget killed her brother. But we dont know how she survived her fall from the cliff, or how she and Faylinn made it to the mainland, or whether Bridget ultimately survived her injuries, or"
"Whether they ended up together," Liv finished. "Im dying to know that myself."
"Exactly." Kayla gave her an aggrieved look. She was desperate to know that someone in her family was able to make a relationship work in spite of their paranormal abilities. Her fathers talents were on the very low end of the scale and it hadnt ever seemed to be an issue for her parents. But it had always, always been an issue for her.
Liv smiled, thinking that Kayla looked impossibly cute when she pouted. Of course, she wasnt going to share that thought with the nearly six feet of moody baby next to her, but it was true nonetheless.
Kayla stopped walking and turned to face Liv. Her hands flew to her hips and she spoke sharply. "I am not moody! And Im certainly not a baby."
Liv stopped as well, then stepped backwards so that several people who were scurrying up the street could pass between them. She pinned Kayla with a glare. "I didnt say you were."
The scowl on Kaylas face was replaced by a tense, worried look. Oh, shit. "I uh I just "
"You read my mind," Liv said evenly.
Kayla cringed. "Im so sorry. I didnt mean to." Her heartbeat sped up. This is where things go all to hell and I get accused of spying on her thoughts. Ive got to learn better control! I "I was just walking along and the thought popped into my head."
Liv chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment, fighting the urge to get good and pissed off. Then her better judgment took over and she sighed. "Did you do it on purpose?" she asked, already fairly certain of the answer and hating the poorly veiled anxiety she saw in Kaylas eyes.
"No!" Kayla moved forward in reflex, needing to close the gap between her and Liv. She looked around self-consciously to see if anyone was staring. "No," she repeated a little more quietly as her eyes met and held Livs. "I swear."
There was an intensity to Kaylas answer that made Livs heart ache and she gentled her gaze. Time to start working on this. For both our sakes. She reached out and took Kaylas hand. "Relax, will ya? Im not mad."
The dark-haired woman remained warily silent.
Liv sighed again. "You might need to remind me of this every once in a while, but I really shouldnt get mad at you for something you didnt intentionally do. Okay?"
Kayla blinked dumbly at Liv. She couldnt have heard her right. "You-you shouldnt?"
"No," she told her seriously, "I shouldnt." Who did this to you? "Honey, Im not going to blame you for something out of your control." A smile tugged at her lips when she saw Kaylas face begin to relax. Thats it, love. "Unless I have PMS." She grinned recklessly. "Then youre screwed." Livs words where greeted with a tiny burst of laughter from Kayla that was equal parts happiness and relief.
I am so lucky. Id better not fuck this up. Kayla looked at Liv with utter affection "Thank you," she said simply, still a little dumbfounded, but not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Youre welcome." Youre not going to get rid of me that easily. Were going to talk about this just not in the middle of the sidewalk.
"So," Liv deftly steered the conversation in another direction as they began walking again, "were you surprised that Bridget was still alive?"
Kayla willingly allowed herself to be distracted and her brows knitted as she thought. "I guess not," she finally decided. "I know its all fantastic, nearly too much to believe. "But deep down inside I had this niggling suspicion that their story wasnt quite over yet."
Liv tucked an errant lock of fair hair behind her ear. "Mmm," she acknowledged with a small nod.
Kayla carefully guided them around a tall postcard stand and a pack of student tourists. "You?"
Liv took several steps before answering. "Oh Well, the same as you, I guess." She didnt feel comfortable sharing with Kayla that her stomach had been in knots until Badger made it very clear that Bridget had survived the cliff. There was something indefinable about Bridget Redding that reminded her of Kayla. It went beyond the obvious physical similarities, touching on subtle, emotional elements that Liv found undeniably interesting as well as attractive. She thought about that for a moment and Kaylas over reaction a few minutes ago. Maybe there is something about this story that stirs something in us both. Maybe.
Liv and Kayla turned off the Royal Mile and began winding their way through the Gothic streets of Old Town. Within a few moments they were standing in front of the Keith House, a tall, narrow three-story structure that had clearly undergone recent renovations. The centuries of chimney smoke that stained so many buildings from that time period, and added significantly to their eerie mystique, had been scrubbed clean.
Though Liv would always associate Gothic architecture with the Adams Family and consider it classic horror film spooky, the Keith House, at least its exterior, already had a less haunting feel than many others shed seen. It retained the beauty of the era without the foreboding. Which was odd, Liv considered. Since this was the house they were about to investigate for She couldnt remember what Kayla had called it exactly, but it had some long, technical name that had to do with blood and the paranormal. Not that it mattered. Livs mind had already settled on some seriously spooky shit.
There was no sign of the press and so Kayla eagerly trotted up the steps to the front door and inserted the key Glen had given her the day before. "Time to earn some money." Her excitement was clear and Liv tried to grasp hold of that and make it her own, disregarding some of the nervousness that had been building since they turned off the main road onto this lonely street. This was the start of a new career and she was bound and determined to push past her own silly fears and be of real use to Kayla.
The door to the Keith House was heavy but it opened without a sound.
They walked inside into a large foyer with high ceilings and freshly painted walls. Liv spun in a circle, taking in her surroundings openmouthed. "Wow."
Kayla nodded. "Wow. Not exactly what I was expecting."
The house was completely empty. No furniture. No rugs. No paintings. Nothing.
Liv carefully crept a few paces deeper into the foyer. "Looks like Mr. Keith is going to do a little all right, a lot of redecorating before his grand opening." Her quiet words sounded unusually loud in the hollow room. She poked her head around a corner, finding nothing but vacuous space. It was only early evening, but the houses interior was already cast in long gray shadows that seemed to move with Liv as she walked. But more than that, it was deathly quiet. Silent as a grave. Okay, this I dont like.
"See anything interesting?"
"Yaaaaaaah!" Liv jumped at the low voice right by her ear. "Jesus, Kayla!" She whirled around to face her tormentor, laying her palm across her own chest and feeling the pounding heart. "Are you trying to kill me?"
Kayla bit back a smile and jerked her thumb towards herself. "Who me?" Puppy dog eyes blinked at her.
"Oh, no!" Livs eyes turned to slits. "Dont give me that Im-too-cute-to-do-something-mean face. "
"Cute?" Kayla managed to sound mildly insulted at the idea. But her lips continued to twitch.
"Youre trying not to laugh, arent you?"
Think disgusting thoughts. I. Will. Not. Laugh. "Of course not." The words were said soberly, but Kaylas quivering chin betrayed her.
"Im Im " Kayla dissolved into laughter.
Liv crossed her arms over her chest and whined, "Its not funny, Kayla! You know Im not used to this creepy stuff yet."
"Sure it is." Kayla continued to laugh, not stopping when Liv gave her a plastic smile. "Okay, okay," she conceded reluctantly. She grabbed hold of Liv before she could stalk out of the room. "Im sorry."
Liv arched an eyebrow. "No, youre not."
Kayla crossed her heart and held up three fingers. "I am. Honest."
Now Liv was holding back her own grin, delighted at the appearance of Kaylas more playful side. "You know Ill get you back," she informed her haughtily.
Two dark eyebrows shot skyward. "You can try, Liv."
Liv pinched Kaylas flat stomach. "Ooo, I know when Ive been challenged. Dont think Ill forget."
Kayla rolled her eyes, feeling very comfortable in her own environment. She loved her job. "I live in fear."
"Funny." But Liv smiled and stood on tiptoe to give Kayla a quick peck on the lips.
Kaylas face turned serious and she slowly grasped Liv by the shoulders as though she was going to shake her. She didnt. Instead, she held her firm. "I need to give you your first lesson in paranormal research." Her voice dropped an octave. "This is very important."
Livs ears perked up and in the blink of an eye she was mirroring Kaylas serious expression. "Okay, Im listening."
"This will help you in almost any circumstance, no matter what youre doing. I cant tell you how many times this tip has gotten me out of deep, dark situations that make me shudder just to remember."
Eyes wide, Liv gulped.
"Its something I dont want you to ever forget." Kayla paused meaningfully. "Understand?"
A fiery blue gaze burned into Liv and the older woman promised solemnly, "I wont forget."
"Good." Unexpectedly, Kayla let go of Livs shoulders, turned on her heel, and purposefully strode across the floor. When she reached the doorway, her arm shot out and with a tiny click the room was cast in a warm, buttery glow. She spoke without turning around, her unseen, crooked grin a mile wide. "Turn on the lights."
Liv blinked. "Son of a"
Kaylas shoulders started to shake with silent laughter and then she was gone, off to find the equipment that was supposedly waiting for her.
Liv could hear the smug chuckles growing more distant as Kayla padded deeper into the house. Ooo, I am so going to get her for smokin my butt that way, she mused, with more than a hint of admiration. "I hate you, ghostbuster," she called out.
"No, you dont," came the sure reply.
Liv smiled to herself. "No. I guess I dont," she muttered dreamily. She looked around again, almost casually at first. Then, she began to notice that with Kaylas absence, the rooms silence had somehow become a little unsettling. Not too much. But enough that Livs gaze flickered around the room as she sought to reassure herself that everything was all right. That she was, indeed, alone.
She forced herself to relax and take a deep breath, releasing it slowly. "Get a grip, Liv."
Suddenly, she felt a cool rush of air that sent chills skittering across her skin, lifting the hairs on her arms as if a tiny current of electricity had shot through her. Then, as quickly as it had come, it disappeared. "Oh, boy." She shivered in pure reaction and began inching towards the door. "Hey, um Kayla?" Liv picked up her pace. "Wait up!"
"Okay, another one in that corner." Kayla pointed, while Liv fished another infrared motion detector from the metal trunk and headed across the room.
She bit her tongue and her eyes narrowed slightly as she considered its exact placement. I wonder . "Kayla?"
"Mmm?" Kaylas eyes remained trained on the detector in her hands. She gave it a little shake and the green activation light popped on. "Piece of"
"What if I put it here instead?" Liv stepped sideways three long paces and put the small device on the ground, angling it between the doorway and where Kayla was crouched. "Then the beam should not only cross with yours but the one shooting in from the hall. We can avoid that gap you were complaining about before."
Kayla glanced up at the doorway to the hallway. She cocked her head slightly as she gauged the distance and angle. Her face broke into a proud grin. "Yeah, that should work." She gave a satisfied nod. "Great idea. I was just going to lay down another detector. Now well have a spare for upstairs." The house had more rooms than Kayla had anticipated and she wasnt pleased with the spotty coverage she was going to have to settle for in some places.
Liv grinned. "Cool." She stood up and dusted her hands off on her jeans. Theyd been placing motion detectors, and video and sound recorders, around the large house for nearly three hours. It was pitch black outside and Liv could hear Kaylas stomach growling from where she was standing. But they still had one final room to set up in before they were done for evening, the room where Mr. Keith had awoken to strange noises and a very gruesome sight.
Kayla stretched her arms high over her head. "I need to do some thermal readings next," she began idly. "But I think Ill wait until tomorrow morning and see if we pick up anything strange tonight." She yawned. "This place is huge and hopefully it will focus us on where we need to test." Kayla grabbed the last three motion detectors and the rest of her video cameras. "Ready?"
Liv gave herself a quick, silent pep talk, then nodded. "Ready."
The Keith Houses master bedroom was enormous, taking up a full third of the second floor. The taller womans nose twitched as she entered the empty room and flicked on the light.
Again Liv was surprised. This room was not just empty, it was antiseptic. "Fresh paint." Even the door appeared new.
Kaylas eyes darkened as she approached the mysterious wall, her sneakers silent on the bare floor. She had expected to see lurid streaks on the walls Not this. "Dammit, Glen!" she exploded. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Liv joined her and lay a calming hand between her shoulder blades. Heat was radiating through her sweater.
"How does this change things, Kayla?" Liv slapped away a fly that was buzzing around her head.
"The place has been scoured. Shit," Kayla muttered. She turned towards Liv, consciously tamping down her irritation. "I needed to test to see whether the blood was human, animal, or some other substance altogether."
"And now you cant," Liv surmised.
Kayla sighed and rubbed her temple. "We might still be able to tell whether it was blood or ketchup or something. But not whether its human. Luminol"
"Thats used by the police on crime scenes, right?"
Kayla looked a little surprised.
Liv shrugged. "I saw it on Americas Most Wanted the first night I was back from Africa. Sorry. Go on."
"Sokay." Kayla smirked at her lover. "Anyway Luminol, as you may already know"
Green eyes rolled.
"is a chemical that can show the presence of trace blood evidence even under paint. But the test to determine whether the substance is human or not requires more than a bare trace. Were limited by our equipment."
Liv nodded her understanding. "You could send it to a big lab someplace "
"But it would take weeks to get the results," Kayla finished unhappily.
"We can still run the other tests, right?"
"Yeah," Kayla grunted. "We still can." Her face grew pensive. Something didnt feel right about this whole thing. Something was niggling at the back of her mind, just out of reach. Her eyes shifted downward and she saw Liv studying her intently. Her lover was trying to puzzle out what was going on with her and it reminded Kayla that she was going to have to voice her thoughts more often, something that had never been a concern in the past. She had been, and to a large extent still was, very content to live inside her own head. "I have a weird feeling about this job, Liv," she confided uneasily.
Livs brows drew inward and she snorted softly. "Is there ever something not weird about this job?" Kaylas sudden stillness told Liv shed gone too far. She winced inwardly. "Hey," Liv curled her fingers around Kaylas wrist, feeling the strong pulse, "I was just teasing. Im sorry."
"Dont worry about it," Kayla said brusquely as she moved to set out the video equipment.
But Liv didnt relinquish the hold on her wrist. "Kayla," her voice was low and apologetic. "Please."
Kayla exhaled loudly. Stop being so sensitive. "What?"
"I didnt mean to hurt your feelings." Damn that was stupid. I forgot how sensitive she is about this job and her abilities.
Kayla gave herself a kick in the ass and purposely lightened her tone. "Sokay. Its not you. Its me."
Liv pursed her lips but decided not to pursue things. Theyd barely skirted an argument earlier that afternoon and now it was happening again. Part of it, she knew, was that they were still tired from their travels. And she knew by her partners body language that she was hungry. "How about this? How about I let you set up this room while I go get something to eat and bring it back to our Bed and Breakfast?" A little time apart, wouldnt be a bad idea either. "Then we can chow down there and hit the sack early."
A relieved look washed across Kaylas face. "Thats a great idea."
"I thought so." Liv smiled tentatively. "But before I forget, what is it that seems odd about this job? Since I havent ever been on one before, I dont have anything to compare it to."
"When Glen meets with potential client theres a list of information she always gets from them, as well as a set of instructions she gives them if she accepts the case on my behalf." Kayla reached out and drew her finger along the pristine, white walls.
"Kayla?" Liv prompted after a moment.
"Oh, sorry. One of those instructions is to never mess with something the client believes has been in contact with or has anything to do with the supernatural."
Liv began to gesture as she worked things through in her head. "Some people dont wait though, they go ahead and clean up if theres been a mess. It probably freaks them out so they move to fix it right away."
"Sometimes that does happen." Keep going .
"And he saw the blood about three weeks ago, when we were on Cobb Island." Glen had phoned Kayla and asked that she cut her vacation short in order to come to Edinburgh. Instead, Kayla had insisted Mr. Keith be put off for a few weeks. Shed surprised Liv by telling Glen that if he couldnt wait he could find himself another researcher. The women had used the extra precious time to get to know each other, spending part of it at Kaylas grandmothers ranch in West Virginia and the other part in Washington, D.C.
"Yes, again." Kayla grinned. Now put it together.
"So he didnt get all creeped out by the blood and hurry up to paint it. He waited until after he was told not to and then did it right before we arrived in Edinburgh." Liv looked at Kayla for confirmation.
"Wow, I knew all those Nancy Drew mysteries would pay off someday." Liv stood a little straighter, proud of herself for reasoning that out. "Of course, I was really only thinking about kissing Nancy but something must have rubbed off."
Kayla groaned dramatically. "Figures."
"I can see why that doesnt seem right. It doesnt fit with the man we met yesterday who really seemed liked he wanted us to get to the bottom of this."
Kayla set her jaw. "Hes going to get his wish."
Liv nodded slowly. "I dont doubt that at all, Kayla." Their eyes met and they shared a moment of profound determination, which was rudely interrupted by the rumbling of Kaylas stomach. Liv laughed. "Okay, okay, Im going."
Kayla ducked her head sheepishly. "I am hungry. And," her head swayed back and forth for a moment. "Im sorry about before. I get really moody when I havent eaten." She glanced up and was met with understanding eyes.
"Me too." Liv mentally added a grocery store to her stops. I wont be caught again without some trail mix or something.
Kayla handed Liv her cell phone. "No walking around at night alone, okay."
"Noooo problem. I was planning on calling a cab." Liv leaned forward for a little kiss. "Mmm." She smacked her lips happily when they parted. "See you in an hour or two?" She had already learned that Kayla was meticulous about setting up her equipment and she correctly assumed that once she left the lanky woman alone, Kaylas natural anal retentiveness would take over and shed feel the need to check everything one more time.
Kayla fondly cupped her cheek. "Two would be great." You already know me too well, dont you? Then she found herself unconsciously holding her breath as she watched Livs eyes flutter closed and a look of concentration overtake her face.
A few heartbeats later and Liv blinked, a little startled. Then she let out a slightly nervous laugh. She hadnt been expecting that and though she hadnt exactly heard the words, she somehow knew what Kayla had been thinking. She turned and kissed the warm palm still resting on her cheek. Then she winked. "Darn right I do. See you in two."
Kaylas eyebrows lifted as Liv walked happily out of the room. "Oh, boy." She shook her head but couldnt manage to feel anything other than wonderful. "I am in so much trouble."
Kayla had just locked her equipment trunk when she heard soft footsteps behind her. "Found a take-out place around here, did ya?"
"No. But if youre hungry Im sure that something can be arranged."
Startled, she whirled around at the unexpected voice. "Glen." Kayla straightened and took a long look at the petite woman, who was, as always, dressed immaculately. She was also carrying an expensive black leather briefcase. "I thought you were"
Pale blue eyes went a little icy. "Its Liv."
Glen cocked her head to the side and spoke casually, completely unfazed by Kaylas stony gaze. "Ah, yes. Thats right. She was," the Asian woman stepped closer to Kayla, bringing with her the strong, musky smell of her perfume, "a surprise."
Kayla wrinkled her nose and stuffed her hands into her jean pockets, thinking that couldnt be the same perfume Glen had worn during their brief relationship. "I know. I probably should have said something."
A perfectly manicured, black eyebrow lifted in censure. "Probably?"
"Dont do this, Glen. Im not in the mood."
"Since when do you need another partner?"
"Shes not another partner, shes my only partner," Kayla corrected her flatly. "You are paid on commission for your services by me. Were not business partners or any other type of partner for that matter. And never have been."
Glens grip on her briefcase tightened convulsively. "You can be a real bitch, Kayla. You know that?"
Kayla chuckled wearily. "Remind me, Glen, why it didnt work out between us. I seem to have forgotten."
That earned her a small smile. "Yes, well, my memory on that subject tends to fade a little when youre this close to me." Glen reached out to touch Kaylas arm.
Kayla stopped her with a quick hand; giving Glens fingers a quick squeeze before letting them go. They were soft and warm and despite herself, Kayla was reminded of at least one thing shed found attractive in Glen.
"Maybe we werent partners but I was still your mentor." Glen could feel herself growing angry, and a slight flush began to work its way up her neck. "It was me who showed you the ropes in this business. So dont act as though Im some hired hand!"
"And then it was you that decided to only handle the business end of things," Kayla reminded her pointedly. "How many other researchers hire you to do the same thing I do?"
Glen gathered hold of her emotions again and straightened the corner of her dark silk blazer. "My other business affairs arent important." She tapped her briefcase impatiently with her index finger. "Do you have some results that I can pass along to Mr. Keith yet?"
"What?" Kayla looked at her as if she was insane. "I havent even started yet!"
"Jesus Christ, Kayla, whats there to start? This was obviously some ridiculous delusion. Do a quick run through and be done with it." Why must you always be so difficult?
"Cut the bullshit and tell me why Im here, Glen," Kayla ordered unceremoniously.
The angry flush returned to Glens neck. "Youre here because youre a big name in the field." Because of me. "And when you say there is nothing out of the ordinary going on, people will believe it and then Mr. Keith will pay us very handsomely."
Kayla looked hard into Glens eyes. "I want to see the contract."
Glen looked shocked. "What?"
"You heard me, Glen. I want to see the total fee you negotiated and the terms."
Ruby lips twisted into a snarl. "Are you implying Ill take more than my commission?"
"No. Im not implying a damn thing, other than I want every scrap of paper having to do with this job and I want it now."
Glen stiffened. "I see." She closed her eyes briefly, before refocusing on Kayla. There was nothing she could do. If Kayla quit now, Mr. Keiths trust in her would be shattered. She had no choice. "Youll have it tomorrow."
God, Im already tired of this. "Thank you." Kayla breathed an inward sigh of relief. "And as far as my report for the house, youll get as soon as its finished. Just like always."
Glen swallowed her anger and ducked her head. "Of course."
Kayla made a conscious effort to soften her tone. "Do you have the other files I asked for?" She gestured towards the briefcase.
The small woman held up it up in front of Kaylas face, her brightly painted nails standing out against the dark leather. "The interviews with the housekeeper and her daughter are all here. Though Ive already briefed you on what youll find. Time is of the essence. Thats why I conducted them while you were off play" she paused and swallowed, "while you were still in the States."
"Dont I always?"
Kayla fought the urge to smile. "Youve always done right by me, Glen. I dont want you to think Im hinting otherwise. But theres something odd here "
Glens pulse quickened. "Odd? How?"
"I dont know," Kayla replied honestly. "But I do know that we need to talk."
"Sadly, I cant stay." But her coal-black eyes didnt reflect a hint of disappointment. "I have a late dinner appointment."
"Youre going to be late, Glen."
Glen could hear the challenge in Kaylas voice and wisely backed off. For now. "I guess theyll have to wait." She glanced around the empty room. "Theres a pub down the street. And Im hardly dressed to sit on the floor. Okay?"
Kayla glanced at her watch. "Yeah. Lets go."
Liv sat on a soft blanket on the beach, listening to the waves roll in. The lights from the houses lining the sea and the soft twinkle of stars above provided enough light so that she felt safe in her surroundings. When shed asked Mrs. Thicke, their B&B proprietress for a blanket she could use, the woman was only too happy to oblige her. She also gave her a thermos of mulled apple cider to ward off the chill.
The linguist took a long sip of the sweet liquid, letting it slide down her throat and warm her guts. Then two long arms wrapped around her, heating her from within in ways the cider never could. Soft, warm lips landed on her throat and kissed her tenderly before nudging Livs chin upward for better access. Her skin was slightly salty and cold from ocean spray.
Liv reached up and threaded her hand through thick, dark hair. "Mmm Thats nice. But youd better hurry up, my girlfriend was due here an hour ago." The lips stilled for a long, charged second, then dipped playfully, biting Livs throat. She squealed and laughed, but didnt try to dislodge her phantom attacker.
"Your girlfriend is a very lucky woman." Kayla plopped down alongside Liv so that they were facing each other. "Are you sure I cant convince you to forget about her?"
Liv looked into eyes that shone silver in the moonlight. "What girlfriend?" she mumbled dreamily.
Kayla snorted. "Ill have to remember that." She leaned forward and brushed her lips against Livs, tasting the spicy tang of the cider. "Mmm. That makes me even more hungry," she growled, moving to deepen the kiss. A hand on her chest stopped her.
"Hold your horses."
Kayla froze immediately and Liv grinned, letting her know this was no rejection. "Im glad youre hungry," Liv said. "Because Ive got tons of food up in our room that is getting cold." She reached up and tugged on a strand of Kaylas gently blowing hair. "I was starting to worry."
"Sorry about that. I had an unexpected visitor about an hour after you left."
Livs eyebrows disappeared behind wind-blown bangs. "A ghost?"
"Hardly," Kayla scoffed. "Glen."
"Oh." Liv made a face and Kayla chuckled. "I know shes your friend and all, Kayla. And Ill be nice to her out of respect for that. But I gotta tell you, she didnt impress me too much yesterday."
Kayla let out a long, slow breath. "She didnt impress me too much either. We went to a pub tonight and I got a few questions answered about this case."
"Ahhh " Liv nodded knowingly and traced the edge of Kaylas wire-rimmed glasses. "You had to read."
"Oh." Kayla quickly pulled them off and clasped them in her hand. "I forgot I was still wearing them." She only needed the glasses when her eyes were strained or she was very tired. "I swear," Kayla said, her Southern accent drawing out the word, "Glen is using smaller print just so Ill have to drag these out and"
"You look beautiful in them." Liv gazed at her fondly.
Kayla swallowed and her cheeks burned. "I-I do?"
"Uh huh." She nodded without hesitation. "You sure do."
Livs youthful, easy smile made Kayla fall in love with her all over again. "Cmon." She pushed herself to her feet and extended a hand to her lover. "Lets have dinner and Ill tell you what I found out. I think Im going to need your help."
Liv gathered up the blanket and thermos and let Kayla tug her to her feet.
Kayla wrapped her arm around Livs shoulder as they walked. "Whered you get this?" She used blunt nails to loudly scratch the thick material beneath her fingertips. "It looks nice."
Over Livs sweater she wore a dark-navy jacket that fell to mid-thigh. The lining was a tartan print wool and the shell was an oiled, heavy canvas that was waterproof. "Do you know how many shops I passed on the way from Old Town to Portobello?"
"Hmm. Many." They continued to march through the packed sand. "I like it."
"Good." Liv gave Kayla self-satisfied smirk. "You have a black one waiting for you in our room."
Bemused, Kayla shook her head. "Nobody has dressed me since I was a child, Liv."
The fair-haired woman stopped and turned so that she was facing Kayla dead on. She wrapped her arms loosely around Kaylas waist and spoke in a low, sure voice that wound its way around her partners heart. "Maybe nobody has loved you as much as I do." Liv pulled her close and hugged her tightly, burying her face in the crook of Kaylas neck.
Kayla tilted her head back and caught a quick glimpse of the stars before she squeezed shut her eyes. "I love you, Liv," she offered so softly the words were nearly swept away in the breeze.
But Liv didnt really need to hear them to know exactly what had been said. She gently kissed Kaylas throat and removed the remnants of a tiny, hot tear that had made its way down from the cheek above it. Waves of emotion were pouring off Kayla and Liv simply held on for the ride. "I love you too."
She allowed Kayla a moment to pull herself together before she backed away slightly and took her hand. "Cmon, lets go eat. Weve got mysteries to solve tomorrow."
Kayla twined their fingers together and they resumed their walk. Yeah, we sure do.
Chapter FiveKayla and Liv had managed to get up in time to enjoy breakfast. Sort of. The night before, Kayla had made arrangements to have a tray set outside their room at 7am sharp, begrudgingly conceding to Mrs. Thicke that they would probably be eating cold food by the time they got to it. But to Kaylas surprise, she had awoken early and refreshed and hungry. So here they were, sitting in bed together, drinking sweet tea and eating buttered toast, hair disheveled, sheets pooled around the waists of buck-naked bodies, with papers scattered all around them.
"Is there any more milk?" Liv mumbled around a big bite. She wiped the crumbs from the corners of her mouth with index finger and thumb and then reached for the small pitcher that Kayla was absently passing her. "Thanks."
"Hmm?" Kayla didnt look up from what she was reading.
A mischievous smile curled Livs lips. "I said Im sleeping with Mrs. Thicke. I hope you dont mind."
"Thats nice." Kayla patted Livs thigh and left her hand there.
"I thought so," the blonde woman agreed cheerfully, taking another sip of tea. "Kayla?"
Liv poked at the hand on her leg. "Earth to Kayla."
Liv quirked an eyebrow. "Mrs. Thicke and I roll each other in butter then sugar and cinnamon, then lick it off. Everyday."
Still no reaction.
"On the beach in front of the entire world," she continued blithely. Liv fluffed the pillows behind her back with one hand. "Shes a wild woman with amazing stamina. Youd never know that she was a hundred and eleven."
Kayla nodded again. "Thats niWHAT?" Her head snapped up and she tore her glasses from her face. "Mrs. Thicke?"
The combination of shock, bewilderment and disgust painted so clearly on Kaylas face was priceless, and Liv burst out laughing.
"Well, hello." Liv grinned impishly. "Nice to have you back."
"Bubuyoubut" Kayla scrubbed her face with her hands, purposely ignoring Livs saucy wink.
"Heh." Liv was exceedingly pleased with herself. "Now that Ive
got your attention, care to share whats so interesting in those files?
I dont have the mind-reading thing down pat yet, you know."
"Sorry," she grumbled a little sheepishly.
Liv kissed her cheek softly. "Sokay, honey. You just tend to get a little um " she quickly searched her mind for a diplomatic way to say anal retentive, "you get so focused on one thing that you tune everything else out." She settled herself back against her pillows again. "So whats up?"
I do not do that. "Sugar and cinnamon, huh?" Kayla grinned. "Can we?"
Liv arched an eyebrow and rattled the file in Kaylas hand. "Youre doing it again."
"Oh." The brunette made a face. "Okay. Fine. It seems that Mr. Keiths maid, Mrs. Jane MacPherson, has worked for him since the late 1950s. Her husband also worked for Mr. Keith until 1987, when the husband died of a heart attack. They found his body a few paces from his bedroom in the middle of the night. Jane stated that he had gotten up to investigate a strange noise."
Livs eyes widened.
Kayla curled her fingers around Livs and squeezed gently. "He died before he could explain what happened." She gave her lover a sympathetic look. "He probably just had a nightmare, Liv. Theres nothing to show any connection between that and whats going on now."
Liv nodded, not entirely convinced. Next time we go back were staying
"together," came the reassuring answer to her unspoken statement.
Liv let out a relieved breath. They locked eyes and each gave a quick nod of acknowledgement. It was a promise.
Kayla glanced back at the file. "A few months before his death, the MacPhersons adopted a seven-old-girl they named Mary."
Liv retrieved her plate from the nightstand and slathered some marmalade on her third piece of toast. "That would have made them sort of old parents," she commented conversationally, trying not to think of anything frightening enough that it could induce a heart attack.
"Right. In their early fifties."
Liv was a little surprised. "I had assumed Mr. Keith was talking about a child when he mentioned the daughter who lived with his maid at Keith House."
"Me too." Kayla leaned forward and stole of bit of Livs toast, her white teeth neatly severing a large piece.
"Hey! Youve got your own." Liv slapped Kaylas bare shoulder.
"But yours tastes so good," Kayla said innocently.
Liv snorted at the double entendre but chose not to comment, knowing if she replied they wouldnt be getting any work done for quite some time.
"The daughter still lives with her mom today. Dont you think its strange that someone would still be living at home at that age?" Kayla poured more tea then took a deep drink. "Ouch! Shit. Mrs. Thicke was wrong." She peered into her mug, giving it an evil look. "Thats still hot as hell."
Liv winced and wordlessly poured a little milk into Kaylas cup to cool the liquid. "I dont think thats so weird. A lot of people are still living at home in their early twenties. Thats only a few years older than Dougie and your sister Marcy," she said wistfully, her thoughts turning to the parents that shed lost when she was only nineteen. A day didnt go by that she didnt wish theyd had more time to get to know each other as adults. She sighed.
"Maybe," Kayla allowed, wondering at the sad look she saw reflected in her friends deep green eyes. She herself had moved out of the house at seventeen, and, even though she truly loved her parents, couldnt imagine living under their roof any longer than was necessary.
Liv pushed away thoughts of the past and tried to focus on the here and now. "Does the daughters story match her moms?"
Kayla shrugged one shoulder. "Pretty much. They both heard Mr. Keith scream. Mrs. MacPherson saw the blood first, and Mary confirmed its existence, though her mother refused to let her into the room at first. Mrs. MacPherson also recalls numerous other unusual happenings in the house that she claimed," Kayla held the file a little farther away as she read the quote without her glasses, "chilled my old skin colder than the bottom of a well diggers"
"Im familiar with the phrase," Liv interrupted wryly. "Do we need to talk with either one of them or will jail baits interviews be enough?"
Kayla choked on her tea. "Jail" She continued to cough and laugh, sitting forward as Liv helpfully slapped her back. "Who are you talking about?"
"You know damn well, who Im talking about, Ghostbuster." Liv set her cup and plate on the nightstand and flopped down on the bed, flattening her pillows. "Shes twelve years old. Youre lucky youre not in prison." And I should be ashamed at how jealous Im feeling," Liv admonished herself privately.
Kayla turned amused eyes on her partner. "The woman has an M.B.A and a Ph.D. in psychology."
"Great." Liv rolled her eyes dramatically. "Another Doogie Houser."
Kayla laughed and she set the breakfast tray on the floor. She lay back down on her side facing Liv. "Shes older than you are, Liv."
Kayla feigned insult, pushing the fluffy pillow away from her head to she could see Liv better. "Its true!"
"Dammit, Liv, shes thirty three."
Liv reached around and gave her a sharp pinch on the ass.
"Ouch!" Kayla squirmed away from Livs fingers. "I swear," she laughed.
Liv stopped her attack and snuggled into Kaylas embrace, feeling her lovers heart racing. She squealed when Kayla shifted onto her back, taking her with her. "No way, Kayla." Liv lifted her head and eyed her lover speculatively. She blinked at the serious look on Kaylas face. "Really?"
The low sound rumbled through Liv, drawing an unconscious smile. She let her head drop against Kaylas shoulder and exhaled contently. "Weird." Liv trailed her fingers along Kaylas hip, enjoying the feel of silky-soft skin. "When is her birthday?" she finally asked quietly.
Kaylas warm breath ruffled Livs hair. "How the hell should I know?"
"Oooo." Liv chuckled and rewarded Kaylas reply with a kiss to her collarbone. "Good answer."
Kayla suddenly went so quiet that Liv pushed up onto her elbows and studied her partners face. "Whats the matter?"
Kayla sighed unhappily. "I asked for all the financial records for this case. Glen usually takes care of all of that. But " Another sigh.
"But you dont trust her."
"I did. I want to."
Liv just waited.
Kaylas brows furrowed deeply. "But I dont with this case. Something is different."
"Mmm." Liv lay back down. "Im sorry," she murmured, gently patting Kaylas chest. "Maybe youre wrong and everything will turn out fine." But even as she said the words she didnt believe them to be true. Part of what made Kayla so good as a paranormal researcher was her sixth sense. If she believed deep down that something was wrong, it probably was. Or maybe it just makes it easier for me to dislike the little bitch if Kayla has doubts about her too. Ooo, see? That wasnt nice at all.
Liv yawned and could feel her eyelids growing heavy again. She didnt try to fight it as she let herself drift off into a light sleep.
Kayla, on the other hand, used the time to think, replaying Glens reactions to the questions shed asked her the night before. The Japanese woman was nervous and slightly evasive, but not overly so. And when I asked her about the new equipment she was supposed to have ordered over two months ago she changed the subject or claimed there must have been a mix up in the order or the shipping.
When Liv woke up nearly an hour later, she opened her eyes to Kaylas sleepy smile. The bed was now free of papers and the sheet had been pushed down to their feet. The room was cool but not cold and Kaylas natural body heat was more than enough to keep Liv comfortable.
Kayla moved closer, tangling her legs with her partners, and delighting at the sensation of soft skin sliding between her calves and thighs. A shiver of desire raced through her. "Morning Again."
Liv arched her back and stretched, letting lose a big yawn. "Morning." She sighed happily. "So, boss, whats on the agenda for the today? I know you said we need the cameras and equipment to run for twenty-four hours before we disturb them."
Kayla adjusted her head on Livs pillow, her dark hair mixing with the pale locks that smelled faintly of peppermint. "Dont call me that," she urged Liv quietly, growing more and more conscious of the warm skin so close to her with each passing second. "Were were partners. I dont wanna be your boss." Her eyes dropped to the pulse point on Livs throat. Transfixed, she watched the graceful shift of muscles as Liv swallowed. Kayla licked her lips as a low, soft growl erupted from the back of her throat. "At least not for work."
Livs heart skipped a beat at the timbre of Kaylas voice. "Ooo I should have guessed youd be all toppy."
The body beneath hers shook with silent laughter.
"Okay, partner." Liv brought her hand up and caressed Kaylas cheek. "Are we going back to the Keith House this morning or um " Hands slid up her bottom and came to rest on the small of her back. "Umm " Was Kaylas skin always this hot? And for the first time Liv noticed the attractive flush covering the faint freckles on Kaylas chest and shoulders. "Mmm . You feel great," she breathed. Her thoughts began to get away from her as Kaylas body demanded her full attention. Livs eyes traced the expressive curve of sensuous lips and she couldnt remember what they were talking about. The look on Kaylas face silently compelled her forward and she captured the younger womans lips with quiet, sincere passion. They tasted like tea and honey and Liv was helpless under their spell, unable to resist their beckoning softness. She hummed at the sensual contact.
When the long kiss ended, Kayla pulled back. "Wow." She laughed a little nervously, slightly startled by the unexpectedly intense exchange.
"Yeah." Liv smiled. "Wow." Then she remembered what she wanted to ask, but her hands refused to remain still and she traced Kaylas eyebrow as she spoke. "Or maybe we could go and talk to Badger?"
Kayla gazed at her lover through half-lidded eyes. "Whatever you want." Then she pinned Liv with an incredulous glare. "You dont mean now, do you?"
Shes kidding, right? Just try to get out of this bed! "Well"
"Liv." The word came out as a beseeching whine that instantly reminded Liv of her younger brother Dougie.
"Awww " Green eyes twinkled. "Youre pouting," Liv exclaimed delightedly, tweaking Kaylas nose.
"I am not," Kayla lied. But her disobedient face creased into a guilty grin. She ducked her head and began to kiss the soft skin behind Livs ear. "Its too early to go anywhere," she informed her sternly, turning her body and using strong arms to securely tuck Liv neatly beneath her.
Liv closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the full weight of her attraction and affection for Kayla. It surged through her, making her toes tingle. "Youre right. Kayla" She gasped when Kaylas lips dropped even lower and began painting a trail down her chest. "You should stay Oh, God " she gasped when a hot mouth closed around her nipple, and her voice dropped to a low growl, "Right there."
Glen Fuguchi signaled the waiter by raising her empty glass to eye level and bestowing a charming smile on the young man. He nearly tripped all over himself as he raced over to the bar to fetch her another Bloody Mary. She laughed and shook her head. Eager boys like him were so adorable. Too bad they were of little use. Unless your glass was empty.
She was nursing her third drink when the hostess led a guest over to her table then quietly disappeared. "Its not like you to keep me waiting." Glen gestured to the empty seat across the table.
Mary MacPherson looked around uncomfortably as she crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray on the table. "Its not like you to stand me up." Her red curls bobbed as she tilted her head downward. She glared at Glen. "Where were you last nicht?"
As always, Glens manner was detached and in control, despite her slowly building anger at the young womans impudence. "I dont think I owe you an explanation, Mary. But if you must know, I was unavoidably detained."
"By that psycho woman, no doubt." Mary snorted derisively and waved over a waiter. She ordered an enormous Scottish breakfast and a pint of beer, despite the early hour.
Glen forced a thin smile. "Thats psychic not psycho. Though she was more than a little angry last night." The Japanese woman leaned forward and lowered her voice. She glanced sideways to make sure no one was nearby before she spoke. "Why didnt the old man listen to me about keeping everything the way it was? You told me he would do exactly as I asked."
Honey-colored eyes dropped to the tablecloth that Mary suddenly found very interesting.
"Mary?" Glen clenched her fists and felt her nails digging into the smooth flesh. "I left Mr. Keith very explicit instructions to leave everything about that damn bloody wall just as he found it for Kayla. Do you have something to tell me?"
Mary bit her bottom lip and braced herself for Glens reaction. "Dont overreact."
"Oh, God." Glen immediately downed the remainder of her drink in one big swallow. She pushed the empty glass away with disgust. She simply wouldnt allow things to fall apart now. Shed come too far. "Well?"
"I spoke to the old miser a few days ago and convinced him to repaint the wall and even rip up the floor there."
"You did what?" The volume of Glens words hadnt changed one iota, but they were hard and cold as granite.
Mary fought the urge to shiver. "He came over to my Aunts home, begging my mither to come back to him. Sayin how much he needed her on his staff and how important she was and how he didnt trust anyone else to run his household." Mary waved her arms as she spoke, then crossed them over her ample chest. "I knew the bastard would appreciate her once she was gone. Ha!" She slapped her palm down on the table, causing Glen to jump. "Its far too late for that now."
Glen reached under the table and took Marys freckled hand in her own. Something was very wrong. "What have you done, Mary?"
Mary turned away from Glens coal-black gaze. "Nothing more than
I said Id do."
Glens slender brows furrowed. "Then why?"
Mary sighed, but her face brightened when a plate laden with steaming eggs, fragrant ham, fried bread, sausages and stewed tomatoes was set in front of her. She let go of Glens hand and said to the waiter, "Ill take that." She reached out and took the pint of beer from the server before he could even set it on the table. Mary took several long drinks and wiped the thin layer of foam from her lips with the back of her hand.
The muscles in Glens cheeks began to twitch and Mary could see her lovers patience was at an end. She held up a hand to forestall Glens words. "Mr. Keith came asking about Mither. She was gone to the market, but I talked with him anyway. He said hed do anything to get her back and told me all about your lovely para-psychiatrist."
Glen rolled her eyes, but didnt bother to correct Mary.
"He said the scientist would come and test the house and prove it wasnt haunted." She stabbed a tomato with her fork and brought it to her lips. "He told me that the blood on the walls was likely sheeps blood or some other poor farm animals, and that that would prove this whole incident had been nothing more than a terrible prank. Probably by some rival inn, worried about his precious Keith House opening up, and trying to scare him away." She popped the tomato in her mouth. "And the fancy scientists would run a bunch of other tests to show there was nothing to be afraid of."
Glen rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly, wondering how many drinks shed consumed the night she found Mary MacPherson even remotely interesting. She was pretty enough and lively in bed to be sure. But the time spent the night before with Kayla, despite the fact that theyd argued like bitches in heat for most of it, was a dream compared to this. "So far, thats exactly what we want to have happen," she told Mary carefully.
"Ay. It is." Mary set down her fork, and lifted her warm gaze to meet Glens. "But I told him that Mither might come back to work for him if she didnt have to look at that nasty bloody wall ever again." She waved her hands dismissively. "The bald bastard argued with me, of course. But I made sure hed move quickly by explaining Mither was looking for another job. One that paid far better and wouldnt cause her feet to ache."
Glens dark eyes narrowed. "And you did all this because...?" Her jaw worked silently as Mary hesitated in her answer. "This had better be good, you fool," Glen snapped. "Kayla, who is far smarter than you," she ignored the flash of hurt in Marys eyes, "is now suspicious."
Mary lifted her chin and glared at the short woman. Kayla Redding isnt better than me, she told herself. "I might not be a genius and I surely havent gone to any fancy university, but I wont sit here and be insulted either. You asked me here this morning." And you still need me.
There was a long second of charged silence between them, while Glen acknowledged silently that making Mary angry wasnt going to get her the answers she needed. She softened her gaze and reclaimed Marys hand. "I apologize."
Mary nodded. "I had him paint the walls for one very simple reason. The blood that dripped down them wasnt from some poor bastard dog or chicken."
Glen instantly paled. "You," she paused and swallowed, hoping she had misheard Marys last words, "youre trying to tell me"
"The blood was human."
Glens closed her eyes and leaned back bonelessly in her chair. "Oh, my God." She let go of Marys hand and pinned her with flashing, fearful eyes. "What have you done?" she whispered. What have I done?
"Hello, Brody," Liv greeted warmly.
The tall young mans head snapped up from the magazine he was reading in the booth at the gates of Cobb Manor. "Hello!" His eyes lit up and he tossed his reading aside, stepping outside to join them, and straightening his kilt as he stopped next to Kayla. The breeze blew his shaggy reddish hair in his eyes and he shook his head a little to dislodge it. "I didnt expect you lasses today." Unconsciously, he reached up and fiercely scratched his lightly stubbled cheeks. A sheepish grin curled the corners of his mouth when he realized what he was doing. "One day and Im already thinking a beard isnt for me."
"Looks good though," Liv complimented.
Kayla blinked, then her brow furrowed. Her own hand lifted to her smooth cheeks.
"Stop it," Liv laughed, pulling Kaylas hand down from her face and not letting go once it was back at her lovers side. Its natural warmth seeped through her skin and Liv was hard-pressed not to sigh.
"Your father is going to continue telling us a little family history."
"Ah, excellent!" Brody was never one to pass up a chance at spending some time with the ladies. "Maybe Ill join y Ouch!" A stinging smack to the back of Brodys head interrupted his words. "Hello, Mither," he said without turning around. "I was just"
"Haud yer wheesht, you worthless thing! I wont hear anymore talk of you leaving your job. Who would take the tickets?"
Sylla rested her hands on her wide hips. "And didnt you just ask your faither for next Friday off?" she reminded him impatiently.
Brodys eyes went a little round.
Sylla waggled her finger at her only child. "Dont play the innocent with me, young man. And I know you asked for next Monday off as well "
"To study so I can take exams to get into the University and learn about gardening," he complained.
"Och!" Sylla swung her large arm towards Brody, but this time he dodged out of the way and further infuriated his mother by beginning to laugh. She began chasing after him, swatting at his slender bottom with a frustrated hand. "You want to take the day off so you can take out that trashy Englishwoman from that pub that you think I dont know you go to every evening after work! No good, lad!"
"Ouch!" One of Syllas hands connected with Brodys backside. "Ohh If Mither!" He smiled at Liv and Kayla. "If youll excuse me I should yeow! get back to work." Brody jumped back into his booth and shut the half door behind him, effectively placing himself out of his mothers reach. Then Sylla got a good look at the magazine hed been reading.
"Brody James Cobb!" She began tugging at the door, calling the young man everything short of the Devil himself.
"Now, Mither" he laughed, holding up his hands to ward off further attack.
"And what is that nasty fuzz on your face?" The booth began to rattle. "Did you lose your razor?"
Kayla and Liv exchanged looks and both took off towards the house at a near run, eager to escape Sylla The Sullen, a Cobb family squabble, and the temptation of more shortbread. Liv could swear her jeans were tighter today than theyd been yesterday.
The wind carried Brodys squeals of laughter and Syllas ranting curses all the way to the Manors front door as they let themselves into the large stone building.
Cobb Manor was far more crowded than it had been the day before, and from the foyer Liv and Kayla could see a large tour group being led around by a woman wearing a seventeenth century costume that resembled Syllas. Minus the pink fuzzy slippers.
"Ahh, Ladies!" A deep voice boomed from the stairway as Badger nimbly made his way towards them, his stout, bulky body easily traversing the steps. He stopped at the first landing and he waved with a powerful hand. "I love lasses who know how to tell the time. Forenoon is what I said, and here you are. I just finished popping in on the tour group you just saw. University lasses, here from Cambridge." He wriggled his thick white eyebrows.
Kayla smirked. Apparently, Brody came by his slightly wicked ways quite honestly.
As they drew alongside him Liv could smell the faint, clean scent of soap mixing with his sweet pipe tobacco. He was wearing the same costume he had the day before, but in deference to the chilly weather, his shirt was heavier and it looked slightly more worn.
Badger looked up at Kayla as they walked down the long, dimly lit hallway. "I understand from Sylla you were interested in the library."
Kaylas dark head turned towards Badger. "Well"
"No . um that was me. Id love to see it!" A light flush broke out across Livs cheeks. She hadnt meant to answer for Kayla. "Please," she finished weakly.
Two sets of slightly different colored blue eyes twinkled at the blonde woman in undisguised affection. And Liv found herself tumbling helplessly under both their spells, though for very different reasons.
Badgers deep laugh shook his chest. "Then the library it shall be."
The librarys walls were covered with sturdily built, hardwood bookshelves that ran from floor to ceiling. The musty scent of old paper caused Kayla to sneeze as soon as they walked through the door.
"I do that myself," Badger commented, taking a chair with its back to the window. He handed Kayla a tissue from a box on the table beneath the windowsill. Light spilled in across his broad shoulders, illuminating the swirls of tiny dust motes that danced with his every movement. "The place could use a good airing." He sighed. "But the early rains this autumn have caused Sylla to keep this place shut tight as a drum."
Liv was shifting in her seat next to Kayla, trying to see what was on the shelves in front of her. "Take a look around, lass. Thats why were in this room."
Liv could feel the excitement in her grow as she jumped to her feet. "Thanks. But I dont want to keep you unnecessarily."
Badger blew out a disgusted breath. "Please. If youve seen one tourist youve seen them all. Im more than happy to spend some time in your company."
"We appreciate that," Kayla said seriously, surreptitiously glancing at her watch.
Badger chuckled. Kaylas alert eyes and intelligent face couldnt quite manage to veil her natural impatience. "Perhaps I could start while youre still looking?" He shifted his attention to Liv, who was already caught up in a first edition of Robert Tannahills poetry. "Ahh I see youve found one of my favorites. Are you familiar with his poems?"
"Not really." Her eyes scanned the verses and she allowed the words to paint a picture in her heart. "But theyre beautiful." She ran her fingers over the worn leather cover wistfully. Her stint in the Peace Corps in some of Africas most remote villages had made enjoying hidden treasures like this a near impossibility. Shed nearly forgotten how much she loved the written word in all its forms.
"Of course you havent read him," Badger snorted. "That damn Rabie Burns gets all the attention."
Kayla could feel a sudden flow of wonder and yearning coming from her lover as Liv continued to read and bits and pieces of the words and emotions floating around in the blonde womans mind made themselves known to her. She narrowed her eyes as she considered what she could do about it. And with a slight nod, she silently rose to her feet and stepped over to Badger, bending over to whisper something in his ear.
When she was finished, the old man drew back with his bushy eyebrows nearly on top of his head. Then he nodded and held out his hand. "Its a deal, lass."
Kayla grinned and shook it firmly. A shiver chased up and down her spine and, startled, she looked hard into the mans eyes, searching. Then her gaze flicked to the window over his shoulder.
Badger regarded her kindly and squeezed her hand once more before letting it go. "Its cold in this big place." He patted his woolen kilt. "You get used to it, especially in one of these."
Kayla rubbed the skin on her arms, the hairs still standing on end. "Yeah." The corner of her mouth curved up. "I suppose so." Then she remembered the bargain shed just struck. "Come sit down by me, Liv," she called out softly." She and Badger exchanged smiles. "And bring your book."
Liv sighed and began to slip it back into its spot on the shelf, not understanding the meaning behind Kaylas words. Youll have time to read and explore later. Dont be a baby now. Theyre both waiting. "One second."
"Bring over your book, Liv." Kayla bit her lip, trying to suppress a peal of unexpected laughter that threatened to spill out. Doing something nice for Liv gave her a little thrill that made her feel so good it was almost scary. Then her lovers eyes locked on hers and what she felt down deep inside was nothing like fear.
"My book?" Her fingers instinctively tightened around its worn spine.
Kayla felt heat sting her cheeks and nodded slowly. She swallowed a few times. "Maybe you can read it to me later," she asked hopefully, completely forgetting about the man sitting three paces from her.
"Lord, help me." Badger pinned Liv with a playful glare. "Would you two like to be alone? I can always come back later."
"Oh, God," Liv mumbled, covering her face with her hands.
Heh. I love my life. Badger began to dig his pipe out from his sporran. "Because although it does my old heart good to see such a happy young couple, a man can only stand so much of the love-sick eyes before he keels over."
Kayla closed her eyes and groaned out her embarrassment. What on Earth is wrong with me today? Im practically a puddle around her.
Sensing her friends embarrassment, Liv crossed the room and put herself between Badger and Kayla, blocking Badgers view of her partner. She leaned over and kissed Kaylas cheek, "Thank you, honey," she whispered softly. "Something this old isnt cheap."
Kayla squirmed uncomfortably. She just knew Badger was sniggering at her behind Livs back. Old fart. But Ive got Liv and youve got that battle-ax Sylla. So there!
Badger began to hack. He pulled his pipe from between his teeth as a cloud of smoke surrounded his head.
"Youre worth it, Liv," Kayla said, honestly but quietly.
Liv cupped Kaylas chin and tilted her head up. "Thank you." Then on impulse, she turned around and planted a kiss on Badgers cheek, the bristly hairs of his beard tickling her mouth. "Thank you, Badger. Its a beautiful book."
His face was beet red from his coughing and somehow, after Livs kiss, it just got worse.
Now it was Kaylas turn to snicker. Loudly.
"Ack." He wiped his cheek with his hand. "Youre welcome, lass. Now go sit by that tall friend of yours so I can start up my tale," Badger told her gruffly.
But Liv could see he really wasnt angry. Still smiling, she joined Kayla on a small love seat.
Badger pointed a thick finger to an afghan that hung over the back of the chair. "You might want to cover yersels. With no fireplace, this room is a wee bit colder than where we were yesterday."
Kayla and Liv dutifully complied and snuggled closely together with the warm blanket covering their legs.
"Now, in case youve forgotten..." He knew damn well they hadnt forgotten; but story telling usually is most effective when the storyteller uses some sort of lead-in. "It was the year of our Lord sixteen hundred and ninety, and it was a cold, unforgiving November in the American Colonies ."
"No ." Bridget murmured. "I it too cold." Her entire body jerked as though she was struggling against some unknown force.
Dazed green eyes slowly fluttered open. "Bridget?" Faylinn tiredly lifted her head and peered at Bridgets face, studying it through the shadows.
Rain still pelted the stables, its staccato rhythm magnified by the stillness of the room.
Faylinns eyes went round and any trace of sleepiness vanished before her next heartbeat. "God." A small, trembling hand moved to Bridgets forehead and a tendril of stark terror wound its way around Faylinns heart and tightened.
Bridget was on fire.
The tall womans body convulsed in the throws of her fever and nightmare. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and salty sweat poured from her face, pooling in the hollow of her throat and drenching her hair. "Ca-ca-cold."
Faylinn sat up and straightened the horse blanket that covered Bridget. Then she scrambled off the bed completely and tucked the musty quilt tightly around the shivering womans body. She could feel herself beginning to panic. Bridget had had a fever when theyd arrived. But not like this. It felt like her wobbly legs might suddenly give way and Faylinn leaned against the wall with one hand, its cool, rough surface scraping her palm. "Oh, God. Oh, God," she chanted, eyes closed. "Its happening again and I cant stop it. I dont know what to do."
The blonde bolted for the door. Her hands automatically moved down to lift skirts that werent there and her fingertips brushed her heavy woolen trousers instead. She threw open the door and a blast of cooler air raced over her skin and the scent of clean hay and manure wafted up to greet her. "Will? Are you here?"
Only a gray, hazy light filtered through the cracks around the door, cutting into the darkness. Her eyes scanned the room, darting in and out of the shadows. The workbench where Will and Katie tended Bridgets wounds had been rinsed clean of blood, and the clothes theyd had to cut off Bridgets brutalized body were no longer strewn carelessly on the dirt floor.
Faylinn squinted as she walked through the stables, which was empty save for a pair of scruffy, gray mules and a sleeping dog, whose light snores could be heard from across the room. She moved towards the light and nervously yanked open the stable door. How long had she and Bridget been asleep? It was impossible to tell.
The rain was cascading down in great sheets, as though she was standing in the center of a roaring waterfall. But if she looked hard enough, she could barely make out the outline of the Beynon farmhouse in the distance.
The mules whinnied loudly, stamping their hooves as cold, damp air flooded their stalls and the wind scattered the loose hay against the stable walls.
Faylinn wrung her hands. She didnt care at all about the icy rain. She would walk through the fires of Hell if it would help Bridget. But she couldnt leave her alone. Not now. What if I left her and . No. She shook her head violently. Im not going anywhere.
An anguished scream from the back room propelled Faylinns heart into her throat and she bolted back past the stalls. She entered the small room half-expecting to see Bridget on her feet or on the floor, having fallen. Instead, the dark-haired woman was lying on the bed, eyes closed, the blankets balled in white-knuckled fists.
"Bridget." Faylinn rushed to the bed. "Stop. Youre going to tear your stitches. Calm down!"
Faylinns raised voice caused Bridgets movements to grow wilder, and after staring at her for a second, body frozen in shock, the younger woman forcibly took hold of her scattered emotions. She dropped to her knees and, heedless of Bridgets greasy, sweat-soaked skin, peppered the bruised face with the softest of kisses. "Bridget, calm down," she soothed, pressing her cheek to the brunettes. "Its all right. Go back to sleep."
"Hurry," Bridget hissed, shaking. Scowling, she jerked her face away from Faylinns. "Cold." The words were as full of fear as impatience.
"I know." Tears stung Faylinns eyes and she ruthlessly blinked them away. Sitting up, she re-tucked the blankets around her sister-in-law and then threw another log on the fire, stoking it with a long stick that was propped up against the wall. She stripped off her borrowed trousers and climbed back into bed, moving as close as she dared, and pressing her legs against Bridgets, trying to share her body heat. "Im so sorry." She lightly stroked Bridgets face with one hand, her fingers deftly avoiding the many cuts as the room grew brighter from the force of the flames.
"Bridget, you will be fine." She knew the words were as much for herself as her injured companion but she continued her litany of encouragement anyway. "You must. Do you hear me?"
"No," Bridget said weakly. "You dont understand." She pawed at her blanket. "Hurry."
Faylinn frowned. "You dont have to hurry, Bridget. Youre safe here, love." At least for the time being.
Bridget began to thrash, grimacing at the pain the action caused her broken arm. "Hes in the cold!"
Faylinn shook her head. "No. No one is in the"
"Henry," Bridget cried softly. "Hes still out there."
It was like having a bucket of ice water dumped over her head. Faylinn blinked stupidly for several long seconds until the words penetrated her brain. Instinctively, she covered her ears with her palms and curled up into a tight ball. She couldnt think straight as images assaulted her and recent memories threatened to drown her, dragging her into their madness and despair. But, the soft mewing of the woman she loved wouldnt allow her to withdraw completely.
Sky-blue eyes worked furiously beneath closed lids. "I failed. I tried but my fault." Bridget licked her dry lips. "Sor-sorry."
Faylinns head snapped up at the words. "Dont say that,"
she whispered harshly, clinging to Bridgets side. "Its not
your fault. By God, none of it was! How can you think that?" she anguished.
Youre the only one without blame. And youve suffered so.
Bridgets hand found Faylinns and she gripped it tightly. "But hes cold and wet," she breathed raggedly. "I can feel it." Bridgets mind flashed to her toddler nephew huddled in the hollow of a tree, his body shaking from the cold, his laughing gray eyes glazed and unseeing.
Faylinns breathing hitched and she had to swallow a few times before she could find her voice. "Hes not ." She stopped again, willing herself not fall apart. "Hes not outside in the cold, Bridget." Unbidden, the thought of her son in a grave flashed before her eyes, twisting the knife in her gut.
A wretched expression twisted Bridgets beautiful, damaged face. "I cant find him. Im trying so hard. You have to believe me," she begged, starting to cry. "Please."
"God, forgive me." This guilt will follow me to the grave. As I deserve. "I should have believed then but I was afraid. I do believe you now."
"You dont!" The voice was a deep, guttural growl.
"Yes," Faylinn swore fervently. "I will always believe you." Give me the chance to prove that, Bridget. "Shh " she soothed, and carefully pushed clinging bangs from Bridgets forehead. She scooted up to the head of the bed and, through sheer determination alone, managed to get into position so that she was cradling the larger woman with strong, if shaky, arms. Faylinn was panting by the time she was finished, but it seemed to help.
Bridgets breathing began to slow and even out, and her violent thrashing came to an end.
From behind Bridget, Faylinn rested her chin on a broad shoulder as a trickle of perspiration dripped from her own brow onto Bridgets bare skin. She could feel the steady rhythm of Bridgets heart against her own chest and the wet material of Bridgets shirt stuck to hers. For a moment she became light-headed and wished she hadnt stoked the fire. But it passed and she felt herself growing sleepy. Lazily, she shifted and placed a kiss on the top of Bridgets head.
"I cant find"
Please, not again. The blonde woman held her tighter. "You did find him, Bridget. You did everything right." She paused. "Hes safe now."
Bridget seemed not to want to believe the gentle voice near her ear. The words couldnt be true, could they? She was still looking. And it was so dark. When she was a girl she was afraid of the dark. Henry would be too. But the calming words were spoken so softly, so lovingly, that couldnt help but believe them. "Hes safe?"
Faylinn voice cracked. "Yes."
Bridget sighed and her body began to relax. "Warm?" she questioned finally, the word barely audible.
Hot tears streamed down Faylinns cheeks and dripped into Bridgets hair. She moved her lips close the darker womens ear. "Yes, love. Hes warm." A small bittersweet smile touched quivering lips. "Sleep now. Nothing can hurt him, I promise."
"Im not a witch."
The unexpected words were said in such a clear, true voice, that, for a moment, Faylinn thought they came from someone else. She gently turned Bridgets face to the side and found a pair of bloodshot, sky-blue eyes peering tiredly back at her. Awake. Alive. The strength of her watery smile grew. Thank you. "It wouldnt matter if you were a witch," she told her gently, meaning every word. "Not to me."
Bridget sighed and her eyes drifted shut. I need I need you so.
Faylinn heard the words in her own mind and bit back a sob. Needs me? Oh, God.
Bridget murmured something unintelligible as she finally succumbed to her need for deep, healing sleep and her muscles turned to water.
"Thats right." Faylinn exhaled raggedly, feeling the racking tension in her body finally begin to ebb. "Rest," she said again, running her fingers through Bridgets thick tresses.
Faylinn began to softly croon a Scottish lullaby. It was one she sang to Henry that her own mother had sung to her whenever was ill as a child. Even at her tender age, the sunny summers of her past seemed so long ago and far away that her mind could barely grasp them. They vanished like wisps of smoke between her fingers.
A crackling bolt of lightning tore through the sky above the Beynon farm. Exhaustedly, Faylinn clung to Bridget with all her might, refusing to let her go. "You are not a witch, Bridget Redding. But youve enchanted me just the same."
Badger stopped his tale and dug thick fingers into his well-worn tobacco pouch in order to reload his pipe. He glanced up from his task and what he saw caused his hands to still. "Are you lasses all right?"
Kayla exhaled, feeling a little stunned and light-headed. Damn, how long have I been holding my breath?
Liv could only nod. The telling of young Henrys death and the toll it had taken on his mother had hit her especially hard the first time, dredging up her own insecurities regarding her parents and the little brother she raised herself. Its retelling was having the same effect and she was plainly rattled.
Kayla grasped Livs hand and threaded their fingers together, giving it a little squeeze. Her forehead creased in thought for a split second before she pinned Badger with intense blue eyes. "Does she die?"
The man looked a little surprised. "Faylinn or Bridget?"
Kaylas jaw visibly sagged. "Bu-But . Shes not even hurt. What do you mean, Faylinn?" she demanded. Taking Livs hand with her she propped her elbows on her knees and leaned forward to better hear Badgers answer, despite the fact that the mans voice rang out clearly in the room. "Just tell us!"
Badger scratched his chin through his thick beard and addressed Liv. "Is she always so bossy?"
"Hey!" Kayla complained loudly, sitting up ramrod straight.
Badger ignored the tall woman completely. "How do you stand it, Liv?"
"Shes not bossy," Liv informed him flatly. Then her eyes took on a familiar twinkle and she smiled, feeling herself relax a little. "Just a little umm intense. But only sometimes," she added quickly, already hearing her lovers growl in the back of her mind.
"Hey!" Kayla repeated, this time shooting a glare at Liv.
Badger grinned unrepentantly, raised a bushy eyebrow, and said, "Articulate too, I see."
Liv sighed. Two peas in a pod. She slapped Kaylas thigh playfully. She leaned close and whispered, "Youre expressive and intense in ways Badger cant even imagine. And I love you to pieces."
Kayla squared her shoulders and grumbled to herself, "Thats a little better." But she was still scowling. "I guess."
Badger regarded both women kindly, his thick Scottish brogue and deep voice recapturing their attention with ease. "I can see that neither one of you is going to last for the long but highly interesting telling. Too bad too." He shook his head sadly but his stare was only mildly reproachful. "So let me make things plain for you. Both Faylinn and Bridget died"
"What?" Liv and Kayla cried in unison.
Badger held up his hands. "Och! If youd let me finish you wouldnt fash yersels so. They both died eventually. But not for many, many years after the terrible events of Cobb Island."
"Thank goodness." Liv closed her eyes.
Badger chuckled. "Feel better now? Or shall I stop?" he asked innocently, not looking up from his pipe.
"No!" they chorused incredulously.
He bit back a smile. "Ill take that as a no."
Kayla was tempted to blurt out smartass but prudently held her tongue. She was rewarded by a tiny hand squeeze from Liv, who recognized she was making an effort. Which was hard considering she hadnt missed the gleeful look in Badgers eyes as he teased her. How does Liv get along with everyone from flirty teenagers to crusty old Scotsmen? And even more bizarre, why would she want to?
Badger finally pushed a large pinch of tobacco into the bowl of his meerschaum pipe and brushed away a few stray shreds that speckled the rim. "Weel, Ive no problem continuing. Ill gab all day if you like." He winked. "Anything to avoid Sylla, ya know." Placing his tobacco pouch back into his sporran he shifted his bulky body in the chair to get more comfortable again. "But seein as how I let the cat out of the bag about Bridget stayin alive, how about I skip ahead a wee bit of time past some of her recovery?"
A dark head nodded. "Absolutely. Its about time to fast forward. Im especially hoping"
Badger lifted an eyebrow and Liv clamped her hand over Bridgets mouth. "Shes especially hoping that youll tell us the story exactly as you see fit."
"Oh, I can see that," Badger laughed.
Kayla nipped Livs palm with sharp teeth, earning a high pitched yelp.
"Well, at least youre not kissin each other again," Badger said wryly. Though it always lightened his heart to see people truly in love. Hed seen it with his own parents, enjoyed the blessing himself, but knew it was sadly lacking in todays world.
The stout man cleared his voice. "Here we go then. A thin blanket of snow and ice covered the Virginia coast as a harsh autumn gave way to an equally unforgiving winter ."
A frigid wind howled outside the small room in the back of the Beynon stable. She paced the room, oblivious to the fireplace shed let grow cold. She wore a pair of Wills dark-brown, buckskin, hunting trousers and a new navy-blue, woolen shirt that Faylinn had made for her during the past month. The cloth was well worn but clean, having been recycled from several shirts that were too small for even Faylinn. One sleeve had been made extra-wide so it would fit over the splint on Bridgets left arm, and the collar and pocket hung slightly askew.
She smoothed her sleeve fondly and recalled the many nights Faylinn had toiled away with a needle and thread in front of the flickering fire, her pale brows drawn together in utter concentration. Despite her worry, Bridget chuckled. It was truly the ugliest piece of clothing shed ever owned. And she couldnt have loved it more had it been spun of pure gold.
"Where are you?" Bridget whispered worriedly as she pulled open the rickety shutter and peered out into the cold night. "Faylinn, must you always be late?" They needed a clock, she decided. That way she could stare at it all night and feel justified in worrying over her companion so. But I must be careful and pay attention or Ill smother her as my pig brother Cyril did. But it was full dark outside and Liv, Will, and Katie had promised theyd be back from town by late this afternoon, which was now long past.
The trio had left at sunrise the day before, intent on reaching town early enough to shop at the mercantile and locate a reasonably priced inn for the night. Will usually camped in the rough on his monthly trips for basic foodstuffs, tools, and the like, but hed decided to make this trip a holiday treat for his wife and Faylinn, whom hed come to think of as a daughter. If this months shipment of slaves had arrived, the runners would have pumped untold amounts of coin back into the local economy before heading back to sea. If the shipment hadnt arrived, the shops would still be chock-full of wares to catch their attention and tempt the plantation owner, who had come to buy.
Bridget had fought hard to come along, though she was barely healed enough to be out of bed. But Will had told her bluntly that the story of her suicide had spread through the Colony like wildfire. And that made her decision for her. At the very least the Beynons would forfeit their homestead for harboring a fugitive. But for Faylinn things would be much, much worse.
The Crown recognized no distinction between those in league with a servant of Satan and the servant herself. Methods employed for gaining confessions were often worse than the ultimate punishment itself. Swinging at the end of a rope would be a kind fate for Faylinn, Bridget had thought sarcastically.
Then there was Cyrils death, for which Faylinn would surely be blamed. Bridget sighed. In a very real way, Bridget Redding and Faylinn Cobb Redding were and would forever remain dead.
You already knew that, Bridget reminded herself grimly. But shed never really had time to think about what her life had become. She was too busy trying to save Faylinn then stay alive. Now she could clearly see what she had really asked of her sister-in-law when she begged the younger woman to steal away with her in the night. God. Bridget had closed her eyes, feeling the mantle of guilt resting heavily on tired shoulders. Ive stolen a life I fear I can no longer protect.
Against Faylinns protests, Bridget had gone for a long, painful walk in the woods alone. Shed desperately needed some time to process what had happened and would happen now. Her head and arm had throbbed and shed felt slightly queasy and winded after the first few paces, but a larger part of her reveled in the freedom of the clean cold that flooded her lungs and the brightness of the newly fallen snow. Forgive me my ill-tempered words, Faylinn, but if I dont have this time I shall go mad.
Stress and a nagging flu no doubt brought on by a horrific boat ride
in the pouring rain where each woman had taken one oar and rowed for hours to
save their lives had plagued Faylinn for weeks. It was only this week
that her body seemed to begin adapting to the shock of what had happened on
Cobb Island and the new stresses of frontier life.
It never even occurred to Bridget that though Faylinn still grieved for her son, more often than not, she was happier than shed ever been. The bright innocence in her emerald eyes had been tempered. But the result was something deeper and infinitely more compelling. Faylinn seemed older and more thoughtful, yet somehow lighter too. She cried more, but she laughed more as well and, as always, her gentle touch was a balm to Bridgets soul.
But none of that mattered, because she knew that Faylinn was unselfishly making the best of things for her own sake. Its just like her to suffer in silence. She did it with Cyril and now shes doing it with me. In a matter of seconds, Bridget found herself in a full-fledged, self-pitying, foul mood.
Slowly, shed made her way back to the stables only to find Faylinn standing outside in the cold, waiting for her.
"I cant leave you here alone," Faylinn had told her, her eyes a little panicky. "You still need help."
But at that moment, Faylinns pity was more than Bridget could bear. Theyd argued bitterly, exchanging harsh, hurtful words as they never had before, until, finally, Bridget had gotten her way. A heavy sensation settled in her chest as the confrontation from the morning before came crashing back.
"Pity? What do you mean pity?" The fair-haired women stared at Bridget in disbelief.
Blue eyes flashed angrily even as tears began to well in them. "You heard me, Faylinn. It was, and is, not your place to play nurse-nanny to me every second of every day!"
Faylinns hand clenched at her sides. "And just who was going to dress and feed you? Keep your wounds clean and your body washed? And yes, by God, even clear away your chamber pot when you could not? Hmm?"
"I dont know!" Bridget shouted back, confused. Suddenly she couldnt meet Faylinns sharp gaze. Things were spiraling out of control and she couldnt seem to stop them. "I can manage on my own now." That was a lie and she knew it.
Faylinn shook her head, fighting the urge to lash back. But Bridget wasnt making it easy. "Be reasonable, Bridget. Even now, you still cannot"
"I am not an invalid!" Bridgets voice dropped an octave and took on an icy edge that Faylinn had never had directed towards her before. "Though you seem to believe that I am."
Faylinns cheeks took on an angry flush and she took a step closer to Bridget. "I never said that. I never even thought it!" But then, and at the worst possible moment, her eyes fixed itself on Bridgets splinted arm. How that must hurt. She blinked as exactly what she was doing hit her. Her eyes snapped upward but it was too late. The raw pain that chased its way across Bridgets face made her gasp.
"Thats right." Bridgets entire body went still. "Set wrong, I suspect. Its basically useless. A burden." She cocked her head slightly to the side and her dark brows pulled together. "Like me."
"Oh, God, please dont think thats what I believe." Faylinns eyes went glassy and she wiped at them frantically. "That thats not ."
Bridget turned her back on her friend and stared at the glowing orange and red coals in the fireplace. In one glance her faith in herself had been shaken to the very core and her fears confirmed. "No need to fuss, Faylinn. Despite my current condition, I am more than capable of caring for myself. "
Faylinn ran a shaky hand through her hair. "As long as you dont want to get back up if you fall," she snorted as the last of her patience vanished. "Or you dont want to fasten the ties of your clothing. Or"
The older womans face contorted in rage and she whirled around, ignoring a wave of dizziness. "I will be fine. Go!" She pointed to the door with a trembling hand. "Get out of this wretched, smelly room. I dont need you at all!"
It felt like a stinging slap to the face. But Faylinn didnt recoil. Instead of fleeing the room, as Bridget knew she would, she marched up to the dark-haired woman, seething. She grabbed two large fists full of Bridgets shirt and yanked her down towards her. They were nose to nose, feeling hot, labored breaths against her lips. Her heart began to pound out of her chest and for a split second Faylinn had the strongest urge to barely tilt her chin and brush her lips .
Bridgets words startled her, forcing her back to the moment. She shook her head. "You, Bridget Redding, are the most idiotic woman on Gods Earth." Heedless of Bridgets arm, she shook her roughly, feeling the muffled groans of pain as though they were her very own. But she didnt stop. "What you see in my eyes when they look at you is not pity, you imbecile!" Her gaze found her hands and she stared at them as though they belonged to someone else. She uncoiled her trembling fists and let them fall to her sides.
Their eyes met and Bridget found herself holding her breath.
Dumbstruck, Bridget watched as Faylinn turned on her heels, grabbed her cloak from the peg near the door and marched out of the room, grumbling loudly all the while. She should, she knew, go after Faylinn, drop to her knees and beg her forgiveness. Instead, she watched in pained silence as the other woman trudged angrily towards the Beynon house and away from her.
"Bloody hell!" Bridget cradled her left arm, and tapped impatiently on the splint. Violently, she tore it off her arm, nearly biting her lip through in agony. "That," she hissed through clenched teeth, "was not smart." She could feel some sensation in her hand and fingers but couldnt make a fist or even bend it at the elbow. For all intents and purposes it hung limply at her side like a piece of meat. Useless.
Her cuts and bruises had faded, and shed been making slow but steady progress in gaining back most of the weight, but only some of the stamina, that shed lost over the past six weeks. But in Bridgets mind it wasnt nearly enough. Faylinn needed her now more than ever.
She rested her forehead in her hand and sighed raggedly. How had things gotten so out of control and changed so quickly. While she had always spent a fair amount of her time on the mainland, Cobb Island was still her home. Judith and Afia and even Elizabeth were her family. Now she was as unsure of her own place as she was Faylinns.
Will snapped the reins of his cart sharply and the mule dutifully complied, picking up his sluggish pace. Lifting the tri-horn hat from his head, he gazed up at the blanket of twinkling stars and scowled. "Lazy beast. We should have been home hours ago." He replaced his hat. "Snows not that deep."
"Mmm." Katie agreed softly as she patted Wills leg. She shifted on the seat next to him, tilting her head closer to his. "Ive no doubt Bridget is at this very moment climbing the walls, blaspheming all the while."
Will snorted. "It wouldnt surprise me one bit to see her on the road up ahead, waiting." They werent but a mile or so from home and Will guided his cart off the path that ran along the coast and over a grassy, snow-covered hill.
"She certainly cares for her sister-in-law." Katies tone was full of honest admiration. "God bless them, they are the picture of sisterly devotion."
"Sisterly?" Wills eyebrows crawled up his forehead and stayed. He turned to his wife and opened his mouth.
The air was silent except for the dull thudding of the mules hooves and the creaking of the wheels. "Ummm " He quickly thought of the young woman huddled in the back of his cart and gave his head a little shake. "Not a blessed thing, sweet Katie." Lord above, what was I thinkin? He had nearly violated one of lifes sacred rules and he repeated it over in his head, lest he forget again sometime soon. What Katie doesnt know cant hurt me. What Katie doesnt know cant hurt me.
The cart lurched heavily to one side and Faylinns head jerked up and right into a small keg of beer. "Oww." She rubbed the spot just above her ear.
"Serves you right for falling asleep back there," Will said gruffly.
"That means: Im sorry for steering the cart right into that big hole and Ill try to be more careful in the future," Katie explained to Faylinn, who chuckled quietly.
Faylinn rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Apology accepted, Will."
The man didnt answer verbally but his face creased into a happy smile.
Faylinn pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders and tilted her head towards the sky. It was a moonless, cloudless night and it looked as though God had scattered a hand full of glittering diamonds into a great black sea. "Were late," she commented absently.
Will snapped the reins again in response.
Katie heard Faylinns sigh and reached back to squeeze the young womans shoulder. "Shell be fine."
Faylinn swallowed and nodded. "I know she will. Im just being silly, I suppose. But Do you think shell have eaten?" Bridget hated to cook and Faylinn pictured her having nothing but jerky and stale bread over the past two days.
Will burst out laughing. "If she hasnt eaten in the past two days shell either be dead or weaker than gnats piss by the time we get home."
"Will!" Katie scolded. "Watch your language."
The man smiled sheepishly and leaned backwards over his seat, making a great show of tipping his hat to Faylinn. Any sense of class-consciousness had long since disappeared between them but it was still worth teasing over. "My apologies, Mistress Redding."
Katie narrowed her hazel eyes at her husband. "I said hush. No more teasin the girl. Its right for her to be concerned about her own kinfolk. It wasnt so many days ago that we were thinking wed be buryin Bridget before the first hard freeze."
"What?" Faylinn gasped.
"Big mouth," Will grumbled to Katie. Then he moved to assure Faylinn. "Bridget is a strong woman and shes well enough to be left alone or we wouldnt have left her in the first place." And she needs some space to breath. Though Will prudently kept that thought to himself.
Faylinn fingered the small bundle tucked beneath her cloak. "I I suppose she is." But their parting argument had left her feeling unsettled and shaky. In the months since theyd met, she and Bridget had rarely exchanged a cross word. Until now. Part of her was petrified that theyd return to the homestead to find Bridget gone.
"Wilfred is right. Concern is fine, worry will only give you gray hairs." Katie pointed to her own salt-and-peppered head. "If this isnt proof, I dont know what is!"
"Be quiet, woman," Will admonished.
Katie blithely ignored him. "Faylinn, how are you feeling?"
"Fine." A pause. "I think."
"Youre still tired." It wasnt a question.
Faylinns eyes slid shut and she shivered. "A little, I guess." Shed had a comfortable bed with a feather-filled mattress all to herself the night before but still hadnt slept a wink. She missed the warm body she curled up against each night. "Though I did fall asleep back here."
"Only the good Lord above will ever know how with the way my Will drives."
Will turned to his wife and frowned. "Next time Im leavin you at home, nag!"
"You are not," Katie informed him bluntly.
"If you sass me like that again, I most certainly will!" He puffed up his chest, daring her to say differently. Which, of course, she immediately did.
"Ha! You will "
Faylinn shook her head as the couple bickered. Shed never seen two people who loved each other so, argue so bitterly. And strangely, that made her feel a little bit better about her and Bridget. Youre every bit as stubborn as Will, Bridget. And I love you every bit as much as Katie does him. They hadnt so much as shared a kiss since that single, desperate time, the night Bridget was to be executed. Still, she knew she held Bridgets heart, she only hoped that after they spoke this night Bridget would still want hers. The mere thought of another confrontation caused Faylinns stomach to churn mercilessly. And she wrapped her arms around herself in mute comfort.
Then the arguing and the wagon came to an abrupt halt.
"Here we are."
Faylinn looked up in surprise. They were parked right outside the stable.
Will jumped down from his seat and stretched with a loud groan. He quickly unhooked the mule and led her inside, telling her how, come next spring, she was going to be turned into several new pair of boots and a set of tack.
The blood drained from Faylinns face when she looked at the door. She should see a trail of smoke coming from the chimney above but not a single sliver of light shone through the shutters.
"Thank you for the beautiful cloth and keg of beer for Will." Katies exhale sent a cloud of fog spiraling upward. "We didnt expect any Christmas gifts."
Faylinn pushed away thoughts of Bridget for just a moment and smiled weakly at Katie. "Then why I am wearing a new dress?" It was as simple and shapeless as a dress could be. But it was made by Katies own hand and Faylinn had come to realize just how precious a commodity cloth was. The gift was yet another kindness from a couple whose generosity already astounded her.
Katies blush was evident even in the starlight. "Well, it would hardly be proper for you to go walking about town dressed as a man."
Unlike Bridget, who frequently wore trousers, they had taken some getting used to for Faylinn. Though she had to admit they seemed far more practical now that shed actually tried them out.
"Did you enjoy town? A far cry from London I suspect."
Faylinn smiled gently. "It wasnt London, Katie. And it didnt need to be. I had a grand time. Thank you for the invitation."
Unlike Bridget, Faylinn had spent her entire time in the Colonies on Cobb Island. On the mainland, she was just another young woman, completely anonymous unless she happened to run into one of the Naval Officers with whom Cyril had done business. But Will had assured her that if she steered clear of the local docks, taverns, and brothel, she would have nothing to fear. But just in case, the young woman never lowered her cloaks hood.
In town, Will had helped her pawn a necklace Cyril had given Faylinn as a wedding gift. The amount she received for it was a paltry sum for a piece of jewelry of passable quality. But it allowed her to buy gifts for the Beynons and still have plenty left over to purchase a few food items and sneak them into Katies crate. Her favorite gift, however, she had yet to give.
Faylinn grinned. "I felt much more comfortable in town with this on than I would have wearing trousers. Thank you again." The grin slipped as Faylinn eased herself out the back of the small cart.
"Dont fret so much." Katie pulled the smaller woman into a tight hug and pressed her lips to Faylinns cold ear. "She will understand."
Faylinn nodded. "Merry Merry Christmas, Kat" Her throat closed tightly and she bolted past Will, who was exiting the stable.
"Whoa." He turned worried eyes on his wife as he hefted the small keg of beer onto one shoulder and Katie helped him lay a fifty-pound sack of flour on the other. "Is she all right?"
Katie filled her arms with the bolt of cloth and a wooden crate full of cooking suppliesshed have to make another trip for the rest. "If shes not, youll be diggin that grave for Bridget Redding you were so worried about before."
Wills wide eyes followed his wifes portly form as it plowed through the snow towards their house. "Uh oh."
The dog ran up to Faylinn as soon as she entered the stable. He howled his greeting, his shaggy body shaking wildly as he rubbed himself against her skirt. "Hello, boy. Yeah," she cooed fondly, "I missed you too." She sighed. "And someone else who lives here." She gave him a gentle pat on the head and straightened, exhaling with exaggerated slowness. Her eyes were riveted to the door to the back room. From inside of the stables, she now could see the tiniest slice of golden light coming from beneath the doorway and spilling out onto the fragrant hay that lined the floor. Thank God. No matter what, at least shes here. Asleep, Ill hazard.
"Im going to go in there now," Faylinn told herself firmly, setting her resolve. But her feet didnt move. She looked down in disgust. "All right, this time I mean it." And with gritted teeth, she forced herself across the room. She felt as if she was wading through a thick molasses swamp. Every step was a colossal effort as her disobedient legs did their best to ignore her brains command to hurry up and get this over with.
When she finally reached the door she groaned and let her forehead rest against the cool wood as she closed her eyes. Go on, Faylinn. You cannot avoid her forever. Pushing away from the door, she pulled the edges of her cloak together and dropped her hood, her golden hair spilling out over her shoulders. She swallowed and reached out for the door handle, but before she could open it, it flew open. "Whoa!" She stumbled backwards to avoid being struck.
When she found her legs, she glanced up. Breathless, she drank in the sight before her.
Bridget stood tall and proud in the bedroom doorway, backlit by a small flickering candle that cast long shadows across the walls. Her long hair was slightly disheveled as if shed been sleeping or out in the wind.
Even through the near darkness Faylinn could see the keen awareness in her features.
The familiar thought that Bridget looked larger than life raced through Faylinns mind and, despite her concern, she was hard-pressed not to swoon. "Umm " Bridget was staring at her and she found herself slightly tongue-tied. A little self-consciously, she squared her own shoulders. She can see right through me. I know she can. "Hello."
Shes all right. "Faylinn," Bridget acknowledged quietly. She stared down at her own boots for a moment before her eyes lifted. "Youre Umm Youre late." Dammit, that is not what I wanted to say.
Faylinn nodded slowly. At least shes still talking to me. She starting moving forward, and Bridget backed into the room and allowed her to pass.
Faylinn immediately noticed the cold fireplace but decided not to comment. She tucked her hands inside her cloak. "We got more snow last night and the road was slow traveling."
"Its all right." Bridget shrugged one shoulder with forced casualness. "I wasnt really worried."
A tiny smile twitched at Faylinns lips. "You werent, huh?" she challenged quietly.
Bridgets eyes softened in response to Faylinns smile and a tentative grin eased over worried features. "No. Not at all. Though I did miss you." After a seconds debate, she held one arm out in invitation.
Faylinn couldnt close the distance between them fast enough. Her shoes scraped loudly on the rough wooden floors and before she knew it she was wrapped tightly in Bridgets embrace. Her pulse was pounding so loudly she could barely hear anything else, and she felt Bridgets thumping wildly against her chest in return. She wrapped her arms as tightly around the other woman as she dared, her relief so staggering she thought her knees would give way. "Im sor"
They both stopped and laughed in simple relief, though there was still a very faint, underlying tension between them.
"God, Bridget," Faylinn drew in a greedy breath of the darker womans scent, allowing it to flood her senses and calm her, "I wasnt " She stopped and swallowed past the lump in her throat, startled at how much just saying the words hurt. "I wasnt sure if youd be here when I got back. I know youve been going mad under my constant care. Its just just" The words came out in a jumbled rush. "But I you were hurt. And I couldnt make you I just needed to help you."
Bridget pressed her nose in Faylinns hair and mumbled against the silken strands. "I know. It really is all right, Faylinn." She soaked in the sensation of Faylinn in her arms and faced up to a very basic truth about herself. "Ill never leave you. I know Im quite impossible sometimes." She licked her lips nervously but was determined to press on. "I love you far too much to even consider living without you, whether it is best for you in the long run or not." She placed a tender kiss on Faylinns head. "To my great shame, I am doubtlessly the most selfish bitch alive."
"You are not!" Faylinn shouted. "How can you question this? I know you feel it too. You are best for me in the long and short run. Dont you dare say any different, Bridget," she warned her seriously. "I mean it. I have the Devils own temper when pushed." She stamped her foot for emphasis. "Hearing you talk like that taxes me beyond all reason. And if you do it again, Ill Well, Ill . I dont know! But it will be fearsome. I guarantee that!"
A small, unexpected laugh bubbled up from within Bridget. "Fearsome?"
"Dont you dare laugh at me!" But Faylinn couldnt help but crack a smile herself. "You are quite stuck with me, whether you want to be or not." The curve of sensual lips, flash of white teeth, and eyes suddenly brimming with glittering tears let Faylinn know just how Bridget felt about that. Faylinn let out another more relaxed laugh.
Bridget drew in a deep breath and for a second Faylinn worried she would have another fight on her hands. But instead, to her delight, Bridget only nodded. "We are stuck with each other," she corrected warmly. Low and sweet, her voiced wrapped itself around Faylinns heart.
In the decades that still stretched before them, each would talk of many things, argue over countless subjects, and evoke tears of pain and laughter from the other. This question, however, was settled firmly on that cold Christmas Eve night for all time.
Faylinn reluctantly loosened her death grip on Bridget, already missing the comforting warmth shed been deprived of the past two days. Feeling drained, but knowing they still had several important things to discuss, she curled her fingers around Bridgets and led her to the bed where they both sat down.
Bridget gently pushed Faylinns cloak from her shoulders. "Just a moment." The cloth was cold and damp and she got up to hang it near the fireplace.
She could feel something in the inside pocket and caught sight of the very tip of a bright red ribbon. She opened the cloak a little more for a better view and smiled to herself, knowing she had a gift for Faylinn hidden away as well. She wondered idly if the younger woman would make her wait until Christmas morning for her booty.
"No peeking," Faylinn called to her sternly.
Bridget jumped a little and her cheeks colored as though she were a child caught stealing sweets from her mothers pantry. "That was not nice, Faylinn."
"It was so. Not nice would be making you wait till New Years just for peeking."
Bridget arched an eyebrow at her companions wicked streak and padded back to the bed. She sat down and kicked her feet up onto the soft surface. The silence between them lingered and, after the high emotions surrounding Faylinns homecoming, for once it was Bridget who found herself wanting to break it. Relentlessly, she picked at a loose thread in the quilt. Since this appears to be a night for confessions and brutal honesty . "Faylinn?"
"Hmm?" Faylinn answered absently. She was twirling a lock of glossy dark hair between her fingers, enjoying its coarse but silky texture and the way the candlelight seemed to make it shimmer.
"It is ." Bridget stopped and kicked herself for not knowing where to start. But this was so hard.
"Yes?" Faylinn smoothed back Bridgets unruly tresses and did her best to sit and wait patiently. The confused, stressed look on Bridgets face, however, was enough to make her anxiety mount.
"My foul temper since coming to the mainland has not solely been because I needed to get out of this God be damned room for a while." Bridget gathered her courage and forced herself to tell Faylinn everything. "Ive needed you these past weeks. I still do." Bridget looked away and completely missed Faylinns heartfelt smile. "More than Ive ever needed anyone or anything in my life."
"I need you too, Bridget. You"
"Let me finish." She pressed two fingers against Faylinns lips and continued despite the interruption. "And Im afraid I havent handled it very well. On Cobb Island I felt that it was you who needed me. You needed to be rescued from Cyril. But now " She gave her head a little shake and removed her fingers from Faylinns lips, very aware of their softness as she pulled away. Her voice dropped to the barest of whispers. "Everything has changed. Ive never been so afraid."
When Faylinn sensed that Bridget wasnt going to continue, she reminded her simply, "The most important things, Bridget, have not changed at all." She cupped Bridgets cheeks with sure hands and stroked high cheekbones with her thumbs. Her gaze softened as she looked deeply into frightened pale eyes. "What is it that frightens you so?"
An embarrassed look chased across Bridgets face and focused on the bedspread, falling silent once again.
Blonde brows knit tightly together. "Certainly not me."
Bridget sighed. "You dont understand."
"Then help me," Faylinn whispered, clearly deeply adrift.
A sudden storm erupted in Bridgets eyes. "Thats just it!" She tried to jerk her head from Faylinns hands, but the younger woman seemed to know what she was going do before she did it, and held her firm.
"No you dont, Bridget." Then she tried another tack. "Im mortally tired from our trip and I havent the energy to chase you all around this room. Please." Faylinn relaxed her hands again and her touch shifted into a tender caress.
As fast as it came, Bridgets anger melted away under the soothing touch. She sighed.
Bridget swallowed hard at the endearment and her breathing came a little faster.
Bridgets jaw worked for a moment, then she blurted out, "Dont you see? I cannot help you!" She looked at Faylinn as though that explained everything.
Faylinn blinked as she searched Bridgets face for any clue. "Im sorry, I still dont understand. I"
"Look at me!" Bridget jerked away and swung her limp, slightly twisted arm towards the shorter woman, stifling a cry as a searing bolt of pain shot from her shoulder to the tips of her fingers. With her other hand, she pushed up her sleeve, exposing most of the damaged limb.
Faylinn did her best not to let her face show just how upset she really was. "Oh, Bridget." The full shirtsleeve had hidden the fact that the splint was gone from Bridgets arm and before today it had always been heavily bandaged. Faylinn closed her eyes.
"Look," Bridget repeated roughly, shaking her arm until Faylinn complied. Now youll understand why I cannot be what you need.
"Bridget, you must give it time. Its only been" Faylinn paused and did the math, realizing grimly that the bone would have knitted together by now and that something must have gone terribly wrong. Shed replaced the splints many times, though it was always Will, who, at Bridgets insistence, had changed the bandages.
The arm was crooked and, even with the splint on it, Faylinn had known that. But shed always looked past its misshapen bones, assuming it would heal and somehow right itself with time. Or maybe I just didnt want to see the truth, she admitted shamefully. She gently reached out and took the cool, relaxed hand in hers, feeling it twitch slightly at the unexpected contact. Its palm was soft and smooth, free from the small calluses that had characterized it before. She stroked the skin gently.
"Its not a matter of time anymore, Faylinn." Bridget closed her eyes at Faylinns touch.
"Its not your sword hand, Bridget."
Bridgets eyes snapped open. "Bu"
Faylinn silenced the protest with a look. "Youve had your say, Bridget Redding. And now I shall have mine." She waited for the grumpy frown to leave Bridgets face and for her to nod before she went on. "So stubborn," she mumbled. But her reassuring smile took the sting out of the words. "I want you to really listen to what Im saying, not just hear it. You need to believe this as I do." For both our sakes.
Warily, Bridget nodded. There was nothing she would deny Faylinn.
"Even if you could no longer lift a sword at all, it wouldnt matter." Faylinn sharply raised an eyebrow at Bridget and her gaping mouth, daring her to interrupt again. "I do not require a bodyguard. And despite your chivalrous inclinations, I never have." With great care she lifted Bridgets injured hand, watching the larger womans face for the slightest flinch. Seeing none, she placed it on her own chest, directly over her heart. She held it there until she was certain Bridget could feel its strong beat. "I want more than that. I need more than that." As you have always given me, from the very start.
"Anything within my power, Faylinn. Anything I have is yours," Bridget swore fervently.
"Im glad you said that." Faylinn smiled and gently removed Bridgets hand from her chest, allowing it to rest in her lap. She shifted closer still, ignoring any sense of propriety and the butterflies in her stomach as she brought her face to within inches of Bridgets.
She could see the rapid rise and fall of Bridgets chest as she breathed and the flare of her nostrils as she reacted to Faylinns close proximity. Experimentally, and with all the tenderness she felt inside, she leaned in and placed a tiny, feather-light kiss at the very top of the jagged scar than ran from just outside Bridgets eye to her jaw.
Bridget forgot how to breathe as tiny kisses worked their way down her face. Oh, God.
Faylinn heard a faint whimper and it increased her desire tenfold. Her stomach clenched and when she reached the end of the scar, the very tip of her tongue flicked out and licked it. She felt as much as she heard Bridgets low growl of arousal. She pulled back and regarded the hooded eyes she felt certain she could lose herself in. Swallowing roughly Faylinn husked, "I cannot understand this, Bridget. If I am damned to hell for something that feels this right"
"Then I am damned as well," Bridget whispered, each word sending a warm puff of air against Faylinns face. "Either way we will be together."
Faylinns gaze dropped to Bridgets mouth and this time her heart refused to be denied. "So be it." She fully intended to move forward and capture what shed desired for so long, but Bridget beat her to it.
Their lips met in gentle, consuming passion and both women hummed into the sweet contact. Small hands naturally found their way into thick tresses and Faylinn felt an answering arm wrap tightly around her waist and draw her to Bridgets body.
It was like no kiss shed ever experienced and Faylinn felt it all the way to her toes. Without effort, it chased away the rooms chill, though she still found herself shivering, helpless under Bridgets spell.
Faylinns lips were soft and yielding and everything Bridget had dreamt theyd be. She moaned throatily when Faylinn gently parted her own lips with an inquisitive tongue and pushed softly forward into her mouth. She was enveloped in a blissful, staggering heat that robbed her of all reason. Bridget eagerly deepened the kiss, desperate to taste everything Faylinn was offering and more. Hot tongues swirled against each other, sliding together effortlessly but with mounting desire. With each passing second, Bridgets blood pulsed hotter in her veins.
Unconsciously, Faylinns hands clenched tighter in Bridgets hair and she used them as an anchor against the maelstrom of sensation. Her whole universe narrowed to the mouth loving hers so perfectly. There was a dull roaring in her ears and she realized in a far off way that it wasnt the wind outside, but the frantic beating of her heart.
Shadows danced on the walls as the candle began to gutter. The wick neared its end, then fell sideways into the hot pool of aromatic beeswax, darkening the room further until it gave off only the barest flicker of light.
The kiss ended naturally, but not without several parting nibbles and whimpers from each woman.
Bridget pressed her forehead to Faylinns and let out a shuddering breath, her chest heaving. "Oh," she breathed, "that was ." Her words trailed off as she fought for some way to articulate the wash of bright emotion still swamping her senses.
"Mmm hmm." Faylinn agreed, too stunned to actually form a coherent sentence. She licked her moist lips, remembering the taste and exquisite feeling of Bridgets tongue sliding against them. She groaned quietly as the mere thought sent a bolt of heat careening between her legs. Her groan gave way to a nervous gasp when the unfamiliar sensation caused a blossoming warmth deep in her belly to spread outward.
"We should have done that much sooner," Bridget finally said.
"God, yes," Faylinn breathed. She looked up into eyes gone nearly silver in the dim light and a shyness that Bridget hadnt seen on Faylinns face since her earliest days on Cobb Island shone plainly through. "We um ." God, why am I blushing now? "We will do that again, wont we?" If she says no I shall drop dead on the spot. I know it.
Twin eyebrows disappeared behind dark bangs and Bridget laughed. "I certainly hope so." She gazed at Faylinn fondly and trailed a fingertip down the younger womans slightly upturned nose. "Merry Christmas, dearest. It must be well past midnight."
Faylinns expressive face was suddenly transformed into that of an excited adolescent. "Merry Christmas, love. It always was my favorite holiday," she paused and the face that was the very picture of youthful innocence only seconds before creased into a sexy grin, "I just never knew why until now."
Bridget scooted up to the head of the bed and patted the spot next to her, sparing a look at the candle that was threatening to die, but far too content to care. "You look lovely, by the way." She gestured to Faylinns new dark-brown dress with her chin. "Though I must admit, I find you adorable in trousers."
Faylinn laughed. "Thats doubly good then," she tugged at her collar, "because, and dont you dare tell Katie, this itches like the Devils own backside."
"I wont," Bridget chuckled and shook her head indulgently. Her gaze moved from Faylinns eyes to her golden hair and she admired it openly. After the kiss theyd shared she felt somewhat more comfortable showing and voicing her appreciation. Gone were the days of stealing jealous glances at her sister-in-law. She hoped. Bridget gently tugged on a strand of pale hair. "You should wear it down more often. It is too beautiful to hide."
Faylinn joined Bridget at the head of the bed, then reached up self-consciously and felt her head. Her braids and pins had worked themselves free, but since shed worn her hood all day, she hadnt bothered bringing it back to order. Now it hung loosely across her shoulders and down to the center of her back. "Thank you." She took the opportunity to examine Bridgets attire, and made a face. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on, Bridget." She grinned broadly. It felt so good to be able to say that out loud without fear of censure, reproach, or even damnation. "However, you look as though you have a blind seamstress."
Bridget bit her bottom lip in an attempt to ward off her laughter. "Its not that bad," she offered diplomatically, still struggling to keep a straight face.
Faylinn sighed and pinned Bridget with a knowing look. "Youre right. Its worse. Your seamstress was not only blind, but daft as well." She tugged on Bridgets sleeve and snorted. "This is pitiful."
"Tch." But this time Bridget couldnt suppress her laughter. "I, for one, think precise measurements are highly over-rated. Ill have you know this is my favorite piece of clothing."
Faylinns eyes narrowed playfully. "You only have one other shirt, Bridget."
A dark eyebrow arched. "Yes, but I like this one more, therefore it is my favorite." She artfully changed the subject. "How was your first experience in a Colonial town? Did you find what you expected?"
The blood suddenly drained from Faylinns face. Sweet Mother, how could I have forgotten? "I I"
"Hey," Bridget frowned. "Whats the matter?" She turned sideways so she was fully facing the younger woman. "Faylinn?"
"No." Faylinn licked her lips. "I didnt expect to find ." The blonde woman swallowed hard. So much had happened tonight, she had intended on telling Bridget sooner, but Her face dropped into her hands. Where is my mind? When she said shed never leave me she didnt know. What if ?
Bridget gently pulled Faylinns hands away from her face and ducked her head so that she could look directly at Faylinns face. "Youre frightening me, Faylinn. Did you run into to someone who knew who you were?" Her eyes widened. "God, why didnt you say something sooner?" Bridget fairly flew off the bed, cursing roundly as she lost her balance and stumbled a step sideways. "We need"
Faylinn grabbed her by the shirt to steady her. When the tall woman had found her legs, Faylinn tried to haul her back onto the bed. "Thats not"
Bridget slapped away her hands. "Faylinn! We must hurry! You"
Faylinn sighed and grabbed for her shirt again, getting a better hold this time and tugging firmly. "Bridget, please"
"Faylinn, I mean it! Theres no time to"
"Stop! By God, Bridget will you calm down and get back onto this bed? The Crown is not hunting me down. Im pregnant!"
Bridgets jaw hit the floor.
Faylinn cringed. Just wonderful. "I didnt mean to tell you like that."
Bridget blinked stupidly.
"Since coming to the mainland I havent I mean, I never got my ." Faylinn just shook her head. "At Katies insistence I visited a mid-wife in town." The older womans stunned silence sent Faylinns mind racing and her speech grew faster. "Please understand, Bridget. Cyril expected, no, demanded more heirs." She sighed and rubbed her temples with trembling hands, not wanting to think about the wretched nights her husband would visit her bedchamber and forcibly remind her of her wifely duties. Her stomach twisted into a solid knot. "By my heart, it was never my choice."
The room was as quiet as a grave and Faylinn was seconds away from an all out panic. Then she squinted through the near darkness and took in her companions ghostly pallor. "Sit down, love. Before you pass out." She gave Bridgets sleeve another tiny tug and it tore away from the rest of the shirt, ending up a rag in her hands. She rolled her eyes. "Why am I not surprised?"
The candle hissed and released a tiny plume of inky smoke before the room went black.
Bridget dropped limply back onto the bed. She looked to where she knew Faylinn was sitting and with eyes as round as saucers exclaimed
"Pregnant?" Kayla and Liv chorused.
Badger burst into laughter and slapped his kilt-covered knee. "Oh, lasses, thats just what Bridget said."
"Wow," Liv said. She blinked a few times, trying to absorb the news. "I didnt see that coming at all."
Badger nodded. "And according to family legend, neither did Bridget."
"Cyril was a first class asshole," Kayla muttered darkly, her thoughts still swimming in the past. "How could he do that? He raped her."
Badger and Livs expressions both went very serious. "Ay, thats what people would say today."
Kayla glanced up at him and he wasnt surprised to see a storm brewing behind her eyes. Faylinn reminded her so much of Liv that she couldnt stop herself before the words were out. "Are you saying differently?" she challenged.
"Kayla," Liv warned softly. She could feel the upset in her partner and wondered if perhaps it wasnt time to leave Cobb Manor and come back another day. The restless waves of dark, edgy energy flowing from her lover were causing an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. "He didnt say that."
The white-haired man met Kaylas level gaze, his own every bit as steely. "No, lass. She was taken against her will and that the man was her husband doesnt change that. Although at the time I dont believe that Faylinn herself would have called it rape, it was that. What I was laughing at before was the surprised expression on both your faces when I told you she was with child. Not how she got that way."
Kayla suddenly felt ashamed and she glanced down at her hands, threading her fingers together nervously. She twiddled her thumbs a few times. I need to get a grip. Its over and done with. I cant change it or help. Its not Liv. Shes right here, looking at me as though Ive lost my ever-lovin mind. "Of course. I uh ." She paused and chewed the inside of her cheek. "I just said the first thing that popped into my head. And I shouldnt have. Im sorry."
"Well." Awkwardly, Badger stood and cleared his throat. "No harm done. As I said before, some of the tale is dark in the tellin." He tried to smile at Kayla and let her know that he wasnt angry, but she refused to meet his eyes. Lord knows the first time I heard the tale I was fit to be tied myself. "Do you lasses have to be getting back to town? Theres more to tell if youre willing and have the time."
Livs worried eyes shifted from her lover to Badger. "Im not sure." She turned back to Kayla and moved aside a dark shock of hair so she could rest a reassuring palm on the back of Kaylas neck. "Maybe we could just take a break?"
"Aye. Of course." Badger stretched his thick arms above his head. "Let me get some blood moving around in these old legs. I think the last tour for the day should be coming through the parlor soon." He looked at Liv, his eyebrows raised in question. "Ill drop in on them and say hello, then stop back?"
Liv smiled kindly and mouthed thank you to their host.
Badger gave her a ghost of a wink and left the room without a sound.
As soon as he cleared the doorway Liv focused on Kayla. "You wanna tell me what just happened?"
Kaylas eyebrows pulled tightly together as she thought.
The silence went on so long that Liv was sure she wasnt going to answer. Then, seemingly out of the blue she said, "This is why I spend my time alone. I dont know how to do this."
Liv hadnt been expecting such a serious, general answer. Oh, boy. "Do what, honey?"
Kayla gestured aimlessly. "This. Talk. Chat. Be nice."
"You are nice," Liv insisted, stroking Kaylas neck.
"Uh huh. Thats why after one evening together on vacation you knew more about my own sister than I did. Thats why your brother Dougie looks at me like hes afraid Im just going to lose it any second and cause him to wet his pants. Thats why, when we go someplace together, taxi drivers, waitresses, hotel stewards, all of them, talk to you and not me and look grateful that they have a choice."
Livs mouth went a little slack at the steady stream of words coming from her quiet partner.
"Thats why Glen deals with all clients unless they insist otherwise. My telling them to go to hell or walking out in the middle of a meeting if I dont think theyre sincere in their claims is always a great way to win friends and succeed in business." Her eyes begged Liv to understand. "Im just not good at this."
For a second, Liv was stunned. She let her hand drop from the warm neck she was stroking, wrapping her fingers around Kaylas instead. "The way youre good at everything else?"
Their eyes met and Kayla felt as though Liv was looking right through her. As much as she didnt want to admit it, that was a little part of it too. Her eyes darted back to her hands. "I suppose."
"Its really okay, Kayla." Liv softened her voice and that did the trick as Kaylas head lifted, and once again they were looking eye to eye. "Badger wasnt angry and I do understand." And she did. Being a genius gave Kayla obvious advantages in almost everything she tackled. Shed succeeded most of the time so long as intellect was the key. But when it came to the highly illogical and volatile things like emotions, Kayla was truly a babe in the woods. At heart she was a loner, and many social situations were trying at best.
"You do?" Kayla eyed the blonde woman warily.
"I think so. Youre a natural introvert and no amount of socializing is ever really going to change that. As a teen you were taller than everyone else, gangly," she paused and smiled affectionately, "probably clumsy and definitely impossibly beautiful"
Kayla opened her mouth but Liv silenced her with a raised finger. She wasnt finished yet.
"You liked girls not boys and were so smart that nobody knew what to do with you."
A startled look planted itself on Kaylas face.
"As if all that wasnt enough, you had special telepathic abilities that set you apart from everyone else and even you couldnt fully understand and appreciate them. People hurt you because of it, and you moved deeper inside yourself where you felt safe and comfortable." She leaned forward and kissed Kaylas forehead. Her lips lingered on the spot. "And youve been living in there as much as possible ever since." She sighed and backed away. "I know that interacting with people is hard for you and doesnt always work out the way you want. But that will change with practice," she assured. "I promise."
The painfully open expression on Kaylas face made Livs heart clench.
Liv nodded. "I know so. Im not shocked in the least that youre a quiet person who is more comfortable in their own head than anywhere else. After everything youve been through, Im actually surprised you dont stay there more often."
The younger womans face relaxed into a smile. She was utterly charmed by Livs keen insight and the fact that shed obviously taken the time to understand her on a level that no one else had cared enough to even consider. "The answer to thats easy, Liv" She knocked on her own head. "Its lonely up here."
As quickly as the words were out, Kayla watched in fascination as tears welled up in her partners eyes. She cupped Livs chin tenderly. "Youre out here." She gestured to the room. "And now Im not lonely anymore."
Liv sniffed and despite herself a tear splashed onto her cheek. Her smile was full of affection. "Im not lonely anymore either." Her voice cracked and she sniffed again.
Kayla carefully wiped the salty tear away with her thumb.
They neither one quite remembered how it happened, but somehow their lips met and what started out as a kiss of comfort and affection sparked into something much deeper and infinitely more passionate.
"Well, now," Badger boomed from only a few feet away, his hands on his hips. He grinned. "I can see that everything is back to normal. If I came into the room and you two werent kissing, Id think something was wrong."
Liv and Kayla separated and looked up at Badger with twin guilty grins and flaming cheeks. Theyd been so absorbed in each other they hadnt even heard him come in.
The old man scratched his white whiskers and shook his head. "Shall we give it another go?"
Kayla rubbed her red cheeks furiously, trying to remove the blush. How many times was she going to let Badger catch her making out with Liv like some horny teenager? Just then Liv scooted a little closer and the smell of her lovers shampoo and skin gently flooded her senses, surrounding her in a sensual fog. She knew that as many times as Badger left her alone with this enticing woman was as many times as hed catch them kissing.
Kayla smiled to herself and glanced at her watch. "We can stay for a while longer. But not too long." She nudged Liv. "Our readings from the Keith House should be ready to go within the hour."
Liv nodded and settled the blanket that had fallen to the floor during her groping of Kayla back on their knees. "Anything you can start and finish in an hour, Badger?" she asked the old Scot, seeing an immediate spark of competitiveness flare in wise eyes.
"Aye." He puffed up his barrel-chest a bit. "I am the family storyteller, you know. I think I can manage."
Kayla and Liv both nodded gravely and Kayla bit back a smile. If she sat back and was quiet long enough, she figured she was sure to learn a lot about handling people from Liv. "We know," Kayla said as she finally let go of her impatience at Badgers insistence on spinning his tale according to his own time line and not hers. "Wed love to hear more."
He sensed Kaylas quiet surrender and gave her a respectful nod as he moved back to his seat. "Very well." Badger tugged at his belt and shifted back and forth in the seat until he groaned happily.
Liv figured that meant hed finally found a comfortable spot.
Badger smoothed his kilt with one hand, tempted to take out his pipe. But his audience was ready and so he would have to wait for a soothing smoke until later, when he could annoy Sylla with the stench. "Faylinn was with child and though Bridget cursed her brothers name for the way he treated his bride, she loved Faylinn no less for it. She vowed to take care of both mother and child as best she could, loving them with all her heart and protecting them with her dying breath. But no matter how Faylinn reassured her, she knew that only having one good arm would be a constant source of worry and self-doubt. So she set about fixing that problem the only way she knew how. And in doing so, she got back two pieces of her life that she thought shed left behind on Cobb Island forever ."
New Years Day
Bridget sat comfortably on a large driftwood log on the beach. She watched the short, foamy waves crash rhythmically against the shore, sending up a spray of salty mist as water met land. A strong, cold breeze blew her hair from her eyes and caused her cloak to billow and flutter. Shed taken the long walk here every day for a week. And waited.
Cobb Island loomed dark and barren in the distance, and she was bound and determined that no ship would dock there without her knowledge. It was, she knew, almost time for the Royal Navy to return. They would have undoubtedly heard of Cyrils death by now and would ferry her nieces, and whatever slaves that hadnt already escaped, to a larger port in South Carolina or perhaps New York, where they would book passage on a ship returning to England. The girls tender ages and the lack of a male guardian in the house would insure they would not be permitted to stay on the Island.
Bridget wondered if Judith would have the wherewithal to keep control of the family property and not allow it to wholly fall into the hands of her fathers slave trader business partners or the male cousins in England who would use this chance to try and increase their own holdings. She smiled to herself. Her niece was a smart, sensitive girl whose gentle demeanor went a long way towards hiding her strong will. Though it wouldnt come easily, Bridget was confident that Judith would grow into her role as family matriarch and would be a force to be reckoned with. Bridget tried not to think of Judiths twin, Elizabeth. The girls betrayal had cut Bridget to the bone and was still a source of shame and sorrow.
"Youre looking awfully serious," came the soft voice. Faylinn sat down beside her and the brittle wood shifted and creaked under the added weight.
"Faylinn! What are you doing here?" Bridget instantly scooted closer to the younger woman. She pulled the edges of Faylinns cloak tightly together and frowned at her pink, wind-burned cheeks. "Youre cold."
Faylinn laughed. "I am fine, truly." She shrugged one shoulder and looked a little embarrassed. "I just wanted to be with you."
In mild exasperation, Bridget lifted one of Faylinns legs and dusted her calf free of snow.
Faylinn grinned indulgently and held her tongue as Bridget fussed.
She repeated the process with Faylinns other leg and set it down gently. "So you tramped several miles through the snow to find me?"
"I knew where you were," Faylinn answered reasonably. She stretched her legs, and kicked her feet out in a mixture of snow and sand. "You told me yourself."
Bridget slid her hand out of one of the warm leather gloves Faylinn had given her for Christmas. She parted Faylinns cloak carefully and laid her palm on the still flat belly she found there. "How are you feeling?" Her eyes narrowed slightly and she considered collecting some wood for a fire. "Still nauseous?"
Faylinn laughed, absorbing the warmth of Bridgets hand and her concern with almost giddy pleasure. "No," she replied dreamily. "I feel absolutely wonderful. But I do love you so for asking." For the millionth time she counted herself lucky that Bridget had been so accepting of her pregnancy. It had, she knew, complicated things to no end, but she couldnt really bring herself to think of it as a bad thing. She firmly believed in her heart what Bridget had assured her on Christmas Eve: a child is a blessing to be treasured and cherished, a gift whose value cannot be measured, and that any future trials they would face would be handled together.
Bridget leaned forward and gently brushed her lips against Faylinns, drawing a soft sigh of pleasure from her friend. Then she wrapped her arm around Faylinns shoulder and they both looked out at the sea, content to share the gray afternoon together in comfortable silence.
Their physical relationship had not progressed past kissing, and though Faylinn wasnt sure what they could even do past that, Bridget most certainly was. Shed been courted by several young men during her teenage years, all of whom would have been suitable mates and potential business partners for her brother and father. But even then, shed already decided that marriage was not for her. Her mind, her will, and most certainly her body, were hers alone, and to her parents great distress and her brothers endless censure, shed outright refused to surrender them to anyone. Little did she know, a pair of soulful green eyes and a young womans fiery spirit would capture her so completely.
Whether or not to surrender every part of herself was never a really a question at all.
Bridgets male suitors had been turned away without so much as a peck on the cheek. That did not, however, keep her from engaging in several brief but pleasurable liaisons with some of the Courts most eligible young women. She snorted softly at the hypocrisy of these girls, who had privately been eager to taste the forbidden, but in public were among the first to vigorously scorn such disgusting, sinful behavior.
The noise drew Faylinns attention from the water and she turned to Bridget, bestowing on her a lovely, youthful smile that made Bridgets heart beat faster. Yes, dearest, we do need to have an intimate conversion.
Faylinn turned back to the water, enjoying the salty mist on her face and the warm body nestled close to hers.
The small hand on Bridgets knee slid innocently up her thigh, stopping just short of the crease between her hip and leg. She swallowed hard. That talk would have to be soon.
The taller woman jumped and pushed Faylinns hand off her thigh, instantly feeling guilty for her lascivious thoughts. "What?"
"Look." Faylinn pointed to Cobb Island.
Approaching from the northwest was a large ship, sails of all three masts flying high.
"At last." Bridget sighed.
Faylinn looked at her curiously. Her memories of the Island were a mixture of joy and stark misery, and while the many good times with Henry and Bridget went a long way towards canceling out some of the horror shed experienced, she shuddered at the thought of going back. "Why should it matter when the girls leave the island?"
"Because I intend to go back there and they must be gone before that can happen." Bridget looked at her companion compassionately. "I dont expect you to join me, Faylinn. Though maybe someday youll feel differently. There is a beauty even in the harshness of Cobb Island."
"Youve been vomiting for weeks. Do you really want to embark on even a short trip across rough waters?"
Faylinn turned a peculiar shade of green at the mere idea. Bridget did have a point. "Can I ask why you feel the need to go back then? Surely, the house will be empty and your possessions gone?"
Bridget stood and brushed off her cloak. She offered her hand to Faylinn. "Because there is something important there that I want to reclaim. And if I know Judith the way I think I do, it will be waiting for me when I return."
Will threw his back into the job and, with a great grunt and as much assistance as Bridget could manage, he heaved the rowboat up onto the shore. The dock in front of the house was only moments away, but Will was worried about the gloomy skies and had decided it was safer to walk the rest of the way to the house than it was to row there.
He and Bridget both dropped onto their backs on the islands dark-soiled beach, panting from their exertions. They had each taken an oar, Bridget one-handed, and made good time from the mainland.
Faylinn and Katie had flatly refused to allow them to make the trip earlier in the month, insisting instead that they wait until the waters had calmed. Initially both Bridget and Will had refused, but then Faylinn made it clear to Bridget that if she was going to risk her life it wouldnt be without her. And that threat was one Bridget took seriously. This particular trip was no place for Faylinn.
Nearly two weeks of solid rain mixed with high winds had delayed the trip far longer than Bridget would have liked. She had, however, ultimately found herself begrudgingly agreeing with the blonde womans sharp words. Coming home alive took precedence over her natural impatience. And so they had waited.
The skies were overcast and restless and even though it was still early afternoon the Island was cast in long, ominous shadows. Will took off his hat and wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his arm.
His muddy-brown eyes surveyed the land curiously and with more than a touch of apprehension. Even with the leaves gone and most of the plant-life dry or dead, a dense impenetrable curtain of vegetation surrounded the island, making it look like a fortress. He scowled. "The view of this island up from its own shores is even more harsh and ugly than from the mainland. The entire place looks damned to me. I cant believe your brother chose to put a house here."
Bridget snorted harshly. "He chose to put a house here because it is the perfect port for slave trading. Large slave hulls can anchor in the deep waters off this island and avoid the reef closer to shore. Here, they transfer the slaves onto smaller, waiting boats that will carry them to the mainland and the auction block."
"Ah." Will nodded cautiously. That was a good idea. Many a ship had run aground on the reef that lined the shore for many miles. "Too bad the peddling of human flesh is such a nasty trade." Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Bridget, wondering if she would agree, despite the fact that selling slaves had no doubt added to the Redding family fortune.
Her face was grim. "I know." She pushed awkwardly to her feet. "Lets go."
Will called after her, "Where exactly are we goin?" When Bridget announced she was planning a trip to the Island, Faylinn had begged him to go along so she wouldnt be alone. To his surprise, Bridget had instantly agreed. She never would tell him exactly why. "Hey! Wait for me." He resettled his hat and sped up his pace as Bridget disappeared into the dry forest ahead of him.
After a half-hour of climbing over brittle vines, and weaving between endless dead branches, they rounded a corner and the landscape seemed to open up, bringing the house into view.
"Gadzooks!" Wills mouth dropped open. He couldnt get over how quickly the look of the Island had changed and the amazing, undeniably beautiful house he was now face to face with. "Its why its enormous!" he sputtered, craning his neck to get a better view of the third floor.
A bored expression crossed Bridget face. "Cyrils architectural masterpiece." She snorted. "If it were up to me, Id burn the place down." Then she remembered the history that Afia had sworn to compile and hide someplace deep within the bowels of the house. God willing, it would be discovered by future generations. "But I cannot."
Wills eyes darted from side to side, then he rocked back on his heels and grinned engagingly. "I dont see anyone here to stop us."
Bridget smiled. Will Beynon, a rebel at heart? Whod have guessed? Despite his grumpy, usually gruff mannerisms, she truly liked Will. And he adored Faylinn. In Bridgets estimation, anyone who felt that way had exemplary taste and was obviously a person of keen insight. "Its not my place to decide what happens to the house. My niece is the head of the household now."
They walked up the winding path that led to the front door, but instead of going inside, as Will had expected, Bridget detoured around the side of the house, her boots crunching loudly in the shallow snow.
When she reached the back, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and gave a shrill whistle. "Apollo! Show yourself! Apollo!"
Wills eyes widened. "Youre " He swallowed. "Youre calling to a pagan God?" He looked around nervously, half-afraid of what would happen next. Perhaps she was a witch after all.
Bridgets face was a cross between compassion and impatience. "You neednt fear me, Will. Apollo is my steed. And Ive sorely missed him."
"Ahh Whew." Relief flooded through him. "Now that I can understand." He tugged up on his waist of his trousers, a little ashamed at his sudden fear. "Back home, when I was a lad in Wales, I had a brown filly that ran like the wind." He smiled wistfully. "Since coming to the Colonies I havent been able to afford another. Mules are cheaper and better suited to frontier life anyway." His voice was somber and tinged with regret.
He scratched his bristly, square jaw. "Wouldnt the Navy have taken the horse with them?" That was his nice way of saying that no officer of the Crown would have allowed a beast of quality to be set free in the wild, not if there was profit to be made by its sale. Transporting horses from England to the Colonies was an expensive and risky proposition at best. Their price at market reflected that fact.
Bridget frowned. "Perhaps. But I wont know for certain until I look, now will I?" She strode towards the stable calling out Apollo the entire way. When she reached her destination she stopped dead in her tracks. The stable door had been propped wide open by a bale of hay. A bolt of fear lanced through her. "Apollo?" Carefully, and with Will trailing curiously behind her, she poked her head inside the doorway. It was dark and the building had lost most of its familiar scent. Patches of dirty snow covered the ground and the bales of dried grass near the door.
Bridgets gaze narrowed as she peeked into the darkness and stepped inside. Her heart began to pound wildly and she told herself she had to be strong no matter what she found. She hadnt shared with Will her deepest fear, that Apollo had been killed. Animals were often believed to be in league with their witch masters and it wouldnt be unheard of for a horse to be hung by the neck or burnt at the stake exactly as his master had been. Exactly as they tried to do to me.
Just then her gaze lit upon a dark, still shadow in the corner stall, and her face went ashen. No, she anguished silently. Her breath exploded from her chest in harsh pants as she tried to make out what she was seeing. Her feet refused to take her any closer.
Then she heard it. Something in the corner. Her eyes darted back and forth wildly but she couldnt see what was producing the noise, she only knew it was coming closer and closer.
"Buh!" Bridget jumped backwards as family of raccoons darted out from beneath a pile of hay and made for the door. Her presence has scared them nearly as badly as they had frightened her and they ran in panicked circles until finally skittering over her boots and escaping out the door.
Bridgets yell startled Will so badly that he lost his balance and stumbled over his own two feet, ending up on his butt in the snow. "Ouch," he complained belatedly, in a flat voice.
"Damn." Bridgets covered her face with her hand and laughed mirthlessly. After a moment, she took a deep breath and walked to the side wall where she violently tore open a shutter, tearing it off the wall in the process. Gray light poured into the room and with her heart in her throat she stared at the last stall, seeing clearly what had only been outlined in shadows before.
A saddle and set of tack hanging from a hook on the wall.
"Sweet Mother." She nearly sank to her knees in relief.
Will looked on in wonder, having no earthly idea what had just happened. He stood up and rubbed his backside, his eyes following Bridget as she crossed the room. "I cant believe theyd leave valuable goods like that."
"I can," Bridget answered absently as she plucked a note from between the leather folds of the saddle and began to read.
Dearest Aunt Bridget,
After the shock wore off, I realized that you are far too stubborn to ever truly give up on anything. Especially yourself. As surely as my own heart beats, however, I know that you are alive but that I shall never lay eyes upon you again. Of Faylinns ultimate fate, I am less certain. If God is truly merciful and good then Faylinn is with you, wherever that may be.
I pray that someday you are able to forgive Elizabeth the darkness that dwells within her. It is a part of her as surely as good was, is, a part of you. She cannot change that. Yet I have faith that in time and with love she will learn to temper it. There IS good inside her.
No doubt you are here for Apollo. Rest assured that he lives and that I refused to surrender him to the Royal Navy. He could only ever have one master. He has been set free.
As you have.
The ship and my twin await, so I must close. Be well, Auntie.
In love and eternal respect,
January 2, 1691
Bridget neatly folded the note and slid it into a pocket of her trousers. "Stubborn?" She laughed weakly and closed her eyes. Thank you, Judith. Goodbye and be well.
Her back to Will, Bridget opened her eyes as she straightened, resettling her cloak on her shoulders. "Hes here." She turned and smiled. "We need only find him."
Will smiled back, responding instinctively to the enthusiasm on Bridgets face. "Where do we start?"
Bridget walked past him and back outside. She thought of her long time confidant, who, for most of her time here, was her only real friend. "Cmon. Its a fair walk but I have an idea."
She began leading Will to the far side of the island and as they progressed the man decided to ask something hed been wondering about for weeks. "Bridget?"
"Hmm?" She carefully stepped around a jagged stump.
"How is it you survived execution?"
Her step faltered, but she got hold of herself quickly and kept going. "Why havent you asked me sooner, Will?" She had seen the question on his face many times, heard his thoughts as he debated whether or not to voice them.
He let out a long breath, sending a pillar of fog from his mouth. "Because of Faylinn. Katie asked her once and she burst into tears." His heavy brow furrowed. "I thought it a subject best saved for when I was away from her company."
"Thank you," Bridget said softly, well aware that the subject of her execution was still too raw for Faylinn to speak about.
"Does she know?"
Bridget slowed her pace until Will was walking directly alongside her. "Does she know what?"
"How you survived."
"Ahh " Bridgets face grew serious. "Yes, she knows. We spoke of it once, when we first came to stay with you. It" She paused, trying to find the right words. "Its hard for her, I suppose. She was there that night and truly believed, like everyone else, that I was dead. "
"If you dont want to"
Bridget shook her head. "No, Will, Ill tell you." She cracked a smile. "Though the simple truth is probably less dramatic than youve imagined." To Bridgets surprise, Will burst out laughing. In all the time shed known him it was something shed only seen once or twice.
"You dont want to know what Ive imagined."
Bridget smiled wryly and pointed to the left. "Pretty ridiculous, huh?"
Will filed in behind her as she began walking in the direction shed pointed. "Tell me what happened and Ill be the judge of whether or not it was ridiculous."
"Fair enough." Their trek began slanting upward and Bridget picked up a long stick as she walked, swinging it aimlessly as she recounted the events of that night.
"It was raining. No," she shook her head, "thats not quite right. It wasnt just raining. It was storming as though the heavens themselves were falling down around us. Lightning pierced the sky and thunder shook the entire island. Waves broke against the shore like great walls crashing down and hail pounded us when the rain finally gave way to the cold."
"I remember that night. We were holed up at home, afraid the world was coming to an end. Ive never seen a storm like that."
"I was taken to the cliffs to be burned at the stake."
"In the pouring rain?"
Bridget and Will both snorted and indulged in a bit of gallows humor. "I never claimed my brother was clever."
"Indeed. Anyway, the men of the Royal Navy, who were there to perform the execution, couldnt even keep their torches lit; they decided that hanging would suit their purpose just as well. What they didnt plan on was Faylinn. Cyril hadnt told her what was to take place, but somehow she found out. She arrived at my execution scene atop Apollo amid the flashes of lightning. It was like something from a book and I had never seen her look so magnificent. She tried to reason with my brother before it was too late."
"Stop this madness before its too late. She is your sister for Gods sake. This will be an error you can never undo!"
Bridgets lips formed a thin line. "But he would not be dissuaded and became hysterical with jealously. Hang the witch! he shouted as he glared at me with eyes as cold and stony as a tomb." Now Bridget smiled. "He and I both got the surprise of our lives when Faylinn turned on her heels and flew into my arms with such force she nearly knocked me over." Bridget stopped her story and glanced back at Will uncertainly. "Will," she began hesitantly, "before I go on, I need to make certain that you understand"
"That Faylinn loves you? And you her?" he answered casually.
Bridget blinked. Was it that obvious? Neither he nor Katie, who talked incessantly, had ever said a word!
His dark eyes twinkled. "I knew that the first day when Faylinn came pounding on my door and begged us to help you. That girls emotions are written all over her face. If you had died I feel certain we would have ended up burying you both. I wasnt sure you felt the same way until the day I saw you together in the yard and she had her hands on her hips in that scolding way Ive seen Katie use a million times, insisting it was time for your bandages to be changed and a bath. I heard you mumbling and cursing. But when she held out her hand you stepped forward and grasped it instantly." He winked. "A lamb led to the slaughter, you were."
Bridget felt her cheeks grow hot, chasing away the chill of the wind.
"I suppose thats about as good a showing of true love as Ive ever seen." Will leaned against a tree with one hand. "But we can never speak of it, Bridget." He slipped off his hat and ran his hands through his sweaty hair before replacing it firmly. "My Katie is a devout woman and, as much as she cares for you and Faylinn, this is something her faith would never allow her to accept. If it comes down to it, though it would sadden me greatly, I would not ask her to compromise that. I cannot."
Though it wasnt what Bridget wanted to hear about Katie, she couldnt help but respect Wills decision. "You have my word, Will Beynon. The tender feelings Faylinn and I share will never be made clear to your wife."
Will grinned wryly. "I dont think youll have too many problems. She has come to accept even the most er intense displays of affection between you as the new standard for sisterhood everywhere. I only thank God that Katie has no such sisters or I would be as useful as tits on a boar."
Bridget couldnt help but chuckle. She slapped Will on the shoulder and grinned broadly, relieved that at least he was willing to take her love for Faylinn in his stride. It was more than she had any right to expect. She made a mental note to explain the situation to Faylinn that evening when she returned.
Their climb grew steeper and she could hear Wills breathing pick up. "Ill continue then."
The younger woman crushed her lips against Bridgets in unrestrained passion, pressing a small, hidden dagger in her loves hands. "I love you," she whispered fiercely against Bridgets mouth as she kissed her thoroughly, smiling through the kisses when she heard her words echoed. "Please live," she whispered again as Cyril tore her away from Bridget, and the tall woman tucked the dagger underneath her cloak, out of view.
"Then Cyril began babbling about me enchanting his wife, and the soldiers began to circle me, intent on carrying out the execution even if it meant simply running me through with their blades."
Will shivered, more from the coldness in Bridgets voice than the chill in the air.
"I fixed my eyes on the first man I would kill, determined not to meet my Maker alone, when I saw " Her jaw worked for a moment and she swallowed a few times before she could continue. "I saw my pig-assed brother with his sword at Faylinns throat, ready to murder her before my eyes." She heard Wills angry growl behind her and grinned savagely in concert.
"Bastard!" Will spat.
"Ive always suspected."
Tiny snowflakes began to fall.
"Cyrils eyes locked with mine and I knew he would kill her if I continued to struggle. I had no choice." Bridget couldnt tell Will about the look in Faylinns eyes when her decision became clear, or the young womans desperate cries. They still tore at her soul and haunted her nightmares. Discussing them, even with Will, was out of the question. "So then I did it," she said simply.
Did it? "Did what?"
The smell of the sea was getting stronger now and Bridget could hear the waves beating against the rocks. Tiny snowflakes landed on her hair and on her face, disappearing as quickly as they touched warm skin. "I jumped."
"Youll see." Her words were prophetic because at that very moment they stepped onto a small, barren plateau. At its edge was a 40-foot high jagged cliff that led to nothing but the sea. Near the edge a wooden post still stood, marking the spot where Bridget was to be burned at the stake.
Will eyes went round as he recognized the post for what it was and took in its location. "You jumped off that?" He edged his way over to the post and beyond, but refused to get too close to the edge. "That thats impossible!" he murmured, shocked. He turned disbelieving eyes on Bridget. "You would have hit the rocks below; the water isnt deep enough to save you. You should be dead!"
"I should," Bridget agreed. "But Faylinn saved my life. The long ropes for my execution were still tied around my neck when I leapt." She pointed to the wooden post. "The other ends were tied to that." Bridget tried to block out the sound of Faylinns screams as she recalled the feeling of weightlessness as she plunged through the air. "I grabbed the ropes with one hand as I fell and with a quick turn looped them around my wrist and forearm." She held up her good arm and imitated the motion.
Will nodded quickly.
"I had only one chance and I knew it. If I failed I would either crash to my death on the rocks below. Or my neck would be snapped like a chicken being readied for Sunday dinner.
She joined Will near but not too close to the edge. "I pulled the knife Faylinn had pressed into my hands from my cloak, and the very second the ropes were taut I slashed them with all my might, and to my amazement they fell away." Bridget unconsciously cradled her disfigured arm. "My timing was far from perfect and while I managed not get my neck broken, for a split second my arm bore the full burden of my fall." Bridget licked her lips. "It snapped in two places so quickly that I didnt really know what happened. I thought Id simply torn it from my body." She walked closer to the ledge and gestured Will over.
His pride was the only thing that kept him from outright refusing.
"My angle of descent changed and I slammed into the side of the cliff. I continued to fall until, tearing through those branches," she pointed, "and those rocks," her finger shifted, "I came to rest in a crevice near the bottom."
"By God, you fell almost the entire way?"
Bridget nodded and moved away from the edge. It was making her sick to her stomach.
Will gratefully followed her.
"I woke up the next day, cut, bloodied, broken, the knife still gripped in my useless hand, and freezing, but quite alive."
"Dont tell anyone else that story."
Bridgets forehead creased. "Well, considering my current circumstances I hadnt planned on it. But for curiositys sake, why not?"
Will looked at her frankly. "Because they wont believe a blessed word."
They smiled at each other until it became awkward and Will looked away. "I appreciate seeing the spot you spoke about, but did you drag me all the way across the island to show me the cliffs?"
"Hardly. We came because" Bridgets ears perked up and she grinned wildly, looking at something over Wills shoulder. "We came because of him."
Then Will heard the furious pounding of hooves. He turned around and a great white beast bolted passed him, stopping just in time to keep from running into Bridget and sending her over the cliff again.
The stallion thrust his hooves out in front of him as he came to a stop directly in front of his mistress, spraying her legs with snow and dirt. She let out a happy laugh and the animal nuzzled her chest, whinnying loudly as she hugged him tightly.
"The one and only."
"Hello, boy. Ive missed you!" she cooed, forgetting to be self-conscious about the lavish attention she was paying the animal.
Will admired him openly. "Hes a fine piece of horseflesh, Bridget." Hoping not to get kicked in the head, he approached them both cautiously, stopping to give the steeds strong neck a pat only when Bridget nodded her consent. "I can see now why youd hate to give him up. I thought that only dogs stayed in the last place theyd seen their owners, waiting for their return?"
Bridget lovingly stroked the soft wet skin of Apollos head. "You dont know my horse." She tangled her good hand in her horses thick mane and threw her leg over his back, groaning slightly as she hauled her body on top.
Will scrambled back a step when the large stallion reared.
Bridget only laughed and held on tightly with one hand. "Apollo!" But her voice was more delighted than scolding. "I think hed like to burn off some energy. I well ."
"Go on, Bridget. Ill be here when you get back."
Bridgets eyes showed her gratitude. "Thank you, my friend. Ill be back in a few moments and give you a ride back to the house." She smacked Apollos rump lightly with a gloved hand. "Hes a big boy and wont mind riding double." And with a happy yell, Bridget lifted her thighs slightly and tightened their grip on his muscled body. Then she kicked her steed into motion and with a spray of snow and dirt they were off.
Will sighed longingly and tucked his hands under his armpits, unable to keep the smile off his face as Bridget flew across the snowy plateau, dark hair and cloak billowing wildly as rode.
Bridget straightened and let out a tired breath, stretching her sore back. Then she bent again and shifted the wooden crate a little closer to the boats side, trying to balance it against the other items shed stowed in the rowboats bottom. The weather hadnt worsened as Will had feared and theyd rowed the boat from their original landing spot to the small dock directly in front of the house. The light snow had stopped falling and the sun was trying to peek out from behind the late afternoon clouds.
"Are you sure this is all right?" Will asked as he pulled a tarp over two crates in the back of the boat. "I know these things were left behind, but it still feels like stealing."
A slender brow arched. "You were ready to burn the place down with me a few hours ago."
"Thats different," Will answered moodily.
Will rubbed a callused palm on the back of his neck as he thought. "Because burning the place down would have felt like a blow against your slave-trading brother."
"God rest his black, putrid soul."
"But this makes us plain old thieves, doesnt it?" he finished, balancing carefully as he made his way out of the boat and climbed onto the dock where Bridget was now standing.
"Dont worry so much, Will." She laid her hand on his forearm and squeezed gently. "These belong to the Redding family. Of which, I am still member. Albeit a dead one."
"Thats not funny."
"That depends entirely on your point of view," she replied drolly. "Besides, some of these items are Faylinns. Surely you wouldnt begrudge her the comfort of her own possessions?"
Will blinked indignantly. "Of course not!"
"Then its settled."
"It was settled before I busted my arse towing these crates to the boat, Ill have ya know."
"Oh." Bridget smiled. "Well, it might make you feel a little better to know that I believe Judith intentionally left behind a few items of value for me just in case."
"Like Apollo?" Wills gaze drifted out to the salty sea. His throat was as dry as the desert and he wished hed thought to bring a canteen of drinking water.
Bridgets lips shaped into a fond smile just thinking of the horse shed had to say goodbye to again already. "Just like Apollo." She shot Will a determined look. "But I have a plan in that regard too. We can sell the items in the boat and buy or rent a raft. In the springtime we shall come back for Apollo and ferry him to the mainland. He should have plenty of grass and hay in the stable until then and the island has several natural springs that never freeze over."
Will nodded approvingly. It was an outright sin to waste such exquisite horseflesh.
Bridgets eyes suddenly took on a sparkle that made Will nervous. "I was also thinking," she began casually, "that we could take the rest of the money and purchase a brood mare or two."
The mans ears perked up. "A mare, you say?"
"I seriously doubt that Apollo would mind the company, and a fine colt is the least I can offer you in payment for your kindness to Faylinn and me."
Will blushed a bright scarlet. "I cannot accept that," he mumbled half-heartedly.
"Dont be ridiculous," Bridget scoffed, touched by her friends humility. "You deserve far more. You saved both our lives, Will." Her gaze softened. "That is a debt I can never repay."
"As I told Faylinn that very first night, Ill not be taking a red cent of slaver money. "However," his smile removed most of the words sting, "something to drink would go a long way. Wheres your well?"
"Ive got a better idea. Cyril had a stash of brandy hidden in a wall panel. There is no way the girls would have known to empty it." She extended her arm towards the house.
"Mmm." Will licked his lips. "I havent had brandy in years. And then only a sip or two. I wonder if it tastes as good as I remember?"
"May it match your memory then. " The pair made their way up the steep stairs that led to the front door. Bridget gathered her courage and commented, "That reminds me, Will. I have a small favor Id like to ask you."
"You want me to what!" Will glared at Bridget as though shed grown a third eye.
"Calm down, Will."
"I will not." He threw his hands in the air. "Youre mad."
Bridgets expression darkened. "Ive seen madness; Im not. Here." Bridget took a swig directly out of the bottle and passed it to him. "Have another drink. Mmm burns." She hissed as her throat tingled from the strength of the liquor. They were sitting on the dock in front of the house, cloaks wrapped tightly around their shoulders, their legs dangling off the docks end.
"If youre not insane then youre drunk," he accused, but he took the bottle and downed a healthy gulp himself.
A lock of dark hair blew across Bridgets face. Exasperated, she pushed it back. "Not quite yet. But I am trying."
Will narrowed his eyes and let out a grumpy breath. "I knew there was a reason you didnt pitch a hellcats fit when Faylinn begged me to come along."
Bridget grinned knowingly. "Well, then youre a wise man, just as Ive always suspected." She took back the bottle, and brought it to her lips. The fumes tickled her nose and she closed her eyes this time as she tilted it back for long, deep drink. "Ahh " She wiped an errant drop of liquor off her chin with the back of her hand. "Smooth." Unseeing eyes shifted out to the churning waves. "It has to be done, Will. Please."
Will sighed. "Katie and I set your arm the first time, Bridget. What makes you think if we break it again and reset it that youll be any better off?"
Bridget was silent for a long time. Finally, she took two large gulps of brandy in rapid succession and passed the bottle back to Will. "Because it cant be any worse." Weakly she held out her damaged, twisted arm, grimacing at the pain the action still caused. "Its all but useless. I can never give Faylinn a life of propriety or even of comfort. But I can give her the best of myself. I wont lose my arm forever without a fight." Will remained unmoved and Bridget felt herself growing angry. This is not your choice, Will Beynon! "Either you help me do it right, or by God Ill just do it myself!" She moved to stand but Will stopped her with a firm hand on her shoulder.
"Bridget." His voice was low and controlled.
She turned flashing, slightly bleary eyes on him. "Make your choice, Will. If you havent the stomach for it you only need say the word." She snorted derisively. "Next time Ill bring Katie along with me." Damn. Bridget regretted the harsh words the second they escaped her lips.
Will stiffened and his grip on her shoulder tightened convulsively.
"Im sorry," she muttered quickly, looking away. "That was quite uncalled for." She peeled his hand off her shoulder and pushed to her feet. Reaching down, she quickly snatched the bottle from his hands and downed half of it in one endless chug.
Wills eyes widened and he began to sputter as he also stood. "Je-Je-Jesus Almighty!"
Bridget grinned rakishly. "No, the names Bridget Redding," she slurred. "But thereve been women in my past whove made that same mistake. Why, one time"
Will clamped his hand over her mouth. He pushed his hat farther back on his head with one finger and lifted a bushy eyebrow. "I wont have you sending me straight to Hell with your sinful confessions, Bridget."
Bridget blinked slowly. "Huh?" Hell could kiss her arse!
Will threw back with a roguish expression of his own. "Because then Id feel compelled to tell you how Katie screams her fool head off when I"
"Ewwww!" she interrupted, her face twisting into an expression of pure disgust. "Ewww. Ewww. Ewww. I dont want to hear that!"
"Its not that bad," he complained with mock indignation.
"Say you." Then, abruptly, she held her injured arm straight out, this time not flinching a bit. With her fist she gave it a jab or two. "See?"
Will blinked in amazement. "It doesnt hurt anymore?" This is some liquor!
"No. It still hurts like the Devil." She burst out laughing. "Im just too drunk to care."
Will joined her in a hearty chuckle, feeling the alcohol seep into his bloodstream and envelop him in comforting, buzzing warmth. Any hint of stress between them bled away and they continued to pass the bottle, with Bridget doing most of the drinking.
"Are you going to help me?" she asked him after a few moments, needing to steady herself with a hand on his arm.
Will looked her dead in the eye. He didnt want to. But . "I am."
She went a little pale at his words but still felt relieved. "Lets do it then. It wont fix itself."
Will let out a shuddering breath, unhooked the clasp at his neck and slipped his cloak from his shoulders. He rolled it until it was long and cylindrical in shape and then handed it to Bridget. "Think happy thoughts. Ill be right back."
"Happy thoughts." She nodded a little. "Right." Bridget steeled her nerves, which threatened to make her teeth chatter. This is my only chance and Im going to take it no matter how bloody much it hurts! Then, as though unconsciously following Wills directive, her mind drifted to her favorite subject and she smiled. She thought about Faylinns gentle kisses every morning as she awoke and the sweet, lingering scent of the soap that clung to her skin. It never smelled quite the same on her or Will or especially Katie. Thank goodness my Faylinn is not here to witness this now. Ill have Hell to pay as it is. Oh, wait. Hell is busy kissing my arse. She dissolved into laughter again.
Bridget took another drink, noting absently that the liquid didnt burn on the way down anymore. Instead, it seemed to pool in her guts and send a tingling warmth out to her extremities. Warm. Thats how she felt for the first time all day.
"Are you all right?"
Bridgets head snapped up and she realized shed almost fallen asleep. Disobediently, her gaze drifted from Wills face to the stick in his hand. It was at least two feet long and as thick as her forearm. She looked back up, feeling a little dizzy. "I have not passed out from fear or drink so I would say am I quite fine, though highly unlucky."
Will could only nod.
Bridget pushed her sleeve up to her shoulder, exposing the crooked lay of her arm. "Here and here, I think." She pointed to the two places her bone had been broken before. One was only a few inches from her wrist, the other directly above her elbow.
Wills belly clenched. He hadnt really thought about having to break it twice. He ran his fingers lightly over the two spots. He didnt have to memorize their exact locations. The skin around the bone was still a light shade of purple and it was obviously swollen. He settled his cloak over the higher spot first so that the wood wouldnt damage the skin any more than necessary. Then he held onto her left hand so that her arm was outstretched. "Ready then?" The man searched Bridgets eyes for any chance shed spare herself this. He saw only grim determination.
"Ready." She hiccuped then her brow furrowed. "Wait." She took one last drink and set the bottle back on the dock as she padded unsteadily over to one of the wooden support posts. The post was about shoulder high and she stretched her bad arm out as best she could and place her hand, palm down, on the post. When he joined her, she grabbed his shirt with her other hand and focused her eyes on his. "One strike each time, Will. Hard and fast. Make them count."
"I will, Bridget." It was a promise.
A little of Bridgets fear showed through in her expression and Will felt a heavy sensation creep into his chest. "Yes?"
"I dont know if Ill be able to stand for the second blow."
Will set his jaw. "It will be done. Never fear." His fist tightened around the rough length of maple in his hand until his knuckles shone white.
"Thank you," Bridget whispered and allowed her eyes to flutter closed. Her heart began to pound. I can do this. I must.
For a moment Will stood looking at this woman in utter amazement. She wasnt shaking or crying, instead, she was standing perfectly calm with her arm outstretched, ready for him to shatter it to pieces. The only visible sign of strain was a fine sheen of sweat that glistened on her face and the working of her neck muscles as she occasionally swallowed hard. Then he reminded himself that Bridget had endured the tortures of being an accused witch and still not buckled. She was no stranger to pain. He wondered if he would be so brave.
Setting his feet shoulder-width apart, he bent his knees a little and raised the piece of wood high overhead. God, help me to help her. Putting all of his considerable muscle into the motion, he began the swing.
Bridget heard a soft grunt and the whooshing sound of the club as it approached her arm with startling speed. Time seem to slow just before she felt the impact. She felt the air shift around her elbow and goosebumps break out across the exposed skin, making tiny hairs stand on end. Then the piece of wood exploded against her body with a pain so great it was more than she could truly comprehend all at once. The stunning blow snapped the bone cleanly in half, sending it tearing through muscle and sinew until it ripped through the skin at her elbow in a jagged mess of blood and flesh.
In less than a heartbeat, her knees violently hit the dock and she tasted the metallic tang of blood where shed bitten the edge of her tongue clean through. Her eyes bulged and she gasped as the agony that had failed to fully register a second before came roaring to the forefront of her consciousness with savage intensity. Arghh!! Saliva mixed with blood dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she panted harshly. She instinctively gripped her dangling arm closer to her body as she began to shake. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and hot, salty blood dripped from her elbow to her hand, trickling from her fingertips in a steady stream onto the sun-bleached dock. A light fog lifted from the crimson liquid as it pooled on the ground.
That same day in January, 1691
"Do you think theyll make it back before dark?" Katie asked, holding her mending up to the light coming in the window so she could examine her handiwork.
Faylinn sat in front of the fireplace and next to Katie so she could learn the new stitch the husky woman was trying to teach her. She brought a cup of tea to her lips and took a sip, enjoying its warm, sweet flavor on this cold winters day. "Bridget assured me they would. She" The blonde woman stopped abruptly as every ounce of air was crushed from her chest in a violent spasm. In a panic, she tried to stand but before she could find her feet her legs buckled and she dropped to the floor with a solid thud. Her hands flew to her ears as a mind-numbing scream ripped through her consciousness and sent her heart into her throat.
"Faylinn?" Petrified, Katie jumped up, knocking over her sewing in the process. "Are you?" Her eyes automatically shifted to Faylinns belly. "The baby?"
Faylinn shook her head vigorously, still trying to process what had just happened. She was trembling and felt as though she was going into shock. That scream could have only come from one source. "It" She paused as Katie helped her back to her seat and pushed the cup of tea back into her hands, placing her own hands around Faylinns shaking ones. "Its Bridget." Terrified green eyes met Katies. "Somethings happened."
Katies face showed her confusion. "Something? Bridgets not here, girl." Her eyes darted back and forth nervously as she responded to the horror in Faylinns eyes. "What are you talking about!"
Haphazardly, Faylinn set down her cup and stumbled to the door. She grabbed her cloak from a peg on the wall as she went. "Something bad," she said tightly as she disappeared into the cold.
Wills eyes were so round it would have been comical had Bridget not been writhing around on the dock in pure agony. "Oh, God. I think I hit you too hard." The stick fell from his limp hand and he sank to his knees alongside Bridget, afraid to even touch her. "I-I-I "
"Sfine," Bridget hissed from between clenched teeth as she rocked back and forth, one arm wrapped around herself in mute, pitiful comfort.
"Sweet Mother Mary, I cant believe youre still conscious!" he screeched. "What in the hell is wrong with you?"
Bridget sneered at him though she herself had wondered the same thing.
Will had thought for certain the shock of the strike in combination with the amount of alcohol shed consumed would have knocked her out instantly.
For a moment, Bridget thought the normally stolid man might actually burst into tears. "T-time for hit number two, eh?" she joked faintly. She wasnt sure at all if shed live through another strike, but it was too late to turn back now. She tried to smile to remove the stricken look from Wills face but her mouth refused to cooperate. Instead, it shaped an O as her stomach lurched and she began to retch painfully. Her breakfast made an unwelcome reappearance.
When she was finished, Will took one look into vivid, bloodshot eyes and knew what he had to do. "Let me help you, Bridget." It wasnt a question it was a command.
"What?" She coughed weakly at the acrid taste in her mouth and tried to focus her fuzzy mind on anything besides the millions of knives that were stabbing her arm.
"Sit up a little." He guided her with gentle hands. "There."
"Wh?" The last thing Bridget remembered was the sight of a meaty fist hurling directly towards her jaw.
That same day in January, 1691
"Jesus protect and keep me," Will said to himself as two figures appeared on shore like apparitions emerging from the evening fog.
It was Faylinn and Katie, hands on hips, feet tapping impatiently.
His rowing suddenly slowed and he turned to a very drunk Bridget, who had regained consciousness on the open sea, halfway to shore. "Im about to be the victim of a bloody murder. I just thought youd like the opportunity to thank me for torturing you today before I die."
Bridget sniggered. Her lower lip was twice its normal size and a lurid purple bruise covered most of her jaw. Her left arm, now broken in two places, was splinted and tied to her body so tightly she couldnt move it even an inch. "Feckless coward!" she snorted, pointing at her friend and laughing some more.
"I only thank God that I didnt knock out any teeth."
Bridget reached up and stuck her fingers in Wills mouth. She felt around curiously. "Why would you knock out your own teeth?"
"Phft. Blah." Will glared, then slapped her hand away, snapping a long string of spit that ran from his lips to her fingers in the process. "Ewwww. Keep your filthy hands to yourself, Bridget. I already feel sick to my stomach as it is. Youve no need to gag me too."
"I do beg your pardon," she giggled unrepentantly.
As they approached the shore, her laughter, however, died down. She took another drink of brandy then tossed the empty bottle into the floor of the boat. "Dammit!" Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why didnt I take two bottles?"
The boat creaked loudly as Will put his back into the last several strokes and they caught a small wave, gliding them safely onto the sandy beach. Now Bridget got a good look at the worried, furious gleam in Faylinns eyes. "Goodbye, Will," she said.
Will couldnt speak. He could only close his eyes and whimper. Katie had a rolling pin in her hands.
"Well, its truly been a pleasure." Badger stood up and smiled at Kayla and Liv. "Will you ladies be stopping by another day?"
"Wh-wh?" Liv and Kayla exchanged startled glances.
"You cant just leave us here in the story," Kayla complained, yanking the blanket off her legs as she stood up.
"Leave you where, lass?" Badgers eyes opened a touch wider and he regarded her with his normal mixture of mirth and curiosity. "You dont really think that that slip of a girl, Faylinn, killed Will Beynon, do you?"
Kayla scowled. Now that she thought of it, it did seem pretty ridiculous. "No." She shoved her hands into the pockets of her well-worn Levis. "I mean, well, how do I know? But, I guess not."
Green eyes twinkled as Badger offered Liv a hand up. "Thank you, Badger."
He bowed gallantly at the waist just as Brody had done earlier in the week causing Kayla to roll her eyes dramatically. Being with Liv was like walking around with a life-sized sample of catnip.
Liv folded up the blanket Kayla had tossed aside and set it down on the cushion. When she was finished, she dusted off her hands, wondering what shed do if someone hurt Kayla like that. Even if her lover had stupidly been the one to ask for it. "So how many teeth did Will lose, Badger?"
Badger chuckled and winked at Liv. "Only one. But it was Katie and her rolling pin that were responsible for the concussion."
Liv peered over Kaylas shoulder at the laptop that was perched on the darker womans knees. She rested her chin on a broad shoulder and yawned. It was almost 10:00 PM. "Ever notice how tired you can get from sitting around doing nothing like we did this afternoon? Thats so weird."
Kayla was too absorbed in what she was doing to do more than grunt.
Liv rolled her eyes.
An intense blue gaze flickered from place to place on the screen as Kayla watched over twenty-four hours worth of surveillance recordings taken in Mr. Keiths bedroom. No blood gushing out of the walls, big surprise. She was sitting uncomfortably on the hard wood floor of the bedroom in question, watching studiously as the laptops digital recording whizzed by at a startling rate. To her left was a small stack of DVDs. The womens damp coats had been laid out in the corner of the room next to a pile of take-out cartons, empty soda cans, and Styrofoam cups that had once held hot, black coffee. And as per Livs doing, every light in the house was shining brightly.
"How can you watch that so fast?"
"Whaddya mean?" Kayla answered absently, pausing the picture for a split second before clicking a button and starting it up again.
"Wont you miss something with it playing that fast?" she asked patiently, waiting for Kayla to come out of her trance. The only indication that time was passing on the screen was the eerie movement of shadows as they moved across the rooms floors and walls and a digital time display in the lower left hand corner.
"Nah." Kayla paused the display again then frowned and pressed play. "I know what Im looking for."
"Carrie in her prom dress?"
Kayla smiled wryly. "That would make for a nice change of pace. Actually, Im looking for anything out of the ordinary and for light balls." She looked at the screen as she spoke. "There seems to be an association between light balls and hauntings."
"Light balls?" Liv rubbed her cheek affectionately against Kaylas before dropping down alongside her on the floor.
Kayla paused her computer. "Tiny focal points of radiant energy." She cocked her head to the side. "Thats what I hypothesize they are, anyway." The tall woman paused the playback and set the machine on the floor next to her. Then she went over to her equipment trunk and dug down to the bottom, not stopping until her hands hit something smooth that felt like paper. "Ah. Here we go." She padded back over to her lover. As she sat down, she handed Liv a ragged Manila envelope that contained a single photograph. "They sort of look like little stars or like those pen-light pointers people use for presentations."
Liv opened the folder and examined the photograph. It was of Kayla and an old woman sitting around a small kitchen table. Kayla looked a little younger and her hair was several inches shorter. The old woman was clutching a crucifix with one hand and gesturing wildly with the other. Tiny pinpoints of light dotted the space around her. "Did you see these at the time?" Liv pointed at the picture where Kayla appeared to be looking directly at the other woman.
She shook her head. "Nope. It wasnt until I looked at the recording the next day that I caught a glimpse of them." With her index finger she traced the dots. "Those are yellow. Ive seen pictures of green, white, and red, too." A buzzing fly circled her head and she shooed it away with a few swats of her hand.
"Wow." Liv set the photograph down and looked at the computer screen with renewed interest. "So have you seen any yet on this recording?"
"Not yet. But thats why Ive got the speed cranked up. Theyre actually easier to spot in fast-forward mode. Sometimes the balls appear and disappear all in the same spot. Those are called stationary light balls. But more often they dart around objects or people like fireflies and leave a light trail the way a shooting star does. Theres almost no research on them though, because the only evidence they exist at all is photographic. Theyre not visible to the naked eye in real time and no normal or at least plausible environmental cause can explain their presence in most cases." Kayla turned her head and regarded Liv seriously for a moment. Then she smiled. "I like this." She wrapped her fingers around Livs and squeezed gently.
"Holding my hand?" Liv asked impishly.
"Yes," Kayla admitted with an arched brow. "But I meant working with you." Her smile widened until it shaped such a contented, happy grin that Liv found herself mirroring it without thought.
"Me too, Kayla. I feel like Im learning a lot."
"You are. And youre doing great." As abruptly as it came, however, the tender moment passed, and Kayla was all business again. She pulled her reading glasses out of the front pocket of her denim shirt and tucked her hair behind her ears before starting up the recording again. "This is murder on my eyes," she complained slightly petulantly. "No wonder I need these damn things."
They were sitting shoulder to shoulder, and Liv whispered her thanks when Kayla tilted the screen a little so they both had a good view. The picture suddenly went black and Kayla took a moment to replace the DVD. "Nothing for the kitchen. First floor hallways next." The scene changed to the narrow passage that led to the first cluster of guest rooms.
"So do you think this place is haunted?" Liv asked curiously, her eyes glued to the screen. She wasnt sure she wanted to hear the answer, but if she was going to get serious about this job she was going have to accept that it was at least a possibility.
"The feelings you described to me earlier the ones you had last night, downstairs?"
Liv nodded, remembering the icy chill that had chased down her spine and how the hair on her arms had stood on end as though being subjected to static electricity. "How could I forget?"
"Those are very consistent with reported hauntings." Kayla frowned. "Though the whole blood-on-the-wall thing is really more in line with demonic possession or some sort of cult ritual than it is ghostly. The profiles of those events are very distinct. And if I do say so myself," she shrugged self-deprecatingly, "I have a pretty good sense about these things and this seems like a haunting of some sort to me." Kayla surprised herself a little by how sure she was. She tried not to form any sort of opinion until shed analyzed all the hard data, but something about this job was different.
Liv swallowed hard. "Demonic? As in: Linda Blair, crosses, and spewing green pea soup?"
"Dont be ridiculous," Kayla laughed. "Besides, Id spew too if I ate pea soup." She mock-shivered. "Yuck."
"Thank God." Liv breathed a sigh of relief. "I knew that had to be fake."
"Oh, it wasnt fake," Kayla corrected her conversationally. "The film just combined several well-documented accounts of Satanic possession into one single incident for dramatic effect." She snorted in disgust. "So unrealistic. Speaking in tongues, the Stigmata, and levitation? I mean, come on!" She looked at Liv as though her conclusion was completely obvious. "You might get two of thosetops."
The smile vanished from Livs face. "I feel so much better now," she said flatly. "Thank you."
"No problem. But we dont deal with those intentionally, Liv. There are specialists who do, just like I specialize in"
"You could say that." Kayla stopped the recording again and jumped to her feet. She handed the machine to Liv. "Bathroom break for me and those six cups of coffee you bought." She glanced at the computer then back at Liv. "Can you keep going on your own?"
"Sure," Liv answered excitedly. Another fly buzzed around her face, and she batted it away, smiling diabolically when she hit it and sent it sprawling to the wood floor.
"Great. Ill be back in a few. If you spot anything out of the ordinary just pause the recording, okay?" She left the room, chuckling to herself when she heard Liv cursing as the dazed insect flew up from the floor and began annoying her again.
"Go way!" Livs hand darted out, and in an impressive display of coordination she snatched the fly out of mid-air and threw it hard against the floor, ending its tiny existence instantly. She stared at its lifeless, black body for a few seconds. "Dont look at me that way," she warned. "You made me do it. Its not like I wanted to."
Free from distraction, the blonde woman turned her attention back to the laptop screen. After a few moments she felt her attention began to wane. She rubbed her eyes and when she glanced back at the screen she saw it. "Whoa!" She hit pause, then rewind, and play. It was so fast that she nearly missed it, but if she was careful, she could pause it at just the right frame and see a fluorescent blue light ball. It looked just like the ones from the picture Kayla had showed her, and when she allowed the recording to play she could see it began at one end of the hallway and race erratically to the other end, where it disappeared. "Oh, wow." Liv paused the recording again and pushed to her feet. "I cant wait to show Kayla this. Shes going to freak."
She looked towards the door, feeling for the first time since coming to Edinburgh that shed actually made a contribution towards this case. Sure, Kayla would have probably found it herself. But the point was, it wasnt Kayla, it was her. It wasnt obvious either; it had been a good catch. "Where are you, ghostbuster? You didnt drink that much coffee."
Another fly landed on the tip of Livs nose. "God dammit!" She knocked it away and glared down at her previous victim, which was still lying on the floor quite dead. Liv carefully set down the laptop, her eyes scanning the large room. In the very upper corner she spied several more buzzing flies. "Where are you little nasties coming from?" she wondered aloud. Moving closer, she peered at the white wall, the same wall that had supposedly been drenched in blood only weeks before. Would bugs still be attracted to it? Probably, she decided, though surely the painters would have scrubbed it clean before painting, right?
She lifted her eyes up to the corner again. Several more flies had mysteriously joined the first few. She walked a few steps to the window and gave it a firm tug. It was closed tight. When she looked back the number of bugs had decreased. "What the? Ah. Ha." The flies were moving into the corner of the room and disappearing into the wall. There must be a crack. She took a step closer and heard a tiny crunch under her foot. Liv lifted her shoe and noticed a few crushed paint chips stuck to its sole. She brushed them off. "Hmmm "
Doing something shed only seen in the movies, she made a fist and knocked on the wall. Okay, that would have been more enlightening if it hadnt sounded exactly like a wall. But gamely she walked over to another wall and repeated the process. The resultant noise sounded firmer, and definitely less hollow.
Twin eyebrows jumped. Something behind the other wall perhaps? Liv spun around at a faint noise. "Kayla," she called out loudly, straining to listen. "Are you there?"
"Okay, dont be such a chicken," Liv said on a shaky exhale. "The only working bathroom is downstairs." She cringed because shed found that out the hard way yesterday. "Kayla just cant hear you." Liv put her hands on her hips and returned her attention to the wall, puzzling out how she could see what was behind it without tearing a hole in it. Next door, she remembered, was a small sitting room. "Well," she sighed, "might as well see what it sounds like from that side. Its probably best that Im alone anyway, considering Im already talking to myself like a crazy person."
Like the rest of the house, the study sat empty. Except for the wall that it shared with Mr. Keiths bedroom, which was covered with built-in, ornate, oak cabinets. Liv drew her fingers across the dust-free surface. The craftsmanship was truly beautiful. And they also meant that she wasnt any closer to figuring if there was something behind the wall. She opened one of the tall cabinets doors, which creaked quietly. The empty space was almost big enough for her to stand in, so she did just that. Deciding this was as close as she was likely to get to the actual wall, she knocked on the cabinet back, giving it several solid thumps. On the third hit, the wooden back gave way, swinging away from Liv and sending out a wave of warm, stagnant air.
A horrible, putrid smelled assaulted her and Liv covered her mouth and nose and stumbled back out of the cabinet. "Jesus," she coughed, trying to keep from gagging as a small swarm of flies flew out, some hitting her in their confusion before darting away. "Eww." Safely out of the cabinet, she glanced back at the study door. "Kayla," she called again, growing more alarmed with every passing second. Her partner had been gone for nearly twenty minutes and she was torn between going downstairs to look for her and continuing her exploration of the secret shed just discovered.
With a sigh she schooled herself in patience. Shes still busy, Liv. Get a grip. You cant go charging downstairs for no good reason and start banging on the bathroom door like some psycho. Shell think youre ridiculous. Part of her taking on a partner should be that she can have a few minutes to pee in peace if she wants to. But how friggin long does it take to use the bathroom? Tomorrow, dammit, were going to the grocery store for some prunes or bran muffins or something. I dont care what she says.
"Okay." Liv shooed away several more flies. "Lets see what we have in there. Please God, dont let it be a body." She froze, not having really considered the possibility until the words tumbled out. "Oh, shit." She searched her mind but neither the files nor Glen or Mr. Keith had mentioned that someone was missing. Okay, its probably not a body. Maybe its a dead mouse or something. Yeah. She suddenly felt a little better. Thats disgusting, but I can live with that.
Liv pinched her nostrils shut and moved back to the cabinet, ducking her head into the space between the walls. It wasnt, she discovered, really a hidden room like the ones theyd found in the house on Cobb Island. Rather, it appeared to be nothing more than an extra-large space between the walls. Thats how all these old houses are, for all I know. The space was no more than three feet wide and traveled the full length of the wall. The light that spilled in from the study wasnt strong enough to reach the corners of the hidden space, but Livs eyes were already beginning to adjust to the shadowy interior.
A folding metal chair came into view, and a tiny table that was, upon closer examination, a TV tray. On the tray was a pair of sewing scissors, a roll of masking tape, and a small pad of paper covered with doodles and phrases that were scribbled unevenly across its surface. I can read that later, when Im not in here. She stuffed the pad in her back pocket and picked up an empty pack of cigarettes and a matchbook. Ah. Some light.
She let go of her nose and lit a match and moved a few steps deeper into the space between the walls. The smell was filtering through her pinched fingers, bringing with it a disturbingly familiar odor.
She closed her eyes. Dont freak. Dont freak. "Ouch!" The match burnt out against her fingertips. Wincing, Liv popped her fingers into her mouth then lit another match. Several more flies buzzed around her head but she didnt try to knock them away for fear of extinguishing the tiny flame with her movement. The pack only had three left.
A few feet more and her eyes widened at the sight of what the flies were so attracted to. She stared in horror. "Oh, my God."
Liv felt a sudden rush of cool air behind her. The match blew out and the hidden door behind her slammed shut, plunging her into inky darkness.
Livs heart began to pound so hard she truly feared it would explode out of her chest, and her fingers were trembling so hard she could barely light another match. But finally it did light, illuminating the space in a hazy, golden glow. She let out a slightly hysterical laugh, relieved beyond measure that, other than the flies, she was still alone. She moved to the hidden door and with a gentle tug on a rope that had been nailed to the wood as a makeshift door handle, she pulled open the door. "Sokay," she told herself, laying a palm on her heaving chest. "Everything is okay. It was nothing."
Grabbing the folding chair, she placed it in front of the wood panel that served as a door, making sure that it couldnt somehow blow closed again.
The match went out with a gentle poof, sending a spiraling trail of dark smoke into the air. Liv lit the last match and quickly turned back to Mr. Keiths bedroom wall, taking in the sight for the second time.
Lines of IV tubing had been strung from mid-wall to ceiling at two-foot intervals all along the wall. At the bottom of these lines hung collapsed, mostly empty, IV bags of blood. They all had at least an inch or more of the thick substance still pooled at their bases and several of the bags had split down the sides. Inside the bags were dozens of dead flies that had crawled too far in while feasting on the rich blood and become trapped. The floor below these bags was sticky, buzzing with live flies and utterly rank.
Green eyes lifted to the top corner of the space and Liv saw the tiniest shred of light piercing the shadows. It was a crack in the wall into Mr. Keiths bedroom and the passageway to the outside world for the flies.
The final match burnt out and Liv ran from the room into the study, taking deep breaths of the fresher air. "Kayla was right. Ghosts sure as hell werent responsible for that." Shutting everything up tight, she stalked into the hall and stuck her head into Mr. Keiths room. It was empty. Where are you, Kayla? "Okay, ghostbuster. Ready or not, here I come."
Liv was just about to step onto the first stair that would lead her to where she thought Kayla was when she felt it. A sense of foreboding crept over her senses, and before she could even process it a dark wave of misery washed over. So strong was the emotion that she cried out softly. Kayla! her mind called frantically. Her chest tightened until it became nearly impossible to breathe, and she felt a rush of cool air that made her shiver. She would have gasped if it hadnt felt like an elephant was sitting on her chest. But the physical pain couldnt touch the emotional anguish she was feeling. God. Her hand shot out and gripped the banister so she wouldnt topple down the steps.
Then the pressure on her chest eased, and the air around her seemed to warm. She straightened and looked around with dazed eyes as she sucked in an enormous breath. It was over and the whole thing hadnt taken more than five seconds. "Holy Christ."
Her mind reeled. What is going on? The blood on the walls had clearly been a set up. Shed found proof of that. Yet something was happening here. The light balls had shown up on the recording. And this was the second time that shed experienced feelings that made no sense. Kaylas? She thought about that for a second. No. This wasnt even the telepathic or emotional connection she shared with Kayla. Thank God. This was something altogether different.
Now Im hearing things? But now there was the sound of footsteps. "Kayla?"
"Liv?" Kaylas voice boomed again from near the houses entrance.
Liv pushed her hair from her face with a trembling hand and looked up to see Kayla bounding up the steps. Her voice caught as she said, "Thank goodness its you." Her knees nearly gave way with relief when the younger woman wrapped long arms around her in an embrace so comforting it was nearly painful.
"What happened? Christ, you scared the shit out of me."
"Where were you? I" A noise at the bottom of she stairs caused green eyes to dart sideways.
Standing at the bottom of the steps, wearing a pair of black slacks, matching blazer and a canary-yellow silk blouse was Glen Fuguchi. She looked up at Liv curiously but didnt say a word.
Livs eyes narrowed and Kayla could feel the body in her arms stiffen. "Are you all right?" Kayla repeated, concern coloring her words.
Liv tuned out Glens presence and burrowed closer to Kayla. She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I think so. How I mean how did you?"
Kaylas brow furrowed. "I heard you scream my name."
Liv nodded and rested her forehead on Kaylas collarbone, knowing she hadnt called to Kayla out loud. The telepathic link was growing stronger between them everyday, and right now she couldnt help but believe that was a good thing. "I should have thought to do that before," she commented softly against Kaylas shirt.
"Do what, honey?"
"Never mind." She tilted her head back and regarded her partner with a mixture of worry and consternation. Liv gestured with her chin. "Is she the reason youve been gone so long?"
Kayla closed her eyes for a minute. Uh oh. Shed totally forgotten that Liv would be waiting for her. Glen had shown up when Kayla was on her way back from the bathroom. The Japanese woman had let herself in with her key and theyd literally bumped into each other. Theyd been having a discussion that was, in actuality, an argument, ever since.
Glen chose that moment to clear her throat. Loudly.
"Are you going to tell me why you turned as white as a sheet and headed for the steps like the hounds of Hell were chasing you, Kayla? Or will I be left to wonder?" Glen smiled sarcastically and Liv found herself with the urge to bitch-slap her into next week. The bad feeling she had about this woman intensified every time she saw her. How much was simple jealousy and how much was, well, more simple jealousy, Liv wasnt sure.
"Im sorry about running out on you mid-sentence, Glen," Kayla piped up, releasing Liv from their embrace only to wrap a casual arm over the other womans shoulder. "But I just had a bad feeling."
Glen arched a disbelieving eyebrow. "Ahh, more of your paranormal feelings." She emphasized the last word by drawing it out.
Livs nostrils flared. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Kayla blinked at her partner and then turned the same stunned expression on Glen.
"I dont mean anything at all, I assure you. I should be used to them by now. At one time we did spend a lot of," she paused and smiled again, "quality time together." Glens eyes locked on Livs and the look she threw her clearly said, Kayla was mine and you only have her now because I dont want her.
Livs skin flushed as her hackles rose. You little twelve-year-old bitch, I need to wring your scrawny neck.
"As I was saying to Kayla before she well, before. I spoke with Mr. Keith on the phone this afternoon. Hed like to have the furniture delivered tomorrow and is hoping to start showing the house to groups of travel agents by the end of the week. He was able to book a group from France earlier than he expected and wants this mess behind him first. I assured him youd have a full report explaining that there is nothing haunted about this property by tomorrow. Well be holding a press conference the next day."
Two mouths dropped open.
Liv turned to Kayla, unsure whether this was how things always worked. One look at the dark-haired womans face, however, and she was sure her original reaction had been right on the money. This was bullshit. "Kayla," she said, taking this opportunity to let Glen know that she wasnt only around Kayla because she had the hots for her. Okay, I do have the hots for her, but that doesnt mean Im going to be dead weight in this partnership. "Light balls did appear in the recording from the hall, just like the ones you showed me in the photograph. I paused the computer on the exact spot so you could take a look at them."
Kayla smiled proudly. "Great work, Liv."
Liv blushed a little under not just the praise but the undisguised adoration in Kaylas eyes. I am so lucky. But her expression changed when she remembered the reason Kayla had come flying up the stairs. "Just a minute ago, something happened here. I got this weird sense of" Liv shook her head, not sure how exactly to articulate what had happened. It was similar to what shed felt before, only far more intense. "It was an overwhelming feeling of"
Kaylas hand dropped from Livs shoulder. "Sadness? Like something terrible had happened or was about to happen but you were powerless to stop it?"
"Yes!" Liv exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Thats exactly it. It was a horrible feeling of longing."
Kayla nodded gravely. "Yes it was. I felt it too. On the way down the stairs when I was heading for the bathroom."
Glen couldnt believe what she was hearing. This was impossible. She marched halfway up the stairs then stopped and blurted out, "What are you talking about?" She wasnt going to lose a top-paying client over Kayla and most especially over Livs feelings.
"The same thing I was trying to explain to you five minutes ago. Only now Livs found something on the recording to back it up," Kayla answered impatiently.
"That doesnt prove anything and you know it."
Kayla looked at Glen as though she was staring at a stranger. Any other time shed been able to capture light balls on film, the woman had nearly done handstands. While they werent definitive proof, even within the scientific community, they were something that always made Kayla dig deeper, and nearly every researcher she knew felt the same way. But more than that, and why Glen had always cared before, they were something, on film, that you could show a client. "There is something happening in this house, Glen. I dont know what that something is, but my gut, my equipment, and now my partner are all agreeing with me. You cant"
"Please," Glen interrupted hotly. "Now youre basing your research on your girlfriends impressions? I dont care what she says! You dont expect me to believe that blood was dripping down the walls, do you? Thats the most ridiculous thing Ive ever heard."
Kaylas face became more animated with her exasperation. "But it wasnt so ridiculous that you insisted I fly half way around the world to come and check it out?"
Liv drew in a breath and opened her mouth ready to blurt out what shed seen upstairs.
Kayla and Glen looked at her anxiously as they waited for whatever it she was going to say. "Liv?" Kayla prompted after a few seconds. "Were umm ?" She rolled her hand in the motion for her to continue.
Liv licked her lips and focused on Kayla, turning her back on Glen, who was still standing in the middle of the stairway. Something told her to wait until she was alone with Kayla before talking about what shed discovered behind the wall in Mr. Keiths room. "No, I wasnt going to say anything," she said evenly and in a slightly raised voice for Glens benefit. For Kaylas eyes only, she mouthed later.
Except for a tiny jump in dark eyebrows, Kaylas face remained passably neutral. "Okay." Kaylas eyes pinned Glen. She wanted there to be no debate about this. "Whether or not you care what my new research partner thinks is immaterial. I do care. Shes proven to me already not only her intelligence but that she has a natural gift for this work. You know how important my work is to me, Glen. Dont belittle it by assuming Id compromise my integrity for a quick fuck."
Glen mentally blanched as the words unknowingly hit too close to home.
Livs head whipped around and she stared at Kayla in disbelief. She wasnt sure whether to hug her or slap her senseless. "Quick fuck?"
Kayla winced and lowered her voice. "That didnt come out right, Liv."
Liv pursed her lips. "Uh huh."
Glen glared at Liv evilly then, and pinched the bridge of her nose to ward off her impending headache. It had to be the linguists fault that Kayla was being so obstinate about this case. Though in all honesty, Glen couldnt recall Kayla being anything other than difficult. In the past, however, shed always been able to work around it. And I will again. Olivia Hazelwood is nothing more than a new obstacle on a very well worn path. But even as she thought the words she couldnt make herself believe them totally. "I want that report tomorrow, Kayla." Her voice was unyielding. Kaylas gaze went so cold Glen could have sworn the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.
Kayla pointed an angry finger at Glen. "Since when is my research dictated by what you want?" She allowed her hand to return to her side. "But if Mr. Keith wants a report tomorrow, Ill be happy to give him one," Kayla answered amiably, surprising both Liv and Glen again.
Glen let out a deep breath. Yes. Shes finally seeing reason. "Thank you."
"The report will say that at this point in my research I suspect paranormal activity."
"Kayla!" Glen stamped her foot in a frantic gesture of juvenile frustration that made Liv smile.
"Im sorry, Glen." But Kaylas tone made it very clear she wasnt in the least bit sorry. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Hes paying for my opinion, and so far thats what it is. After a few more days," she shrugged, "who knows? I need time to take more readings and see if I can get some base numbers to work with. Then I want to research the house itself. I should also interview Mr. Keith, the maid, and her daughter. I want to hear for myself what theyve seen and heard over the years, not just about the incident with the wall."
Glens hands shaped fists as she felt her temper rising to the surface. This job was supposed to be simple and clean! Kayla was supposed to confirm that there was nothing otherworldly going on in the house and then everyone would be happy. Didnt the woman care how hard she worked to get clients? "We dont have a few more days. Mr. Keith wants the report by tomorrow night and the client is always right."
"Not this time," Kayla shot back stubbornly.
Glen marched up the steps. "At lunch the other day you practically accused him of being a dawdling old man or a drug addict! And now suddenly you believe him?"
Kaylas jaw worked. "Its not suddenly. Its "
But Glen wasnt really interested in Kaylas answer, and the taller womans unusually reasoned response floated right over her as she stewed malevolently. Does she really believe the huge fees I negotiate are because people actually want real scientific answers? Is she that naïve?
Glens thoughts began to filter into Kaylas consciousness and she pushed them away without examining them as she continued with what was fast turning into a tirade.
Glen knew all too well what their clients wanted. They wanted peace of mind, sleep without nightmares, and a rational explanation for the irrational from someone with lots of letters after her last name. So what if every once in a while she created a little business? She gave them what they wanted, they paid her well for it, and nobody got hurt.
Kayla clapped her hands together loudly, causing Glens eyes to snap up. "Are you even listening to me, Glen?"
Glen nodded as she broke out into a nervous sweat. This cannot be happening. I will not lose this client. His fees are already spent. With Mr. Keith shed gone farther than she ever had before, guaranteeing not only Kaylas final results but a timeframe for those results. After all, she and that cute, curly-haired simpleton, Mary MacPherson, had created this little haunting. It couldnt be real.
"Glen!" Kaylas hands twitched with the need to reach out and shake the small woman until she was sure she had her full attention. "Dammit, are you paying attention or am I talking to thin air?"
Glen shook her head a little as she snapped out of her own thoughts. "I heard you, Kayla. Ill be back here tomorrow evening for your report. Unless youve got something tangible to show me, I expect that your research will reflect the truth.
Kaylas body went ramrod straight. "Are you saying Im lying?"
Glen turned around and began trotting down the steps. She had to get away from Kaylas prying mind and think. She needed a contingency plan. "Im saying that your reputation and mine are nothing to trifle with." When she reached the bottom she glanced over her shoulder at Kayla. "There is nothing going on here other than the overactive imagination of an old man. There will be a press conference the day after tomorrow, whether youre finished poking around here or not. If you want to make a fool of yourself by announcing there is a ghost, or Big Foot, or the Loch Ness monster himself is living in the mud puddle on the front sidewalk, then be my guest! But you wont be taking me down with you." Her dark eyes flicked to Liv and she all but sneered. "This could ruin her career. If you care for her at all, you wont allow that to happen."
Glen slammed the door on the way out, leaving the old house silent except for the ragged sounds of Kaylas breathing.
Liv was too stunned to breathe at all.
Eyes closed and alone in bed, Liv heard the clock in their room at the Bed & Breakfast chime three times. She turned on her side and reached out with one hand, feeling the cool empty space next to her where Kayla should be. She sighed and opened her eyes, finding no peace even in the warm bed and cozy room.
Liv stood and wrapped the blanket from the bed around her shoulders. Slipping a hand out she pulled back the thin curtains and looked down to the beach below. She could still see Kayla sitting there on a blanket, bathed in moonlight, hair blowing gently as she silently stared into the night. Alone.
"Kayla," Liv sighed, her heart urging her to go out to the beach, but her head reminding her that Kayla had asked for this time alone. Shed shared her discovery of the IV bags and the hidden space between the walls, where someone had waited to frighten Mr. Keith, with Kayla, who hadnt been at all surprised. To the contrary, the blood on the wall had never impressed Kayla as a true paranormal event. The fact that she could now be certain of that allowed her to shift her focus to the areas that were truly intriguing to her.
Theyd spent nearly an hour studying the light balls that had shown so clearly in the recording of the Keith Houses hallway. Those, and the feelings both she and Kayla had experienced in the house, were more than enough to whet Kaylas appetite for discovery. Kayla had expressed, with typical enthusiasm for her job, that she was certain the house had more to reveal. Just because part of the mystery had turned out to be a hoax, it didnt mean that the rest of it was.
It wasnt until Liv remembered the pad of paper in her pocket that the evening came to an abrupt and painful end. She and Kayla had flipped through the book and with every turning page exactly what happened to Mr. Keith that night became crystal clear. They learned the who, how, and why, as though the entire thing was a cheesy, scripted story and now was time for the answers to be revealed to them before the final act.
The first page, with the name printed in bold letters in the upper right hand corner, had identified the notebooks owner: Mary MacPherson, daughter of former Keith House maid Mrs. MacPherson. And Liv and Kayla both admitted that at least part of that made perfect sense. Of all people, she would have had total access to the house. Shed grown up there and had likely explored every nook and cranny of the old place. Who better to ferret out a secret hiding place than a child?
Page two yielded the how. Mary had written down step-by-step instructions for herself.
Call blood bank and make sure Tracy is working.
Remimber to pay her with cash.
Meazure wall for tubing - ask Tracy about size.
And on and on it had read. Liv and Kayla had actually burst out laughing. Mary was either several fries short of a Happy Meal or the most helpful criminal on the planet. Her entire plan was laid out in great detail, and in hideous spelling, right there in black and white. Liv wouldnt have believed someone could be so careless if she hadnt seen that stupid criminal special on cable television just before leaving for Edinburgh. The bad guy had written a ransom demand to a bank teller on the back on an envelope addressed to him, and then forgotten to gas up his getaway car, which ended up puttering to a pathetic stop right in front of a local police station. Actually, compared to that guy, Mary looked like a mastermind.
On the next page, Mary reminded herself to buy more cigarettes, a book on hauntings, and call about her mothers doctor appointment. And she drew a picture of a tree that wasnt half bad.
When they flipped to page four, the smile fell from Kaylas face and landed with an unceremonious thud. Things didnt seem quite so funny anymore. This page was spotted with lovely three-dimensional hearts containing the initials G.F. + M.M. Below the hearts was a phone number. When Kayla saw the phone number she jerked the pad from Livs hands and stared at it hard, her lips forming a tight, thin line, the hearts reflecting dully in Kaylas glasses.
"Kayla?" Liv had inquired, wondering what was wrong and feeling an unexpected panic well up so quickly from inside her that shed literally grabbed hold of Kayla and held on tight. "Hey, are you okay?" Shed searched her face. "You dont look so good."
Without a word, Kayla had gently removed Livs hands and pulled her cell phone from her bag. She handed it to Liv. "Go ahead. See for yourself." The words were bitter and Liv found herself caring nothing about the Keith House and everything about the well-being of her partner.
"Kayla, youre scaring me. Whats wrong?"
The tall woman had wrapped her arm around Livs slim waist and squeezed gently. "Call the number, Liv," shed repeated. "Do it."
And Liv had, her eyes flicking back and forth between the phones number pad and Kaylas face. When she finished dialing she brought the phone to her ear and heard the person on the other end of the line answer, "Glen Fuguchi."
At the sight of Livs mouth hanging wide open, Kayla sighed and flopped down on the floor, her head in her hands. "Dammit," shed cursed, in a low voice that sounded every bit as hurt and bewildered as it did angry. "I cant believe it. She set me up."
After that, theyd locked up the Keith House and come straight home to sit on the windswept beach and talk for several hours. Kaylas emotions were as raw as Liv had ever seen them, and she felt powerless to help her. It didnt matter that Kayla had suspected that Glen was up to something with this job. The bottom line was, Kayla considered Glen a friend. And her friend has used her. Badly.
With tears in her eyes, shed explained to Liv that she could count the number of people she considered more than mere acquaintances on one hand, and that Glen was the only ex-lover whod ever shown even the slightest bit of interest in remaining friends after the affair had ended. Trust was something Kayla placed a high premium on and rarely felt it in others. This was a painful reminder of why that was.
Liv pressed her forehead against the cool glass as she sleepily regarded the way her lovers strong profile was outlined by silvery moonlight. Ive got to do something. I cant stand watching her brood out there all alone any more. She tossed the blanket off her shoulders and sat at the foot of the bed as she slipped on her sneakers and tied the laces.
Glen, Liv believed, had been right about one thing. Kaylas reputation was on the line. They could take the information theyd found to the local police, but what then? All they really could prove was that Mary thought Glen was worthy of sharing several neatly drawn hearts with her. Even though Kayla was now certain Glen had been behind the whole thing, they still couldnt prove that. And what if they could? Who would want to hire Kayla then?
Liv stood and grabbed her jacket, shrugged it on. Taking the blanket in one hand, she quietly crept out of her room and through the house, not wanting to wake any of the other guests or Mrs. Thicke, who she was sure would go to the trouble of fixing them some tea no matter what time it was.
The air was brisk and fresh, and any vestiges of sleepiness disappeared with the ocean breeze as she strode across the quiet beach.
Kayla turned her head when Liv was still several paces behind her. "Why arent you sleeping?" she scolded gently.
"Because you arent," Liv answered, dropping down onto the blanket in front of Kayla.
"Thats not a good reason."
Liv wrapped the blanket shed brought out with her first around Kayla then herself, as she sat down between Kaylas legs and leaned back against her chest. She sighed as long arms closed around her, pulling her closer. Kaylas chin came to rest on her shoulder. "I dont need a good or rational reason for anything I do when it concerns you, Kayla." Liv smiled. "Im in love."
As Liv had hoped it would, that drew a tiny laugh from Kayla, who turned her head and kissed a pink, chilled cheek. "I know exactly how you feel."
Liv patted Kaylas arm and her eyes turned out to the black ocean. Like the night itself, it was beautiful and scary at the same time.
They sat there for two more hours, sometimes talking, sometimes quiet, and, for Liv at least, sometimes sleeping. Just before dawn, when Liv was feeling utterly safe and content, wrapped tightly in Kaylas arms, a wicked idea came to her. Lips more often used for smiles of delight and laughter curled into a predatory grin. Tomorrow they would set a trap for Mary MacPherson and Glen Fuguchi. "Only this time, Im the spider."
Kaylas heavy eyelids opened a crack and she searched the soft blanket for an eight-legged arachnid. "Huh?" Her eyes moved to the sand. "Where?"
"Never mind, ghostbuster, morning will be soon enough to talk about it."
"Sometimes I have no idea what youre talking about," Kayla muttered, giving up, at least for the moment, on trying to understand Liv.
Liv chuckled softly. "I know." She pushed to her feet, her butt feeling numb and her muscles sore from the long period of inactivity. "Uff." She extended a hand to Kayla. "Cmon on, lets go crawl into that nice warm bed with our names on it." Liv looked up into a spectacular blanket of twinkling stars and let out a long breath. The cold night air burned deep in her chest as Kaylas lanky body popped up alongside her.
They walked in comfortable silence, until Kayla turned and said, "Liv?"
"Tonight I mean, I know you were in bed and I want to thank you"
"Kayla," this time Livs smile was full of love, "you dont have to thank me, honey. Thats what friends do."
Kayla didnt even try to talk past the lump in her throat. She just squeezed Livs hand and continued her trek up the beach, knowing deep in her soul that in a world where it wasnt really safe to count on much of anything, a few things were written in the stars. Her heart filled with quiet wonder at the sure, solid knowledge that she and Liv were one of them.
"I dunno, Liv." Kayla pulled a thin gray, v-neck sweater over her head. "Thats a long shot with Glen." And I dont know if Im that good. She felt Liv, who was clad only in a pair of faded jeans, step up behind her and tug her hair free from her sweater, her small hands lingering there and running lovingly through her hair.
Liv heard Kaylas comment but didnt really have an answer, so she stayed quiet. If a long shot was all they had, shed gladly take it. "Can I braid it today?" she whispered softly in Kaylas ear, giving the strands of long, thick hair in her hand a tiny tug and smiling when she felt Kayla shiver a little as her breath caressed sensitive skin.
"Sure." Kaylas voice was dreamy. "You can do whatever you want."
"Wow, a blank check. Ive always wanted one of those!" Liv laughed and guided Kayla to a stool that stood in front of a small table and mirror. With a gentle push on her shoulders she directed her to sit. She picked up a large, soft-bristled brush from the table and ran it carefully through still damp tresses, stopping every so often to delicately undo a tangle.
Kayla closed her eyes and only barely stopped herself from purring. Despite what shed learned about Glen yesterday, at this very moment she was far too happy not to share it. Open your mind to me, Liv.
Livs mouth shaped a delighted grin as, silently, Kaylas thoughts eased their way to the forefront of her brain. She consciously relaxed, taking deep slow breaths and continuing the soothing stroking of the brush. One by one, she separated her thoughts from Kaylas, until, as shed been recently taught, she could properly focus on them alone. She let out a happy sigh. "Oooo, I love you too, Kayla."
Kaylas eyes popped open and her eyebrows disappeared behind damp bangs. "Youve been practicing the relaxation techniques on your own," she accused, privately pleased that Liv had taken the initiative in an area where she knew her partner was leery and perhaps even a little frightened.
"Uh huh." The admission came with another grin. "But I think I would have heard the words anyway, they were so clear."
Kayla shook her head in amazement. "Youre years ahead of where I was when I first started to figure out my abilities." She had no doubt that, while she had always struggled to pick out individual words from general impressions, someday Liv would be able to do that with little effort. The blonde woman was truly gifted. Though so far she had only been able to experience a telepathic connection with Kayla. Just the way that Kayla had only experienced emotions, along with the typical mental impressions that were part and parcel of her telepathy, when she was with Liv. She wondered idly, if, in time, that would change.
"Im working with a good teacher."
"True," Kayla quipped without a trace of modesty. "Ouch!" Her hand flew to her shoulder where shed just received a light swat the brush. She glared playfully into the mirror, trying not to smile at Livs look of faux-innocence. "Youre lucky I dont mind frisky women."
"Ill show you frisky" Livs hand flew to her belly, when a loud grumbling sound interrupted her. I should be embarrassed. But its so cool that Im not.
Turning her head to the side, Kayla reached behind her, and drew Liv to her ear, pressing her cheek against the soft warm skin just above breasts. "I think Ive discovered whats haunting the Keith House." She dropped her already deep voice an octave. Sounding like a television announcer, she said, "Revenge of the Killer TapewormIf Shed Had Ketchup The Entire City Would Have Perished." Her head moved up and down as Liv laughed.
"Very funny, Kayla. Just feed me soon or Ill be forced to become a Twinkie ho and sell my body in front of convenience stores."
"A Twinkie ho?"
"Im sorry, but I just cant hide it from you any longer. Im addicted. Im a slave to the tasty lard-and-sugar filling. I used to have Dougie mail them to me in Africa. I wouldnt ho myself for vegetables or anything, Kayla," she told her haughtily. "I have my standards."
"I can see that." Kayla nodded. While not as ravenous as her partner, she was pretty hungry herself. Theyd stayed up until nearly dawn and then slept later that theyd intended. It was nearly 11 AM. "I think we can do a little better than Twinkies though." She smiled at Livs indignant gasp. "Okay, maybe not much better. But a little."
The women had missed breakfast again, but today theyd found a note from Mrs. Thicke on a tray outside their bedroom door, saying shed made egg sandwiches out of their breakfast, and that they were waiting for them in paper bags in the refrigerator downstairs. Mrs. Thickes note had also reminded Liv about stopping at a grocery store before they left Portobello. Shed said something mysterious to Kayla about not taking any chances and roughage.
Bewildered, Kayla had just nodded amiably, correctly figuring that sometimes in a relationship she was expected to just shut up and go along with whatever Liv asked. Were men ever this confused? She suspected so. And now she understood. But if the price for being in love was broccoli or an oat bran muffin, well, she would deal with it somehow. Slathering enough peanut butter onto something generally covered up most of the taste.
Their eyes met in the mirrors reflection.
"What were going to do tonight is really rotten, isnt it?"
Kayla nodded very slowly. "Oh, yeah."
A pale eyebrow along with the corner of Livs mouth quirked. "Good."
A gusty wind blew outside the Keith House and fat raindrops pelted it, the sound amplified because the house sat empty and quiet. Kayla peered out at the front sidewalk from a small window near the entryway. Lightning pierced the sky in jagged streaks and thunder boomed sporadically overhead. Oh, yeah. She smiled.
A key slid into the lock and turned, but the door wouldnt open. DING DONG. DING DONG. DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG.
Kayla padded over to the front door and called out in an amused voice, "Who iiiiiiis it?"
BANG BANG BANG! The door shook in its frame. "God dammit, Kayla! Im getting soaked. You know who it is!"
Kayla leaned against the back of the door and crossed her long legs at the ankle. "Did you lose your key or something?"
"LET ME IN!"
"Get a grip. Its only water," Kayla mumbled. With exaggerated slowness she pushed off of the door and turned to throw open the deadbolt. She stumbled backwards as the door flew open, nearly hitting her. "Why, hello, Glen. I didnt know it was you."
Glen smoothed back her wet hair and shook the lapels of her black London Fog raincoat as Kayla pushed the door closed. She didnt like looking foolish and right now she knew thats exactly how she looked. The storm outside was worsening and her taxi had already driven away. She was just glad to be in out of the pouring rain. "Of course you didnt know it was me." She set her briefcase down near the wall. "You only called me and told me to get down here right this very second! I hope its because youre ready with your report. Im supposed to meet with Mr. Keith later tonight." She made a face as she scanned the foyer. "God, I hate Gothic. So depressing." She peered around Kayla. "Where is?" Glen made a vague gesture with her hand. "You know."
"Shut the fuck up," Kayla snapped, all traces of her former good humor gone. "Im not in the mood to deal with you being a bitch tonight."
"I could say the same thing about you." Glen ran her hand down the front of her suit, indicating how soaked she was. "Dont tell me your linguist dumped you already? Whatever will you do without a cute All-American girl to hold your equipment for you?" Glen sighed dramatically. "It must be difficult finding someone who appreciates your unique talents and your penchant for drafty old houses." She kept her voice light but knew the stinging words had hit their mark by the subtle shifting of Kaylas jaw muscles and cooling of sky-blue eyes.
"Does she know about your trust fund, Kayla?" She smiled when suddenly Kayla couldnt meet her gaze. "Ah, I can see that she doesnt. Why ever not? That is something a girl likes to know. It can make up for a lot." Too bad Im not willing to wait five years for you to get it. "It will soften all the times you wont call because youre too wrapped up in work to bother." She began ticking points off on her fingers. "Or when youll forget to eat or sleep and be a total grouch because of it. Or"
"Enough!" Kaylas temper snapped as Glen skillfully pushed all her buttons, making her feel raw and exposed. "She didnt dump me," she ground out. "We had a little " Her dark head shook as she searched for the right words. "A difference of opinion is all. If you must know, she went back to the Bed & Breakfast. Which is fine with me because I still had some work to do."
"Pity," Glen said tonelessly, holding out her hand.
A loud boom of thunder shook the house and Kayla felt a nervous ball of fear form in the pit of her stomach. She recognized its source immediately. Itll be okay, Liv. She projected the words with all her might, completely tuning out Glen. Hang in there. Its just a storm, nothing to be frightened of.
"Do you have my report or not?"
Kaylas whole demeanor changed and she looked down at Glen seriously. "Thats what I wanted to talk to you about."
When Kayla paused and glance around, Glen couldnt help but notice the unsettled look that flitted across her face. The fight with the girlfriend? She studied her carefully, using the many years shed known Kayla as her frame of reference. No, its something else. What she saw was a good dose of nervousness and fear? Whatever was going on with her had to be serious. It was more than Kayla being angry with her for pushing this case through. Maybe shed gone too far with the comment about her trust fund.
"Theres something you should know and youre not going to like it."
Now Glen was worried. She laid a hand on Kaylas arm, truly concerned. "Whats wrong?"
Kayla bit her lip and fought hard not to jerk her arm away. She could feel the coolness of Glens hands through her thin sweater, and her touch, knowing about her betrayal as a friend, repulsed her. "I Well, I think its better if you see for this for yourself."
An earsplitting clap of thunder boomed and Glen looked longingly towards the door. "No, thank you. Im in a hurry, Kayla." I need to be out of here. A lovely bar maybe, with lots of laughing people and strong drinks. Not that she planned on talking to a soul. She craved the comforting sound of people chattering away and not the thunder and pouring rain. Glen lifted her chin a little, determined not to show her discomfort.
She doesnt like storms any more than Liv does. How come I never noticed that before?
"Just say whatever it is you have to say, and give me my report so I can be on my way. Your fee will be deposited in your account by noon tomorrow. Consider this job over. Ill contact you again soon for more work."
Kayla shook her head slowly. "You dont understand, Glen. There is something wrong with this house. Very wrong."
Glen put her hands on her hips. "The only thing wrong with this house is that Im still in it."
A crackling bolt of lightning shot across the sky, followed instantly by tremendous boom.
The house went black.
"And the lights dont work," Glen continued, trying unsuccessfully to defuse the tension that now filled the air.
Kayla didnt laugh.
It was so dark that Glen could only see Kayla in the occasional flash of lightning. She heard soft footsteps. Why is she way over there? Kayla was now standing across the room in the doorway of the foyer with a grim look marring her beautiful face.
The tall woman glanced at Glen, her eyes shining silver in a bright burst of light. "Dont you feel it?" The room went black again and Kayla disappeared back into the inky darkness. She traveled out of the foyer and into another room.
Glen moved closer to Kaylas voice, telling herself that that was her shadow she could see moving. "F-feel what?" the Japanese woman groaned in frustration.
"How cold it is," Kayla answered quietly. "I have goosebumps, dont you?"
Glen shivered and unconsciously dropped her tone to match Kaylas. "Im soaked to the bone, of course Im cold!"
Kayla didnt answer and Glen felt another, stronger chill chase down her spine. This is preposterous, she told herself disgustedly. Im scaring myself. I will not be frightened of an empty old house.
"Its not your wet clothes. Ive felt it and so has Liv," Kayla finally said. "Its a a presence. It feels like something brushing lightly over your skin, doesnt it? Not like wind, but like fingers or a cool breath from lips barely touching you."
Unseen in the darkness, Glens eyes widened.
"I think it has something to do with the blood that Mr. Keith saw pouring down the wall." Silently Kayla moved right alongside Glen and whispered in her ear. "What if its dangerous?"
She couldnt see the other woman and the words seem to come from thin air. Glen snorted incredulously but felt her unease growing with every passing second. "Youve finally lost your mind, Kayla." But her voice betrayed her doubt.
"You know I know what Im talking about, Glen. Youve always been a skeptic. I know that. But you know me, know how rarely Ive been wrong about these things. You trust and believe me, dont you?" The words left a bitter taste in Kaylas mouth. She found small comfort in the fact that she really did believe there was a supernatural presence in this house.
Glen didnt know what to say. She did know Kayla. Part of her was absolutely certain that Kayla was a perfectionist and was, admittedly, an expert in her field. But no matter what she said, the blood on the walls was nothing more than a trick. She knew that with even more certainty.
Then she felt it again. It was as tangible as her own heartbeat. Light as a feather, a touch traveled from her jaw to her throat to her arm. She slapped at her arm. "Thats it. Im leaving! You can drop the report at my hotel when you come to your senses." She turned around and marched over to what she thought was the door, then adjusted her path when a flash of lighting outlined the dark wooden panel. She reached for the knob and pulled, but the door wouldnt open. "Kayla, is this some sort of joke?" She pulled harder on the door, shaking it. Her hand shot up to the deadbolt and she turned it, checking to see that it as open. It was. "Shit!"
An eerie voice called her name from the stairway. It was not Kayla. The low whisper repeated, drawing out the word. "Gleeennnnn."
Glen swallowed hard. "Kayla?" Her eyes darted wildly as she strained to see through the darkness. "Kayla, where are you?"
She was greeted with a stone-cold silence.
"Thats it. This isnt funny. Im calling the police and they can break down this door." Glen reached for her briefcase to retrieve her cell phone, but it was gone.
"Glen," the whisper had moved across the room. "Gleeennnn."
"Who are you?" Glen cried, dropping to her knees to search for her briefcase. The wooden floor was cold and hard against her skin and she knew shed torn her pantyhose. A hand squeezed her shoulder and Glen screamed.
"Glen! What the hell is wrong with you?" This time it was Kayla.
"Kayla?" Glen could hardly hear her over the pounding of her heart.
Kayla helped her to her feet. "Of course its me. You took off and I couldnt see you. I thought youd left until I heard you call my name."
"I-I am leaving." I am. Glen rubbed her temples, pushing hard. "Why were you whispering to me? That wasnt funny."
"Whispering?" Kaylas brow creased. "Why would I be whispering to you? I thought youd gone, remember?"
"I cant get out." Glens emotions were starting to get the better of her and her panic was rising fast, calmed only by Kaylas presence. "The doors locked. Try it."
Kayla did. "Is this locked from the outside? How did?"
"My briefcase," Glen interrupted anxiously. "What did you do with it?"
"I never touched it. I saw you set it down when you came in. Its on the floor." But when Kayla began feeling around she couldnt find it. "It was right here. I" She stopped talking and until the silence between them grew thunderous. "I think we should call the police, Glen."
The new urgency in Kaylas voice sent Glens pulse racing again. "Yes. Yes. Okay," she babbled. "Oh, no. My phone is in the briefcase!"
"Gleeennnn." The whisper had returned.
Glens eyes went round as twin moons. "Dont you hear that?"
"You need to calm down," Kayla reached for Glen again, and the smaller woman nearly jumped out of her skin at the unexpected contact. Kayla had barely touched her when they were lovers and never since. "Relax."
"Dont touch me!" Glen could taste salt on her lips from a cold sweat.
"You cant tell me you dont you hear that. Its clear as day." She moved closer to Kayla, wanting some sort of contact so long as she was the one initiating it. That was safe.
"My name!" Her breath was coming in short pants. "Listen for Christs sake!"
The whisper had changed locations again. "Gleeennnn."
"Oh, God. Oh, God, there it is again. See?" She whirled around and began tugging violently on the doorknob. "The voice is moving. I think its coming closer. Why cant you hear it?" Tears welled in her eyes and she started to shake.
Kayla grabbed Glen by the shoulders and spun her back around so that they were facing each other again. "I dont know what youre talking about or whats happening to you, but we need to call the police so we can get out of this house. My phone is in my backpack upstairs. Ill go get it and be right back. You can wait"
A loud boom of thunder interrupted Kayla, cutting through the sound of the pouring rain and howling wind like a knife through hot butter.
Glen shook her head, causing her black, wet hair to stick to her cheeks and neck. "Youre not leaving me alone, Kayla Redding. Not for one second!"
"No buts. Lets go now."
Glen reached out to take Kaylas hand but she was already several steps in front of her. "Dammit! Wait!" She could hear Kaylas footsteps but she couldnt seem to catch up to her and make physical contact. "Kayla? Kayla!"
"Yes?" Kayla said softly, feeling for the banister railing as she quietly ascended the stairs.
"I-I-I " Glen didnt really have anything to say. Shed only wanted to hear Kaylas voice and reassure herself that she wasnt alone. "What room are we going to?"
Glen reached the top of the stairs. Somehow the rain seemed louder there, and she squinted as she turned a corner to a long hallway and tried to catch sight of the other woman. "Kayla?"
"Not again!" Glen brought shaking hands to her face. "Calm down." Youre just being silly and imagining things. Theres nothing haunted about this place. You know that, even if she doesnt. Kayla is just being dramatic. But that thought stopped her dead in her tracks. Kayla dramatic? That would require creativity and imagination and Glen was certain those were two qualities that Kayla didnt possess at all. Hesitantly, she began walking forward, running her fingertips along the wall to help guide her as she moved. Rooms lined both sides of the passage and she listened carefully at each open doorway, hoping to find which one Kayla had stepped inside. She flipped another light switch but nothing happened.
"Is that you, Kayla?" Glen whispered harshly. She knew deep down it wasnt and her stomach twisted painfully.
"Gleeennnn," the whisper persisted.
"Shut up! Shut up! Leave me alone!" The small woman speeded up her pace.
A bedroom door behind her slammed shut and she jumped. She whirled around and tried to see what had happening, but it was too dark.
"Gleeennnn. Gleeennnn." The whisper was growing louder and angrier and another door slammed, then another, with the sounds coming closer and closer.
Glen let out a bloodcurdling scream and her hands flew to her ears to block out the loud sounds. Its coming for me!
A pair of hands reached out of the darkness and snatched her out of the hallway into one of the rooms.
Glen screamed so loud her throat felt like it was fire and she began thrashing wildly.
"Glen! Stop!" Kayla wrestled with the distraught woman, working to calm her. "Its me! Its Kayla."
Glens frantic movements slowed and she grasped hold of Kaylas sweater, clinging to her. "Kayla?" She began to cry.
"Yes," she said softly. "Its me and I have something to show you.
Proof of what I was saying."
"I dont need proof. We need to get out of here! Something is coming."
"Something is already here," Kayla said gravely. She pulled Glen over to the wall. "Look."
"Its too dark. I"
Kaylas grabbed Glens hand and pressed it against the wall.
Glens heart stopped when she felt thick, sticky liquid flow hotly over her fingers. "No. It cant be."
"Gleeennnn." The whisper was now in doorway of the room.
"Its blood," Kayla told her right in her ear. "Blood." Just then a flash of lightning illuminated the Keith Houses master bedroom and the wall where Glens hand was pressed. It was awash with dark, crimson blood.
"No!" Glen screamed, wrenching her hand away from Kaylas grasp. She ran to the corner of the room and slid down the wall to the floor, sobbing hysterically. She wrapped her arms around herself and the blood on them dripped into her coat sleeve and trickled down her forearm.
"Shut up! You cant be real." She began rocking back and forth.
"It is real!" Kayla shouted.
"NO! Dont you see, it cant be! I made it all up." Glens sobbing intensified. "Its a trick. I hired Mary to do it. Its a trick. Its not real!" Her face crumpled. "Its not! Its not!"
A bright light suddenly flared in the doorway.
Glen screamed and covered her eyes with one hand, temporarily blinded. A few seconds later, when she removed her hand, her red-rimmed eyes flicked past Kayla, who was looking down at her boots, to find a dripping wet, young man wearing a kilt and overcoat and a very self-satisfied smile. Next to him stood Mr. Keith with a mini tape recorder in one hand and his cane in the other. Finally, there was Liv, holding a large flashlight with the beam pointed at the ceiling, her white-socked feet drawing Glens attention.
Liv padded over to Kayla wrapped her in a big hug, lingering there long enough to whisper something in her ear. Glen watched dazedly as Kayla nodded, whispered something back to Liv and returned the embrace. A few heartbeats then Kayla pulled away, but not before tenderly kissing Livs cheek.
With a gentle pat to Kaylas side, Liv shifted her focus to Glen and slowly crossed the room.
Glen was still shaky and confused, trying to process what had happened, when Liv crouched down in front of her and waited until frightened eyes lifted to hers and held her steely gaze. She spoke in a gentle but firm voice. "Your briefcase is in the study next door and I think you owe Kayla an apology."
Glens mouth dropped open.
Liv leaned a little closer and whispered, "Kayla cared about you, and your little scheme really hurt her." She let the words sink in for a moment before the Southerner in her took over and her light Virginia accent unconsciously intensified, becoming nearly as pronounced as Kaylas. "You should really thank her after you apologize." She felt a rush of protectiveness for her lover and she narrowed her eyes at Glen, barely resisting lashing out at her for hurting Kayla. "It was because of her that I went to all this trouble." Then Livs expression cleared and her lips curled into a deceptively sweet smile. She put her hand on her knees and pushed to her feet, holding her hand out to Glen. "I would have just kicked your lyin ass."
Kayla sat up in bed, her back against the headboard, as she watched Liv getting ready for bed. As a little girl shed seen her mother go through the same routine and she smiled, wondering idly why it wasnt one she shared.
Liv was sitting on the stool in front of the mirror, wearing a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt. Shed bought the pajama pants here in Edinburgh, declaring it too cold to be running around in shorts, her usual sleep attire, or her birthday suit, which was fast becoming the norm with Kayla. She ran the brush through her hair for the final time and set it down on the small table in front of her. By rote she removed the studs from her ears and unclasped a small gold chain she wore around her wrist. Then she picked up a tube of fragrant lotion and liberally applied it to her cheeks and neck, softly rubbing it in until it disappeared against smooth skin. She repeated the process with her elbows and hands, finally catching a glimpse of a smiling Kayla in the mirror. Liv smiled back. "What?"
"Uh huh. It doesnt look like nothing. It looks like you were thinking about something pretty hard."
"I wasnt." Kayla shrugged one shoulder. "I was just watching you is all."
"Oh," Liv replied, suddenly a little shy. "I like watching you too." She set the lotion down on the table and clicked off the small tiffany lamp below the mirror, casting the room in long shadow. The storm had moved out over the sea and the sky was only occasionally lit with a flash of lightning and the gentle rumble of far off thunder. She slipped into bed alongside Kayla, joining her against the headboard and pulling the sheet and comforter up to her waist.
"Mmm." Kayla sighed. "You smell like flowers and sunshine."
Liv laughed delightedly. "I didnt know sunshine had a smell."
"Oh, it does," Kayla drawled emphatically, leaning closer to Liv and kissing the top of her head. "Because I said so."
Liv wrapped her fingers around Kaylas hand and cradled it in her lap. "Can you believe the timing of that storm tonight?" She shook her head. "Perfect. It was perfect. I think its the only time in my life I was happy to see one."
"Mmm Hmm Nothing like a little thunder, lightning, and a torrential downpour to make a place look spooky."
"True." Liv scooted down the bed and adjusted her pillow so that she was lying flat and it was cushioning her head as Kayla did the same thing next to her. "I heard you, you know."
Kayla let her eyelids drift shut. "Heard me?" she murmured.
"Telling me that everything would be okay, during the storm."
Kaylas eyebrows jumped but somehow her eyes remained closed. "Wow. All the way upstairs?"
"Yeah." She giggled quietly. "Having you pop into my head when I wasnt expecting it nearly caused me to wet my pants."
The brunette chuckled softly and rolled onto her side so she could see her partners face. She traced Livs cheek with her fingertips. "Im sorry."
"Dont be." Liv smiled at her fondly. "It helped. That thunder was starting to freak me out again."
Kayla was silent for so long that Liv wondered if shed fallen asleep. "Kayla," she whispered. "Are you okay?"
The tall woman had to swallow a few times before answering. This was the first time in her entire life her ability had helped someone she loved. Shed helped the scientists in college whod treated her like a lab rat with their own research. Unwittingly, shed allowed her ability to feed Glens greed. Shed even helped total strangers a time or two. But this made her heart hurt with pleasure. She was truly speechless. "Yeah," she finally croaked softly, deciding not to try and explain her feelings right now. "Im fantastic."
Liv blinked. "Well, okay," she answered slowly, not sure why Kayla was suddenly so chipper. "Im glad youre happy."
Kayla chuckled softly. "God, that horrible voice calling Glens name was awesome."
"That was me sneaking around in my socks, using my hangover voice."
"Remind me not to let you drink too much."
"The locked door?"
"Brody standing out in the pouring rain. I knew shed bolt eventually."
Liv yawned. "But you slamming those doors, one after the other. That was the best. That scared me. I wasnt expecting it at all. How did you manage to get behind Glen in the hallway?" she asked interestedly.
Oh, boy. "I didnt, Liv."
"Dont say shit like that." Liv began smacking the darker woman, who burst out laughing.
"Ouch! Ouch!" She tried to defend herself against Livs vicious attack with little success.
"I mean it!" Smack. Smack. "Thats creepy!"
"Okay, okay. I was just joking, I did manage to get around behind her." Not.
Livs hands stilled. "Youre lying arent you?"
"Well, dont start telling the truth now!" She began hitting her again.
Kayla tried to grab Livs flying hands but they were too quick. "All right, Im not lying!" She dissolved into laughter again.
"Thank you. Jeeze, keep your freakin stories straight. How can I believe you when youre lying for my own good if you confess immediately?"
"Dont talk about it."
"Not a damn word, Kayla."
"Fine," Kayla groused.
A light rain still pelted the window but its rhythm was soothing and constant and both women felt their eyelids growing heavier as the gentle patter cast a lethargic spell over them.
"Im sorry I couldnt get Mr. Keith to let you continue researching the house." Livs voice was so hushed Kayla almost missed it. "I tried my best."
Kayla lazily slid her hand beneath Livs t-shirt and let it rest against the warm soft skin just below her partners ribs. "Your best was more than good enough. He was a lot nicer about the whole thing than I would have been. I dont know how you managed it, but somehow I think everything is going to work out."
After a long very private conversation with Liv, where Glen and Marys actions had
been explained to the old Scot, Robert Keith had agreed not to file charges against Kayla
or go to the press about what had happened. But no amount of cajoling could convince the
man to let Kayla continue studying the house. Hed informed the women blithely that
whatever restless spirit dwelled there now had likely been there for hundreds of years,
and as long as he, she, or it wasnt the cause of the blood on the wall, his guests
could live with getting an unexpected chill every now and again. This was, after all,
Refusing any payment, Brody had agreed to watch Glen until morning when he and Mr. Keith could accompany her to the First Bank of Scotland where she would execute an intrabank transfer of every red cent she had. Mr. Keith would be refunded Kaylas fee plus interest, and the remaining funds would be deposited into a new account in Kaylas name where they would stay until Glens books could be fully audited. Not that it mattered. Kayla had already decided to simply refund every client shed had in the past two years out of that account.
When Kayla had told Glen what was going to happen, the Japanese woman had nearly had a stroke. Liv had come to the rescue again, gleefully explaining that, if Glen didnt agree to the money transfer, Mr. Keith would be more than happy to contact the authorities, and not only would she end up penniless but she would also be afraid to bend over and pick up a bar of soap for the next three to five years.
Kayla had burst out laughing, but Glen had had no earthly idea what Liv was talking about and the blonde woman had taken great pleasure explaining it. In detail. Twice. Kayla smiled just remembering it. God, even Brody blushed!
As for Mary MacPherson, Mr. Keith assured Kayla that simply telling her mother would be more than enough punishment. The old man had literally shivered at the prospect of what his former maid would do to her wayward daughter. Kayla suspected that he had just enough of a soft spot for Mary not to want to see her in jail, but not so much that he was going to let her off the hook completely, which was fine by her. Kayla found herself wanting to go home to Virginia in the worst way. She could visit her sister Marcy again and she knew Liv would love to spend more time with Doug. She could also give the history theyd found on Cobb Island the study it deserved, but mostly she needed to regroup.
"Liv, I know we talked about this already, but"
A sigh. Not again.
"But dont you think its wrong that Glen wont be punished." Mary was one thing, but Glen had been the brains behind the whole thing.
"Yes and no." Liv rolled to over face Kayla. She propped herself up on one elbow and rested her head on her hand. "If she gets exposed your career could be over."
Kaylas brow furrowed. "But" Her speech was cut off as two fingers landed on her lips, and stayed there.
"Its not worth it, Kayla. People will get their money back and you wont get hurt." Even in the shadows she could see Kaylas eyes flash. "Please," she said quickly. God, weve been over this a hundred times already. She tried another tact. "If not for you, how about for me? I just started down this particular path with you. Im not ready to get off it quickly."
Kayla let out an explosive breath and Liv knew shed won. She removed her fingers from Kaylas soft lips and replaced them with her mouth.
The kiss went on for long, charged moments, neither woman wanting to stop. Finally, breathing raggedly, Liv pulled away just enough to glance down at herself. Kayla had slid one hand inside her pajama pants and it was firmly kneading her bottom, while Kaylas other hand was under her shirt caressing a very grateful breast. No wonder Im having so much fun. "God, wouldnt this be better without all these clothes?" Liv said thickly, already working her way out of her t-shirt.
"Well, yes," Kayla, who was blissfully nude, agreed, "but youre the one who"
"What do I know?" Livs pajamas sailed across the room.
"You do get cold in the mor"
Liv pushed Kayla onto her back and laid fully atop her, their legs easily tangling together.
The younger woman moaned softly at the sensual contact, her previous thoughts whisked away by the erotic onslaught of soft breasts pressing snugly against hers. Moist golden curls tickled her lower abdomen, and the musky scent of Livs arousal called to her with a song so powerful it put the Sirens to shame.
Liv looked down into Kaylas eyes and innocently asked, "Do you think youll have trouble keeping me warm? Do you think you can handle that, ghostbuster? Do you?" she taunted with nearly diabolical glee.
A low rumbling growl was her answer and she half-gasped, half-squealed as Kayla picked up the gauntlet and their positions were reversed before she could blink.
"I can handle it, Olivia." Kaylas husky voice sent a thrill through Liv and her mouth went as dry as cotton candy. "The question is " A flash of white teeth. "Can you?"
Livs heart hammered in her chest. "I-Im not sure, Kayla," she answered honestly, seeing the passionate glint in her lovers eyes. She smiled. "But Im willing to die trying."
The sheets and blankets lay cold and forgotten for most of the night.
The morning found Kayla and Liv resting lazily in bed and hoping to spend some more time with Badger before heading back to the States. Kayla was able to book a plane out of Edinburgh the next day so this looked like it would be their last chance. Though she usually ended up doing some work in this city at least once or twice a year.
"So call him and see if hes around today." Liv stifled a yawn with the back of her hand.
Kayla lifted her disheveled head from the bare belly it was resting on. "He said we didnt need to call. Just to come by."
"Okay." Liv closed her eyes and sighed. "Its early, right? We dont have to get up yet." She felt Kayla chuckle against her stomach.
An eyelid opened and a blue eyeball rolled sideways to get a good look at the clock. She blinked tiredly, trying to focus on the numbers. "We missed breakfast."
"What a surprise," Liv mumbled wryly. She laid her hand on the warm skin between Kaylas shoulder blades. "You okay this morning?"
"You mean am I sorry about what we did to Glen?"
Liv opened her eyes as Kayla sat up. "Yeah, I guess so. And everything thats happened." Im worried about you.
Kayla smiled affectionately at her partner and lifted her hand to cup Livs cheek. "You dont have to worry about me. Im disappointed in Glen and my business is going to be well, things are going to be different now. Ive never had to try to get clients. Glen sort of just said be here or go there, and there would be a ticket for me at the airport and my bank account would get a boost after every job."
Livs eyes widened with alarm.
"Yeah, I know." Kaylas gaze dropped from Livs. "I made it pretty easy for her to use me."
"Mmm." Liv agreed wholeheartedly but she didnt think Kayla needed her to rub it in. "You can always get another agent."
Kayla just snorted.
"Or, we could do it ourselves? I can do scheduling and basic accounting," Liv offered. "I think."
"Really?" Kayla looked up hopefully.
"Sure." Liv turned her face and kissed Kaylas palm before she set it on the bed. "How hard can it be? You had a twelve-year-old doing it before," she laughed. "I dont know how well find clients yet, but well figure it out."
Kayla gave her partner a brilliant smile. "All right then. Its a done deal. Come on." She sprang out of bed and ambled over to the dresser where Liv had unpacked her clothes. "Looks like its going to be warmer today," she said conversationally as she opened a drawer. She picked up a heavy-weight, long sleeved, white cotton blouse and shook her head slightly. Ive never even used a dresser when I travel. Always just lived out of my suitcase. From now on things are sure gonna be . Two warm arms wrapped around her middle and squeezed gently.
"Will you hand me my blue sweater, hon?"
Yeah, she sighed inwardly. Things are going to be great.
They dressed in companionable silence, comfortable in the unknown future that stretched out before them because the most important thing was settled. They were together.
It was such a beautiful, crisp autumn day that Kayla and Liv had the cab driver drop them at the end of the long, winding dirt road that lead to Cobb Manor. Their boots splashed happily through the shallow puddles caused by last nights storm and pebbles crunched under their feet. The sky was dotted with white, fluffy clouds that floated amiably on a background of dazzling blue.
"Huh." Kayla pointed to the quiet booth by the front gate. A sign reading closed was neatly taped to the booths door. "Brody didnt mention they wouldnt be open today. He should have been back from dealing with Glen hours ago." She turned to Liv. "Lets just knock."
"Do you think were being pests?"
"Probably. So?" Kayla draped her arm over Livs shoulder, admiring the way the sunshine reflected off Livs golden hair.
Liv tilted her head up and brushed her lips against Kaylas. "Youre so much trouble," she said against Kaylas soft mouth.
"Isnt she though?" Badger boomed loudly appearing from behind the gate and taking a good five years off Livs life.
"Jesus Christ, Badger!" Liv laid her hand on her pounding heart.
Kayla narrowed her eyes. "You wait until you can do that to us, dont you?"
Badger jerked a thumb towards his barrel chest, his light eyes going round and conveying a devastating innocence. "Who me?"
The gesture was achingly familiar, even to Kayla, who blushed at the mans dead-on imitation. "Very funny," she grumbled petulantly.
Liv couldnt help but join in Badgers laughter. She liked Badger more every time she saw him and was already feeling a sense of loss over their upcoming departure.
Badgers gaze softened as it landed on Liv. Ill miss you too, lass. "Were closed to the public because we have a large private tour going on today. At this very moment, Sylla is trying to convince twenty-five Norwegian housewives that they are in dire need of pounds and pounds of shortbread."
"Ooo." Livs eyes glazed over with hedonistic desire and Kayla stepped between the smaller woman and Badger before the blonde woman could bankrupt them both by ordering another huge quantity of the tasty dessert.
"Are you free today?" Kayla inquired, an eyebrow lifting slightly.
"I just might be." Badger crossed his arms over his chest. "But it would take the right offer to keep me from spending my afternoon sneaking up behind Viking tourists and scaring them as they walk through the halls of Cobb Manor."
Liv scratched her jaw as she recalled the night before. "That sort of thing can be err interesting."
Badger laughed, low and deep, his entire body shaking with delight. "Indeed it can, girl. So," he refocused on Kayla, "back to hear more of Faylinn and Bridget, I take it?"
Badger nodded. "Good."
Liv watched them both in wonder, amazed that theyd planned their entire afternoon in less than twenty words between them.
The trio strode around the manor towards the stables. Badger pointed towards the door with a thick finger. "Pick your mounts, ladies. Theyre all bonny boys with lovely spirits. Ill be right back."
The stable smelled of fresh hay and rain and Kayla greedily drew in a deep breath of the comforting scent, deciding on the spot that the best place to hole up and study the history theyd found on Cobb Island would be her grandmothers ranch in West Virginia. "Liv?"
Kayla grinned. "Ill call Granny tonight."
Liv selected a ginger gelding, whose long mane was a shiny coal-black. She led him over to Kayla who had just settled a saddle blanket on a muddy-colored stallion with gray socks. She scratched her horses nose. "Arent you pretty?" The animal whinnied loudly.
"Thanks." Kayla smirked. "You smell great."
"I was talking to the horse, ghostbuster."
"So was I. Ouch! Ouch!" Kayla started laughing as she ducked Livs hands.
"Oh! I see I got here just in time." Badger walked in leading a white mare, speckled with black spots, behind him.
Liv hands froze.
Kayla smiled, assuming Badger was going to help her with her feisty partner, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Badger plopped down on a bale of hay. "Carry on, lass. Now Ive got a better view."
Kayla sneered at him. "Thanks, a lot, you old f Ouch!"
When Liv was finished she made a show of dusting off her hands. "Were just about ready here, Badger. As soon as Kayla stops dawdling well be good to go."
Kaylas mouth dropped open. "Bu"
"Hurry up, Kayla. Theres rain coming in again tonight and I dont want to be caught in it." Letting go of the reins in his hand, he marched over to where several saddles were hung on the wall and hefted one up. When he got close to Liv and Kaylas horses, however, they began to dance nervously and snort.
"Wow." Liv got a good hold of her mount, afraid hed rear. "They dont like you much, do they?"
"I suppose not." Badger narrowed his eyes at the beasts, ignoring Kaylas very interested stare. "Snobby things. Think theyre better bred than my own bonny girl." He handed the saddle to Kayla and their eyes met and held for a long moment. He quirked an eyebrow at her, but she held her tongue as he padded back to his waiting horse. The mare pressed her nose to his chest affectionately. "I dont keep her inside with the others, I let her graze wild out back."
"Kayla?" Liv couldnt help but notice the curious look on her friends face.
The tall woman snapped out of her trance and smiled at Liv. "Ready?"
They all led the animals outside, and Badger stuck his foot in the stirrup. "You might want to turn your heads, lasses."
"So we dont see you tumble off into that puddle there?" Kayla chuckled and pointed to the ground.
"Suit yourself." Badger flipped his muscular leg over the powerful animals back and the gusty breeze caught his kilt, flipping it up against his back.
"Oh, good Lord." Liv covered her eyes with both hands, feeling almost lightheaded as blood rushed to her head. She opened her fingers to find Kayla staring. "Kayla!" she admonished, horrified.
Kayla turned her head slowly. "What?"
"Give the man some privacy!"
"What are you talking about? Im blind! Ill never see another damn thing as long as I live!"
Liv dissolved into laughter at the indignant look that swept across Badgers creased face, glad that her lover had finally scored a point. But Kayla was right. That was the whitest ass Liv had ever seen. "Full moon over Scotland."
"You should have warned us to bring sunglasses," Kayla continued blithely.
"Ive had no complaints before!" He snorted grumpily and gave his mare a swift kick, sending her galloping across the grass.
Laughing so hard they had trouble getting into their saddles, Liv and Kayla headed out in chase of a very crabby, white-haired storyteller.
It took them a while to catch Badger, whod galloped over the closest hill, but soon they were riding slowly through the tall, blowing grass.
"What else is it youd like to know of the story? Theres a lifetime to tell, and if I know it, Ill share it with you freely."
"Bridgets arm," Liv began. "Did it ever heal right?"
Badger blew out a breath. "Aye. It healed. I dont believe it was ever like it was before she tangled with the cliff on Cobb Island. But she could use it well enough. And that was more than shed had a right to hope for."
Liv said a little prayer of thanks. Good for you, Bridget.
"The baby?" Kayla asked, shielding her eyes from the sun as she glanced sideways at her companions.
"I was planning on spinnin that particular yarn as its one of my favorites. Nothin else?" Badger shifted in his saddle and smiled at Liv.
Liv cleared her throat softly. There was just one more little thing. "Did they ever um you know?"
Kaylas eyes widened. "Liv!"
"Well, I wanna know!"
Badger chuckled softly and pulled out his pipe, letting his horse wander where she would. "So you want to hear that tale, do you?"
"Yup. And so does she." Liv gestured towards Kayla with her chin. "Dont you dare say differently, Kayla Redding. You were talking about this very thing just the other night."
Kayla bit her lip and shot Liv a withering glare. "Big mouth."
Badger grinned inwardly. These two were simply perfect together. "Well, as you can imagine, its not a story that I would normally pass along. Though I do know it, mainly because Faylinn and Bridget are sort of well, they were very colorful characters in a very conventional family. Among their own kin, they werent shy about the love they shared. And because they were both women, how it was that they came together was something asked over the years and answered with surprising candor or a smack in the back of the head " Badgers blue eyes twinkled. "Depending, of course, on whether you asked Bridget or Faylinn."
Kayla lifted a sardonic eyebrow. "Would the one who couldnt keep her smacking hands to herself happen to be oh, I dont know." She tapped her chin with her index finger and pretended to ponder. "Blonde?"
Liv stuck out her tongue.
It was an early spring and wildflowers covered the hilly Virginia countryside, filling the air with the fragrant scent of Azaleas, Snapdragons, and Oxeye Daisies.
Will and Bridget had retrieved Apollo from Cobb Island nearly a month ago, and the two mares theyd purchased several weeks back were happily munching on the thick, damp carpet of spring grass behind the stable. The mares had both been the recipients of Apollos romantic attentions, though the stallion appeared to have a preference for the butter-colored mare over her chestnut cousin. It was, however, too soon to know if they would be expecting foals next February.
Faylinn paused in her work in the garden to stretch her tired back. She leaned her hoe against the wheelbarrow and sighed, blocking the sun with the back of her hand and looking towards the west, the direction she expected to see Will and Bridget coming from.
"Dont worry so much, Faylinn," Katie admonished, walking over to the well and lowering the bucket into the cold water at the bottom. "Theyll be back today."
Faylinn sighed and ambled over to Katie, who looked down at her belly and smiled.
"Your little one is growing."
Faylinn followed Katies gaze to her belly and she laughed. "Hes going to be a big one, Im afraid."
"Please," Katie scoffed. "I was twice your size with my boy Richard." Will and Katies only child had taken ill as a teenager and died last summer, just before his seventeenth birthday, and the Beynons spoke of the lad often. "Youre barely showing at all."
"Youre not a very good liar, Katie!" Faylinn grinned, unconsciously rubbing her rounded belly as she spoke. "No matter how big I am, itll only get worse. I still have two months to go."
The bucket splashed into the water. "True." Katie made a face. "Youve got the hardest months yet to come."
Faylinn groaned in remembrance as she thought of her previous pregnancy.
The heavy-set woman finished reeling up the water bucket and shoved a tin dipper into it. "Here." She passed the overflowing dipper to Faylinn. "Its cool but the sun is bright. You cant forget to drink in your condition," she teased.
Mossy-green eyes rolled, their gold flecks glinting in the mid-day sun. "Not you too! Bridget talked to you before they left, didnt she?" Faylinn accused with a mock-glare.
"Oh, that she did!" Katie took back the dipper and took a long, satisfying drink. Breaking up the soil each spring was always the hardest part of gardening. "Theres a long list of things that youre not supposed to be doing in your delicate state, and they include most everything except sitting on your arse and drinking lemonade."
Both women burst out laughing. They were used to Bridget and Wills tendency to hover over the blonde to make sure that she wasnt taxing herself. But it was still a source of amusement between them.
"I see." Faylinn sighed. "And am I allowed to continue with your reading lessons."
Katie nodded gravely. "Only if I hold the Bible. It might be too heavy for one such as yourself."
Faylinn gestured wildly as she spoke. "Did you finally set her straight and tell her that I dont need to be pampered like a newborn?"
"I most certainly did not," Katie huffed. "And take away your chance to be doted on like a queen? Bah! I just shook my head and smiled." She demonstrated a completely insincere smile that caused Faylinn to be glad she hadnt lost any teeth.
Faylinn cocked her head to the side and listened. "Katie, do you?"
Just then, Will and Bridget appeared at the top of the hill, riding in the Beynons small, mule-drawn cart.
"Bridget!" Faylinn waved.
Bridgets smile was visible from the garden and she waved back. She jumped out of the moving, rickety cart, and walked beside it, rooting through the tools in the back until she came up with a large leather saddlebag, which she threw over one shoulder.
"Why dont you?" Katie stopped when she realized she was talking to thin air. Faylinn was already making her way across the homestead as quickly as her blossoming belly would allow. "Why dont you meet them and say hello?" she finished wryly, and leaned the dipper against the well.
Faylinns grin grew larger and larger the closer she got to Bridget, who looked fit and nearly back to normal. The tall woman had, by any measure, had a terrible winter. The re-breaking of her arm had led to a blood infection that had lasted for more than six weeks and had Faylinn at her wits end. Bridget had lost a shocking amount of weight and her skin looked pale compared to the rich, exotic color it had been when Faylinn first came to Cobb Island. But all that seemed to be in the past now as several weeks of good food and mild exercise had done Bridget a world of good. Faylinn couldnt help but admire her lean, muscular build as she watched Bridgets powerful gait speed her through the tall grass.
Panting slightly, Faylinn launched herself at Bridget, laughing when Bridget staggered a bit but still caught her easily. "I missed you!"
"Hello, dearest," Bridget greeted her joyfully, tipping back her broad-brimmed black hat and opening her arms just in time to catch Faylinn. "Whoa! I missed you too." Bridget hugged her tightly, closing her eyes and pressing her nose into soft hair, before setting her bundle down gently. She laid a palm on Faylinns protruding stomach and smiled broadly when she felt the baby kick hard enough to make her hand jump.
"Uuf!" Faylinns eyes widened a little at the sudden jolt. "Why must you make him do that? Hes a baby not a kicking mule," she complained, secretly pleased that Bridget continued to treat her pregnancy as though it were a cherished blessing. She rested her hand atop of Bridgets and stroked it gently.
Bridget cleared her throat and proceeded with her familiar correction. "She was just glad to see me and wanted to show it." Blue eyes twinkled. "Like her mama."
Faylinn nodded and locked eyes with Bridget. "Like me," she agreed softly.
Will rode by the women, intentionally making as much noise as possible by snapping the reins and stamping his feet against the buckboards. "Dont pay any mind to me, Faylinn. Thats fine." He stroked his newly grown whiskers. "I dont mind a bit. Im just passing through on the way to my lovely wife, who is likely to make me shave before I even get a kiss hello. But thats all right," he called over his shoulder. "Dont mind me."
Faylinn waved absently at Will, her eyes never leaving Bridget. "Hi, Will."
The man just shook his head. Those two only had eyes for each other. When Katie caught sight of Wills new beard she turned on her heels and stamped into the house. He let loose a string of curse words that made even Bridget blush.
"Are you hungry?" Faylinn asked, wrapping her arm around Bridgets and guided her towards the stables.
"Starving." Bridget slowed her step so that her stride would match Faylinns. "We didnt take time to hunt while we there, and I detest Katies jerky, which is more fat than meat."
"Eww. And to think that I was eating fresh venison that someone, who shall remain nameless, killed, dressed and left hanging in the kitchen before she left."
"Sounds like youre a very lucky woman."
Faylinn stuck her nose in the air in a snooty gesture that unerringly drew both womens mind back to the life theyd left behind in London. "I think so."
"Except for one thing."
"Youre standing next to someone who smells worse than Wills mules," Bridget replied flatly. "I need a bath before anything else. Though youve been nice enough not to comment so far, I know that I stink!"
Faylinn stopped and pressed herself up against Bridget. She made a show of sniffing the other womans neck and pressed the tip of her nose into the skin exposed by the V of her linen shirt. "You smell good to me," she growled, surprising herself with the sexy timbre of her own voice.
Bridget felt a bright flash of desire and swallowed hard. "I-um You can kiss me there again," she squeaked as Faylinns lips grazed her pulse point.
"All right," Faylinn answered happily, dropping another tender kiss on the spot. "But lets go inside first. I think Will is going to fall out of his cart if he leans over any further to watch us."
"Bloody pervert!" Bridget called out, drawing only a wave from an unrepentant Will. She chuckled, then drew a playful fingertip down Faylinns nose. It came back sweaty. Now that she bothered to look, the younger woman looked flushed. She pressed her palm against Faylinns forehead as she checked for fever, not that she would know anything but the most extreme of fevers if she felt it. She did feel warm and her hands and trousers were stained with dirt. She scowled and shot Faylinn a stern look. "You need a bath as badly as I do. You mustnt overdo it, love. Ive asked you countless times to"
"Dont you dare start that again. I was not overdoing, Bridget," Faylinn snapped crossly. "The garden wont plant itself, you know. With Will gone, Katie needed my help."
Sensing Faylinns temper beginning to rear its ugly head, Bridget backed off. She wasnt about to risk not getting a good night kiss from her beloved. "Fine." But her tone made it clear she still wasnt happy.
Time to change the subject. Shes barely home and I dont want to argue. "Was the spot for the cabin as you remembered it?" Bridget and Will had gone in search of a meadow at the end of valley near a small lake that Bridget had come across while exploring the mainland last summer. It was two days ride from the coast, beautiful, teaming with game and fish, and most importantly it was very private.
Several times over the winter, men from neighboring farms had shown up unannounced, needing something or other and sending Bridget into hiding. After a difficult conversation with Will, Katie, and Faylinn, theyd all decided that it was simply too dangerous to remain this close to town and Cobb Island. Katie forced Bridget to swear on her mothers grave that theyd come to visit often and Bridget had easily made the solemn promise.
"The spot was just as I remembered it." Bridget smiled and draped her arm around Faylinns shoulders as they continued to walk. "I was sure of its location, but I needed Wills help in digging the well since my arm hasnt gained back all its strength. We wont need to live in such isolation forever, Faylinn. Just until people forget about Cyrils death, his sister the witch, and his wifes disappearance." They could never return to England but just maybe . "Perhaps if we can raise enough horses to book passage to Scotland in a year or two?"
Faylinn smiled wistfully, remembering her familys beautiful ancestral home just outside Edinburgh. It was surrounded by fields of tall grass, and an enchanting forest lay just to the south. The estate held fond memories for her, despite the fact that, because she was born in London, even her own kin called her sassenach when riled. "Maybe someday, when the baby wants to see where his people come from."
"Someday she will like that," Bridget corrected with a chuckle. They entered the stables and her eyes automatically began scanning the stalls. "Apollo?"
"Out back with the mares. I think it was a very good thing that you decided not to take him this week. Hes gotten quite close with one of the mares, though hes mounted them both. Hes "
"Oooo, the randy slut!" Bridgets face lit up. "Excellent."
Faylinns eyebrows lifted. "I can see Ill need to guard your honor with a sword should any eligible bachelor come our way."
"Hardly," Bridget snorted. "My heart is quite spoken for."
A tiny smile curled Faylinns lips. "It is?"
"Of course! You know how I feel about Will," Bridget said with a straight face.
Faylinn bumped hips with her companion and ignored Bridgets burst of raucous laughter. "Arent you clever?" But she was smiling herself.
Once inside their room, Bridget tossed the saddlebag on the straw-filled mattress with a great sigh of relief. A large, split barrel, whose sides had been lined with pitch and that served as a tub, was already sitting in front of the fireplace, three-quarters full of water.
Bridget groaned in rapture just looking at it. The lake shed bathed in three days ago had been just this side of freezing. "Ive died and gone to heaven, and we know that cant be right."
Faylinn giggled. "You said youd be back by this afternoon. The water will only be room temperature but"
"It will be perfect," Bridget interrupted. She pulled Faylinn close again. "Just perfect. Thank you."
Faylinns eyes fluttered shut as she reveled in the comforting feel of Bridgets warm embrace. Shed done a lot of thinking over the past week, and shed made some frightening but necessary decisions that had her pulse racing. She was tired of being afraid, and determined to move forward in her relationship with her former sister-in-law.
Faylinn had craved Bridgets touch since shed first seen her on the dock at Cobb Island, atop a prancing Apollo and dressed all in buckskin. Since then her feelings had grown more and more intense and shed found herself wanting something. Something more. Though she wasnt exactly sure what that could be.
Theyd shared tender kisses and snuggled together nightly, but between Bridgets injuries, the resulting infection, and the nausea that had accompanied the early months of her pregnancy, things hadnt gone any farther. To make matters worse, since Bridget found out she was pregnant, the older woman treated her as if she was made of spun glass and would break under the slightest handling. If I have to continue to wait for you to start whatever it is two women can start, Ill go stark-raving mad! Ive seen the way you look at me, Bridget. The way you react to my touch my kiss. The way you watch me from the corner of your eye when you think Im not looking. This, she decided, was something they both wanted. Now she just had to have the courage to make it happen.
"Why dont we bath together?" Faylinn suggested innocently. She fixed her eyes on the laces of Bridgets rough-spun shirt and gave them a gentle tug, holding her breath as she waited for an answer.
"Uh Bu " Bridget mumbled stupidly, clearly startled. "Together?" Since when do we bath together? By God, that would involve being naked with her. I might die just thinking about it.
"That way we wont have to empty the water after youre finished," Faylinn countered sensibly. You did say we both needed a bath, if I recall."
Bridget tried to keep her voice even. "All right." She looked at the barrel. "It will be a tight fit."
"I dont mind being close to you."
Faylinn looked up into Bridgets eyes and the darker woman knew that all was lost. She would do anything Faylinn asked. She couldnt help herself. Bridget swallowed again, afraid that if she actually tried to speak she would ramble on like a dullard whod never laid eyes on a pretty girl before, which was exactly how she felt at this very moment. Get hold of yourself. Youve seen her undressed before. Mostly. "I dont mind that either, Faylinn." She smiled affectionately. "Though if youre going to join me, then perhaps I should heat the water."
Faylinn just shook her head. "Ill warrant our joined body heat will warm the water up nicely. Im not worried." She bent over and stuck her fingers into the tub, then brought her hand back to Bridgets lips and painted them with the cool water. "Its not that bad, is it?"
Bridgets knees turned to jelly and she shook her head. "Not at all." Her voice cracked on the last word.
"Its settled then." Faylinn moved to a small trunk at the foot of their bed, praying her legs didnt appear as wobbly as they felt. Opening the trunk she removed a large bar of soap and a scrap of linen. She could hear Bridget undressing behind her and felt her pulse quicken, but decided not to turn around. Let her get into the tub. I dont want her to think that I Well, I do want her to think that . Oh, God. I dont know what I want her to think! She let out a frustrated breath and calmed her shaking hands.
"You were right," Bridget sighed as she lowered herself into the tub. She could just barely stretch out her long legs and she wiggled her toes in pleasure. Faylinn seemed to be taking her time at the trunk, so she dunked her head underwater and came up after several seconds, smoothing her hair back with both hands.
Faylinn took a deep breath and turned around just in time to see Bridget emerging from the water. "Oh, my." She nearly dropped the soap.
Bridget wiped the water from her eyes but didnt open them. "Arent you coming in?" she murmured. "Its divine."
Unabashed, Faylinn stared at Bridgets wet, naked body. Firm breasts were half submerged in the cool water, and the rooms partially open shutters allowed in just enough sunlight to paint golden stripes across glistening skin. Divine is an understatement.
Transfixed, she crossed the few steps to the tub and moved behind Bridget, bending to dunk the linen into the water. She settled on her knees, idly musing that mens trousers were more convenient for just about everything. Looking appreciatively at the expanse of naked skin before her, Faylinn soaped the wet cloth then gently rubbed it over broad shoulders, dipping down for more water and repeating the process tenderly. This intimate act had become routine between them and neither woman wanted to stop it, even when Bridgets arm was healed enough so that she could easily take over the job.
Bridget forgot to censor herself and a deep, lusty moan escaped her throat as nerve-endings all over her body flared to life under Faylinns gentle touch.
The unexpected sound caused a flood of moisture between Faylinns thighs and she shifted uncomfortably, recognizing these first strains of arousal as the familiar signals her body sent her whenever they kissed. Losing herself in the moment, she groaned quietly in response, then blushed when she heard herself.
Bridgets eyes popped open and she completely misinterpreted the sound. She realized the shorter womans hands had stilled and felt a pang of guilt over taking advantage of Faylinns kindness for her own pleasure. She reached up and grasped Faylinns hand. "Thank you, dearest. But my arm is healed now." She hesitated only briefly before forcing herself on. "I can do this from now on. You neednt trouble yourself."
"Trouble?" Faylinns forehead creased. "But I like it."
"I like it too." More than you can imagine. "Youre not my slave. Come join me instead and have your own bath."
Faylinn frowned. She wasnt nearly ready to be done touching Bridget. She leaned forward and placed her lips directly on a wet, pink ear and whispered, "Let me do your hair, Bridget. Please. I enjoy it so."
Bridget was glad she was already sitting down. The maelstrom of sensation caused by the warm breath in her ear was more than enough to set her blood aflame.
Faylinn didnt wait for an answer; instead, she lathered her hands and sank them into Bridgets hair, pressing firmly. Her ears were treated to the most delicious, subvocal sounds of pleasure from Bridget and she wasnt sure which one of them was enjoying this more.
"Oh, Faylinn," Bridget sighed. "Im leaving more often if this is how Im treated when I return."
Faylinn laughed and tugged playfully on a strand of hair. "Dont you dare. I missed you far too much for that. Besides," she reminded, "I always wash your hair. I love how it looks when you wear it down. Its so so " she couldnt think of a word to adequately describe the wild, free look it gave Bridget that was so different from the elaborate, uncomfortable style fashion dictated, so she gave up trying entirely. "Rinse."
Dutifully, Bridget dunked her head. When she came back up for the third time, Faylinn laid warm, lathered hands on her shoulders and set to work on several stubborn knots.
"I do love you," Bridget said blissfully, letting her eyes slide closed again, and floating in that magical place where she was both aroused and relaxed at the same time. Shed done as much digging as her arm would allow and now her body was paying the price.
"And I you," came the familiar reply. Faylinn concentrated on relaxing Bridget, not speaking again until shed given sore muscles her full attention. "Bridget?"
Her voice was barely a whisper and she still spoke directly in Bridgets ear. "Did you think of me while you were gone?"
"Uh huh." Bridget nodded, her mind drifting. "Constantly."
"Does constantly include at night?"
A puzzled scowl lazily chased across Bridgets face. "Of course."
"Mmm." Faylinn worked her way lower, pressing her thumbs firmly into Bridgets spine, and earning another languid groan. "Thats good. Because thats especially when I thought of you."
Blue eyes blinked open and Bridget suddenly found herself very awake as welcome warning bells went off in her head. "Really?" she inquired gently.
"Oh, yes." It took all of Faylinns willpower not to kiss the throat that was so cruelly tempting her with its softness. Not yet. "Katie is a sweet woman, but she doesnt come close to replacing you for companionship. Still, we did spend our days together, and that made them bearable. The nights were different. I was here all alone, with nothing more to do than think of you."
Bridget sat up a little more, leaning into Faylinns expert touch, and exposing her nipples to the air. Faylinns words and the drafty room caused them to grow painfully hard, and she felt her breathing quicken.
Gathering her courage, Faylinn ventured into uncharted territory, subtly shifting her massage to a lighter more sensual touch a caress.
Bridgets nostrils flared as fingertips floated down her arms and then back up. Yes, Faylinn. Do that.
"I missed your body lying next to mine. The feel of your hair," for emphasis Faylinn ran her fingers through the soft wet strands, "your skin." She ducked her head and dropped a featherlight kiss on Bridgets shoulder, sighing softly at the taste and silken texture that made her want to devour this woman completely.
Bridgets belly clenched and with dripping hands she reached up and grasped both sides of the tub. "Fay-Faylinn?"
The smaller woman didnt feel like talking anymore. She swept a tangle of dark wet hair from Bridgets shoulder and began feasting on her neck.
"God!" Bridgets entire body jumped and her chest heaved, as Faylinns lips wreaked havoc on her senses. She had never been kissed like that before. Not with such devastating sensuality, love, and affection, all at the same time. Who was this woman who had replaced the shy, mostly innocent creature she lived with, and how long could she stay? "Are I cant believe Im going to say this." Please dont let me be wrong. She let her head fall back giving Faylinn more room to explore, which she did eagerly. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Faylinn brought her lips back to Bridgets ear, letting any remaining inhibitions fall by the wayside and doing what came naturally. "Yes." She let her hands glide down strong arms and into the water, only to bring them up in front of Bridget. Faylinn ran them up a lean stomach to cup Bridgets breasts tenderly, feeling their weight lovingly as she firmly ran her thumbs over erect, sensitive nipples. "Mmm."
Bridget bit her lip in a vain attempt to keep from crying out as she arched towards Faylinns hands. But the erotic touch proved too powerful and she let out a tiny whimper, praying fervently that Faylinns newfound courage wouldnt desert her now.
"Is this all right?" Faylinn asked softly, the brazen seductress suddenly replaced by the gentle young woman, who was still painfully unsure of herself in this arena.
"God, yes, Faylinn," Bridget breathed. Her hands moved to cover Faylinns hand on her breasts. "That feels wonderful. Dont stop."
"I-I " As though Faylinn suddenly realized exactly what she was doing, her eyes widened. She tried to pull her hands away, but Bridget held them firm.
"Stay, love. Its all right."
Faylinn stopped trying to escape and felt tears sting her eyes. "I dont know what to do," she whispered in anguish. "I only know that I want to touch you. I need to."
"Oh, Faylinn," Bridgets heart went out to her companion and she cursed herself for leaving Faylinn to make the first move. She had meant to do it months ago. "You must know I want this too. I want you."
"Have you ever?"
Faylinns head sagged with relief.
Bridget blinked. That wasnt quite the reaction she had been expecting.
"Then youll show me?"
Bridget felt her heart start beating again. "Yes. Ill show you." She turned around in the tub until she was facing Faylinn, then she tenderly cupped the younger womans cheeks. She graced her with a smile full of heartfelt compassion and undying love. "You can touch me anywhere you like. Anywhere," she purred, her lips forming a hopeful, sexy smile.
Faylinns eyes dropped but her mouth shaped a small grin. She felt herself begin to relax as she grew more and more confident that Bridget wanted this as badly as she did. And that she wouldnt be left to fumble aimlessly in her ignorance. "Anywhere?"
"Absolutely anywhere," Bridget swore, lifting Faylinns chin and forcing eye contact.
"Now?" Faylinn whispered, her eyes conveying her need.
Bridget closed her eyes. She wanted to scream hell yes! and simply ravish the pretty woman, but thoughts of her brother and his appalling actions held her back. Patience. "I pray so, dearheart."
Faylinn nodded, resolute. "Now."
Both women let out relieved breaths and leaned forward to share a deep, probing kiss that seemed to go on forever. When it ended, Bridget stood, sending a cascade of sudsy water down her body.
Faylinns dragged her gaze past well-shaped calves on her way up Bridgets body, taking in every inch of the lanky woman with sensual delight. When she finally reached Bridgets head she allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.
The dark-haired woman looked down at the bath then back up at Faylinn. Raising her eyebrows in entreaty, she said, "Join me?"
Faylinn nodded shyly, already aroused beyond words. She lifted trembling hands to her shirt only to have them replaced by steady ones.
"Let me," Bridget said huskily. Skipping Faylinns shirt for now, she bent down and quickly removed her boots, stockings, and the pair of borrowed and patched mens trousers. The younger womans shirttails hung to her knees and Bridget suppressed a smile at how cute she looked as she carefully guided Faylinn into the tepid water.
The cool liquid soothed Faylinns overheated skin, but any pretense of rational thought was whisked away when Bridget began to remove her shirt.
Bridget took her time, her knuckles gently brushing over the lush curve of Faylinns breasts and her fingertips moving purposely lower to stroke a round belly through the linen.
Suddenly the loose shirt seemed rough and hot against her skin and was too much for Faylinn to bear. "Hurry, Bridget!" she insisted, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please."
Bridget smiled and pushed the thin material from Faylinns shoulders. It pooled below her breasts, Bridget openly admired every inch of exposed skin in a way she hadnt permitted herself before. Her eyes darkened at the arousing sight.
Faylinn held the material around her middle and looked up at Bridget nervously. "My stomach"
"Is beautiful. Just as you are," Bridget assured her seriously. To prove her point, she dropped to her knees, sending a wave of water over the edge of the tub. Leaning forward, she lifted the tails of Faylinns shirt, kissing every new inch of exposed skin, humming with undisguised delight and desire as she went.
Faylinn felt as though she was on sensory overload as wet lips traveled up her thighs. Her breasts ached and her center throbbed in time with her heartbeat. This new, unknown level of arousal would have been frightening if it were not for the loving woman who had one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, grounding her.
By the time Bridgets mouth reached the apex of Faylinns thighs the blonde woman was whimpering softly, sure that her legs wouldnt hold her weight. She grasped Bridgets shoulders for support, moaning when lips softer than any shed ever known skimmed quickly over damp, blonde curls, to lay a series of sweet kisses on the underside of her belly.
Never stopping her kisses, Bridget swept the shirt down over the flare of Faylinns hips instead of lifting it over her hips, removing the garment completely.
With a tug of Faylinns hand, Bridget guided her into the water until she was straddling her. Their combined mass sent more water sloshing over the edge of the tub, though neither gave it a second thought.
Warm thighs slid around Bridgets hips and she sighed at the contact, a wave of heated blood pooling in her belly. She picked up the linen rag from the edge of the tub and ran it over Faylinns face and neck and shoulders, enjoying returning the gentle attention shed so lovingly received all these months. Finally, she dropped the cloth and repeated the gentle motion with her fingertips, causing Faylinn to gasp at the sensation.
"Dont be afraid," Bridget whispered, leaning forward to kiss the tip of Faylinns nose, her cheeks, and finally her closed eyelids. "I would never hurt you." She dropped her hands to Faylinns waist, feeling the ribs expand and contract quickly at her touch.
"I know." Faylinns eyes opened slowly and she gasped at the look of breathless desire on Bridgets face, knowing herself captured in the smoldering sea of vibrant blue. She loosely wrapped her arms around Bridgets neck, bringing their bodies closer together, and feeling a tuft of dark, coarse hairs tickle her inner thighs and bottom as she moved.
They both smiled, feeling the importance of the moment but relaxing under each others loving gaze.
Bridget sank her fingers into Faylinns pale hair and drew their lips together, kissing her teasingly. She nipped first at her bottom lip, then her top, not stopping until Faylinn used the hands at the nape of Bridgets neck to crush their mouths together in a passionate frenzy. Hot tongues collided, tasting and stroking, each womans urgent moans fueling the others actions.
Remembering the feeling of soft, firm breasts in her hands, Faylinn sought to repeat the experience. She reached between them and rubbed her palms over erect nipples.
Bridget hissed as though shed been burned.
Overcome with curiosity Faylinn broke their torrid kiss and stared at the aroused flesh beneath her hand. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as a crazy thought entered her mind. She felt compelled to move forward, wanting to drop her lips
"Do it," Bridget whispered hotly, Faylinns thoughts merging with her own.
Faylinn glanced up quickly, blushing despite her wanton position, and understanding at once that Bridget had read her mind. The Redding familys abilities had been explained to her more than once over the past few months, and shed accepted what it meant for her and for her unborn child with a measure of grace, courage, and inquisitiveness that stole Bridgets heart all over again. Faylinn had never imagined, however, how such a skill might come in handy in situations like this, and she found herself wondering how long Bridget had known that she desperately wanted her as a lover. "Can I?" she questioned for the second time this afternoon, needing to be reassured.
Bridget nodded, her heavy-lidded heated gaze burning a hole through Faylinn. Her nostrils flared gently. "Do it before I do it to you."
Faylinn felt the words like fire racing over skin. She let out a primal growl and descended upon Bridgets breasts, fondling with both hands and kissing them from the outside in. She thrilled at how Bridget writhed under her lips and tongue, and at the feeling of skin so silky it melted in her mouth. When she reached a dusky nipple there was no hesitation; she enveloped it in her hot mouth, rolling her tongue around it and purring against the exquisite flesh.
Bridget moaned loudly, her hips thrusting upward of their own volition as Faylinn continued to suckle her. The younger womans teeth grazed the sensitive tip and she cried out again, wondering if she might come from this alone. When she could take no more, she put her hands on both sides of Faylinns face and brought their mouths together for another incendiary kiss.
The last remaining vestiges of their inhibitions were washed away when Faylinns thoughts made themselves clear in Bridgets mind once again. They mirrored her own needs and there was never a question that Bridget would do everything within her power to fulfil her lovers deepest desires. Wasting no more time, she leaned forward taking Faylinn with her. "God, I want to make you explode," Bridget murmured.
The words barely penetrated the hedonistic haze that Faylinn was drowning in but insistent hands broke her suction on Bridgets nipples. Her face was flushed and she shook her head in frustration. Can women ? I dont . "I-I dont understand."
"You will," Bridget vowed, leaning forward and kissing the valley between Faylinns breasts. Her other hand snaked down between their bodies and began stroking the silky skin of Faylinns inner thigh.
Faylinn screwed her eyes tightly shut and braced herself by grabbing the side of the tub. A pressure was building deep within her so fast and strong she didnt know what else to do. "Oh, God."
Bridget turned her head and brushed her cheek against Faylinns hypersensitive nipple before taking it into her mouth. She groaned against the luscious flesh, sucking greedily.
"Jesus!" Faylinn nearly spasmed out of the tub, but a long arm held her securely in place.
"Let me touch you," Bridget drew her fingertip over Faylinns swollen lower lips, "here."
Faylinn swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes! Please," she begged shamelessly, her heart threatening to beat out of control.
Bridget stroked her relentlessly, feeling Faylinns body begin to quake. The motion of her fingers never wavered as she kissed her way up from heavy breasts. She took her time when she reached Faylinns slender neck, dipping her tongue in the hollow of her throat and kissing her pulse point gently, feeling the pounding of the younger womans heart and the rushing of her blood against her lips. By the time her lips found a delicate ear, Faylinns arms were shaking and their bodies were slick with sweat.
Breathing heavily, Bridget pressed her lips to Faylinns ear and said the words she knew her lover needed to hear. "I love you. And its all right, dearest."
Faylinn whimpered and let her forehead drop Bridgets shoulder as her hips took on a life of their own, moving against Bridgets hand.
"Ive got you," Bridget promised. "Relax and let it happen."
Faylinn shook her head wildly. "I-I dont"
"You do," she assured her, dropping a heated kiss on the delicate skin below Faylinns ear. "Let me love you," she whispered. "Let me have all of you." Bridget moved her fingers slightly and began a massage of Faylinns most sensitive spot.
Lips parted, Faylinns eyes flew open and her entire body stilled, her white-knuckled grip causing the wooden slats in the tub to creak in protest. The pressure from within her built to breaking point and beyond until, in one furious instant, the dam was shattered and her body began to quake. Her eyes clamped shut and she threw her head back, screaming as a powerful orgasm swept through her, threatening to tear her in two. She convulsed again and again, groaning loudly and sending more water cascading to the floor.
Faylinns heart began to calm and she fell bonelessly against Bridget, still panting.
Bridget wrapped her in a tight embrace, thrilled to the core by her lovers response. She pushed pale, damp hair from Faylinns eyes and kissed her forehead, quietly murmuring words of heartfelt devotion and love.
"Oh, my God," Faylinn whispered when enough blood had finally made it to her brain so that she could actually think. "We could have been doing that every night and youve allowed me to get by with only a kiss goodnight? What is wrong with you, Bridget Redding?"
Bridget let loose a rarely heard, full-fledged laugh. "I love you madly, Faylinn."
Faylinn found the strength to lift her head and look at Bridget. She quirked an eyebrow then she kissed her soundly. "I love you too."
"You um Well, you still want me to show you some things, dont you? Now, remember?"
Faylinn smiled at the hint of desperation that colored Bridgets words, well imagining the state she was in. She brought both her hands to her lovers flushed face and stroked her cheeks tenderly, giving her a dazzling smile that managed to show every ounce of the love she held in her heart. "Yes, Bridget. Now."
Kayla and Liv blinked dazedly as Badger stopped talking, turned over his pipe, and tapped out the few shards of remaining tobacco.
Liv closed her sagging jaw and shook her head as she gave her horse a quick kick, sending him galloping away from the old man and Kayla.
"What in the?" Kayla turned in the saddle and watched Livs flight across the grassy meadow.
"Better go after her, lass. Ive got to get some water anyway." Badger lifted an old-fashioned leather bladder whose handle was made from woven strips of leather and dyed in the same colors as his kilt. He held it up and sucked down the last few sips of water, wiping a few errant drops from his beard. "My throat couldnt be drier."
"Wouldnt a regular canteen be easier?"
Their eyes locked and a wordless understanding passed between them. Badger bowed his head slightly then winked. "Now you ken as well as I do, Kayla Redding, one of those shiny metal canteens, or worse yet, an awful plastic one, would ruin my lovely costume. What would the tourists think?" He reached down and absently stroked his mares snowy mane. "Go on now. Find out what sent your lady tearing out of here like the Devil was on her heels. Or maybe youre just trying to stay around long enough to watch me climb down off this horse?"
Kayla paled. "No!"
"Your loss, lass." Badger grinned roguishly. "Theres a clean stream at the bottom of the brae, just on the other side of the tree line. Ill see you there in a few moments." He reached back and patted his horses rump, sending her cantering towards the trees.
Kayla rode over to Liv, who was talking to herself. Loudly. "Whats up?"
Liv looked at Kayla as if the answer was obvious. "I cant believe it!"
Kayla waited for Liv to continue but the older woman simply crossed her arms over her chest. Kayla sighed. "Believe what, Liv?"
"Badger and that freakin story! I was you know." She emphasized the last word.
Kayla wriggled her eyebrows. "Well, you did ask. But even if their story is family lore, I have a hard time believing that they would ever tell anyone something so person"
"Thats not the point," Liv snapped.
"Are you expecting me to read your mind here?" Kayla put her hands on her hips, her patience slipping away quickly. "Because if you just tell me what has your panties in such a wad it would really make things easier."
"The point is, I was riding along, listening to a man old enough to be my grandfather, and who looks like Santa, talk about two dead chicks getting it on, and I was getting hot! Im worse than Dougie, who is a walking breathing hormone. Im sick," she exclaimed, thoroughly appalled.
Kayla bit her bottom lip.
"Dont you dare laugh, Kayla." Liv narrowed her eyes. "Its not funny. Its its yucky! I just ran the speeding chariot to Hell right off the road so I could get there first. And now Christmas is ruined too!"
Kayla couldnt take it anymore and dissolved into laughter. "Why did you ask then? Its not like he offered to tell you out of the blue, you know."
Ignoring what she considered a rhetorical question, Liv shot Kayla a disgusted look then noticed for the first time that they were alone. She glanced around. "Wheres Badger?"
"He went to get some water from a stream over there." Kayla pointed to the spot in the heavy tree line where the sturdy man had disappeared.
"Why didnt you say so?" With a tug of the reins, Liv turned her horse around. "You know sex makes me thirsty." She guided her horse closer to Kayla, until their thighs were touching but they were facing in opposite directions.
Kaylas eyebrows shot skyward. "But we didnt have sex."
"Thats only because Badger is waving at us." Liv smiled at the man, who was sitting on his horse at the edge of the woods, patiently waiting. She waved back, then reached out with one hand and grabbed the front of Kaylas sweater, pulling them nose-to-nose. "We dont want to disappoint him, Kayla. Hes used to catching us kissing. Plus," she shrugged one shoulder, "Im horny anyway." She tugged hard on the sweater in her hand, stifling a surprised gasp, then a languid moan, with a deep, passionate kiss.
At Badgers urging, they all continued their rides, but in the woods. It was warmer and darker there, sheltered from the gusty afternoon breeze and protected from the bright sun, which was now mostly hidden behind gray clouds. The earthy smell of wet leaves and rich soil wafted up from their horses hooves as they slowly navigated the large tree trunks and the jagged rocks that peeked up from the lush forest floor.
"Theres someplace I want to show you, lasses. But first I believe there was one last auld tale I promised to tell."
Kayla and Liv listened carefully as a strong, clear voice floated over them, taking them back in time .
"How are you feeling?" Bridget dropped down onto the ground next to Faylinn and draped her arm over the smaller womans shoulders. "Tired?" she asked sympathetically.
Faylinn let out an exhausted breath and looked up into the clear spring sky, wiping a trickle of sweat from her brow. "How much farther, Bridget?"
"Not far, love. A few more hours at the most."
"Thank God," Faylinn sighed. "Wait." She pinned Bridget with a withering glare. "Didnt you say that a few hours ago?"
"Yes. But this time its really true."
Theyd been riding for two and half days, on their way to the partially completed cabin Will and Bridget had been working on since March. The week before, Katie Beynon had walked in on the women unannounced, and the passionate kiss shed witnessed could not be explained away. Days of confusion, arguments, frustration and tears had led to the result that Will had foretold months earlier. Katie had searched her soul and with watery eyes came to the only conclusion she could live with. A physical relationship between Bridget and Faylinn was an affront to God, a sin that was to be repented for, not accepted. Even Will couldnt convince his wife to the contrary, though to his credit, he argued diligently on his friends behalf.
Katie had offered to allow Faylinn to stay on alone so she could help with the birthing of her baby, but the blonde woman had refused without thought. Nothing in this life would separate her from Bridget. Not again. And so it was time to leave the coast, and the tiny haven theyd known since the fall.
"Can you ride some more? It will only make the trip faster." Theyd already added a day and a half to the trip, mainly because Faylinn had to stop and use the bushes every hour or so.
"If I must," Faylinn growled.
Bridgets eyebrows disappeared behind windblown bangs, her eyes going round. Uh oh.
"Please, Bridget, not that wounded look. I cant take that." She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. "I have a headache and my back has been killing me all day. I know Im tired and grumpy."
Bridgets face took on a shocked expression. "You?"
Faylinns eyes popped open and she sneered. "Yes me. I know its hard to believe." She let out an aggrieved sigh. "Im sorry."
"I know. Im sorr" Bridgets words were cut off by an impudent hand.
"Dont say it," Faylinn warned her dangerously. "Dont say youre sorry. Not one bit of this is your fault and if I have to say that ever again as long as I live, Ill scream. Besides," she managed a small smile, "except for feeling as if I swallowed an elephant, Im truly happy." There was no comparing the love she shared with Bridget with her marriage to Cyril. So she didnt try to. "Even if I am acting like an ornery shrew."
Bridget saw Faylinn struggling to get up and jumped to her feet to lend a hand. "Youre not acting like anything of the sort," she lied kindly.
Faylinn stood up straight and awkwardly reached behind her to brush off her trousers. Even Wills pants were now too small, and these were a pair Katie had made by cutting apart a pair of Wills old trousers and adding the material to the ones shed already been wearing.
"Even if you were a shrew, Id still have to say you were a cute one."
Tenderly, Faylinn reached up and gently traced the scar that ran from Bridgets eye down to her jaw. The thin, jagged line was the only visible reminder of her loves ordeal on Cobb Island. "You are a sweet woman, Bridget Redding. I selfishly thank God every day that you spurned the attention of Courts eligible bachelors and that you came into my life. I love you."
That earned Faylinn a sunny grin that caused her heart to skip a beat. "Well," Bridget cleared her throat, a little taken aback by Faylinns heartfelt declaration. "I love you too. Now thats all settled," she teased, "are you ready to go? Were nearly there, I swear it."
Faylinn nodded, and the women spent the next five minutes settling her on the back of her gentle butter-colored mare, who was aptly named Jezebel. Theyd left the second mare, who was pregnant, at the Beynons homestead as a small token of gratitude for the kindness theyd been shown. Even now, Bridget and Faylinn harbored hopes that in time Katie would change her mind and that someday they would be able to resume their friendship.
Will had seen them off and whispered into Bridgets ear as he gave her a parting hug that she should have in faith in the future. Faith that some day Katie would come around. Faith in them. And so she did.
They rode in companionable silence for the next three hours until the sun hung low in the sky, a wash of crimson, gold and light purple. Faylinn turned her head to see an enormous smile on Bridgets face. "What is it?"
Their horses climbed the last few steps to the top of a small hill and stopped.
Faylinn could only stare in awe as Bridget watched her nervously. "By God," she whispered.
"Well?" the dark-haired woman finally prompted.
Faylinn shook her head a little. "Its-its incredible."
Bridget let out a relieved breath. Thank you. "I hoped youd like it. Cmon." She slid off Apollos back and yanked off the rough wool blanket shed been sitting on. They only had one saddle and Faylinn was using it. She gave him a loving smack on the shoulders. "Go on, boy. Run around and get used your new home."
Not one to give up a chance to run unhindered, Apollo raced across the meadow, kicking up his heels wildly and swaying his head in delight. Bridget smiled at the beautiful beast. She turned to Faylinns horse and lifted a dark eyebrow at her. "See how magnificent he is? Why arent you pregnant yet?"
"Because shes smart!" Faylinn laughed. She bent down and petted her mount approvingly. "Shes been carrying me and our saddle bags these past few days. She knows what extra weight really means. In fact " With great effort, Faylinn threw one leg over the saddle.
"She must be tired, Bridget. Let her play with Apollo for a while." Faylinn fell into Bridgets arms as the tall woman tried to help her down. "Uff!" She pushed a hand against her lower back and groaned at a spasm of pain. "One cannot go from no riding at all to days in the saddle without paying a horrible price."
Bridget chuckled, knowing all too well what Faylinn meant.
Verdant eyes flicked to the partially completed cabin in the distance. It sat on a clearings edge, under a large, shady tree. Too far? Nah. "I can walk the rest of the way. Ive been sitting far too long anyway and itll do me good," she pronounced, unwilling to hear any protests.
Faylinn drew in a deep breath of fresh air and nodded approvingly. She would, she admitted privately, miss the salty smell of the sea, but the scent of fresh blossoms, sweet grass and the tiny lake she could barely see in the distance more than made up for it. Not that any of that really mattered in the end. She turned her head and watched Bridget fondly, as the older woman stripped off Jezebels saddle, blanket, tack and heavy saddlebags. She set them on the carpet of soft grass at her feet.
The mare whinnied in appreciation then darted towards Apollo. When she reached the young stallion her gait changed and she strutted past him proudly, earning his full attention. Then she bolted across the field in a full gallop with the steed hot on her heels.
"Hussy!" Faylinn called as she felt Bridgets warm fingers wrap around hers.
"Cmon. Let me show you the cabin. The inside and outside are finished. Only the roof remains to be done. Im not sure what well do for furniture."
"Are you as good a carpenter as I am?"
"Every bit," Bridget replied wryly.
"Uh oh." Faylinn covered her face with her hands and mumbled as she shook her head. "Were in deep trouble."
"But at least you wont be sleeping on the ground tonight. The last time Will and I were here we did some trapping, and Ive some beautiful furs stored inside to keep you nice and warm." Bridget shortened her step to accommodate her lovers humorous waddle.
Faylinn stopped walking and stretched her back. "Soft furs sound wonderful. I" Her eyes went round as twin moons then her face twisted in disgust.
"What?" Bridget searched Faylinns eyes nervously and clutched her shoulders.
"Ewwww! Ewwww! Ewwww! It was more disgusting than I remembered!" she complained loudly. Her fists clenched and unclenched rhythmically.
"What?" Bridget was at a loss until her gaze tracked Faylinns. "You wet yourself?" Her voice conveyed her surprise and her brows drew together in puzzlement. "Youve gone to the bushes every ten minutes. How is that even possible? Even with as much as you drink, you should be empty."
Faylinn rolled her eyes and squirmed wildly at the nasty feeling of drenched legs and boots full of warm, sticky liquid. "By God, have you lost your mind? I didnt wet my pants!"
Bridget snorted rudely. "You dont have to be embarrassed but its
clear" Her jaw dropped and the blood drained from her face. "Youre
having the baby? Now?"
"Not at this very moment," Faylinn assured her, but she could see by the look on Bridgets face that her words werent registering.
"Your water broke," Bridget told her needlessly.
"Really? And to think I thought Id merely wet myself like a one-year-old."
"This is no time for jokes!" Bridget spun in a circle and with outstretched arms indicated her surroundings. "Youre having it here? In the middle of a field?" With no physician or mid-wife. No one to help. No medicines. Nothing!
"How thoughtless of me," Faylinn deadpanned, an eyebrow lifting sassily.
"Faylinn," Bridget warned in a deep voice. "Im serious."
"So am I, honey."
"But its not time! Katie said we have at least two weeks, maybe three"
Faylinn rolled her eyes again. "Katie is not the one having
hissed as a contraction rolled through her.
Bridgets hands shot out to steady her. "Are you all right?" She pushed down her impending panic. Judith and Elizabeths mother died in childbirth. And her screams God. She swallowed back the taste of bile, her body trembling.
Faylinns low, concerned voice and a warm palm cupping her cheeks cut through her mounting dread.
"Yes?" Bridget replied quickly. "Weve got to get you to the cabin. We"
"We do need that. But I need you to be with me, not passed out." Faylinn grabbed Bridgets hands and gripped them tightly. "Breathe," she reminded her. "Now, Henry was born fairly quickly. Or so that hag mid-wife kept telling me," she remembered wryly. "But it still took hours." She was about to tell Bridget to relax when another contraction tightened her belly, causing her eyes to widen in surprise then pain. "Yeow!"
"Oh, God. Oh, God." Bridgets eyes darted around wildly, looking for the horses. The cabin was at the opposite end of the long, sloping clearing and she decided instantly that it was too far for Faylinn to walk. "Let me fetch a horse."
Faylinn nodded and awkwardly sat down. "Youd better make it Apollo. Jezebel will follow him anywhere but doesnt listen well on her own yet."
"Apollo!" Bridget gave a sharp whistle and across the field the steeds snowy white head popped up. She turned back to Faylinn, expecting her horse to join her at her side. A few moments passed, while she continually asked how Faylinn was and her friend continually assured her she was fine, before Bridget impatiently glanced over to find Apollo. When she spied her horse her eyes narrowed to slits.
The smitten steed was still at the opposite end of the clearing, rubbing his nose against Jezebels shoulder, his mistress command completely forgotten.
"Dammit, Apollo." She whistled again and once again his head popped up and he slowly turned to find Bridget. "Get over here and leave that mare alone!" she called angrily.
"Ohhh." Faylinns eyes clamped shut and she hissed loudly as another contraction with even more force worked its way through her, the pain beginning in her lower back and settling tightly in her lower belly. "Damn." Her hands automatically went to her back and she realized with a start that what she had thought were aches and pains caused by riding for days were actually labor pains. And shed been having those for hours. "Bridget?" She glanced up at her warily. "I think perhaps we should hurry."
Bridget paled and stood stock-still, staring at Faylinn.
Faylinn shook her head, suddenly glad that Cyril had gone to a local pub with his business partners and gotten drunk while she was in labor with Henry. He would have undoubtedly annoyed her even more than Bridget was right now, and she considered killing her just because she could. She started to get up.
"Whwhat are you doing?" Bridget screeched, easing Faylinn back onto the grass.
"What does it look like? I dont want to have this child in the middle of a field, Bridget, Im going to the cabin."
"You cant walk that far." Bridgets face suddenly reddened. "And I dont think I can carry you with my arm. Let me get Apollo."
Faylinn sighed. Be patient. Bridgets only trying to help. Shes just afraid. The blonde woman was well aware of how dangerous childbirth was and she felt a pang deep in her chest at the possibility of leaving Bridget and the life theyd barely started together. I wont.
The muscles in Faylinns abdomen tensed to what felt like breaking point and she moaned long and hard. "Ugh!" When the contraction was over she was seeing tiny stars and she reminded herself to breathe or shed be the one passing out.
The two horses were speeding through the grass, playing and stamping their hooves. Knowing shed never catch him if he didnt want to be caught, Bridget didnt bother trying to chase him down. She took several long strides away from Faylinn, then stopped and roared at the top of her lungs, "Apollo, get over here now! Or I will run you through and turn you into a saddle for that slut Jezebel!"
Faylinn stifled a slightly hysterical giggle with the back of her hand.
Bridget whirled around and narrowed her eyes at the now openly laughing Faylinn. "You are not helping! He was trained by my own hand and has never done this before," she insisted indignantly.
"I think at the moment Jezebel can offer him something you cant, Bridget."
Bridget turned back around. Her voice was every bit as loud as before, but this time it held a note of menace that made even Faylinn blink. "Dont make me call you again, horse!"
Hearing the unmistakable threat in his mistress voice, Apollo regretfully moved away from Jezebel and began trotting over.
"About time," Bridget mumbled as she bent to retrieve the saddle. Long fingers and strong hands got a good grip on the well cared for leather and she hefted it up, deciding it would be a good idea to give Faylinn something to hold onto as she led the horse to the cabin. Or maybe theyd go bareback. It would be quicker. She was spared the burden of deciding when Apollo galloped right by her at full speed, following Jezebel, who had decided she wasnt done with her play.
Violently Bridget threw down the heavy saddle and it made a loud thumping sound at her feet. "Im going to kill you, horse!" She took off running after them, leaving Faylinn to stare in wonder at her lover, who had clearly snapped.
Faylinn leaned forward onto all fours then pushed herself to her feet, determined not to have the child right here in the grass when the cabin was close enough that she could see it. Her legs felt a little wobbly and when she straightened she could feel that the baby had dropped, its weight pressing down between her legs.
The horses darted sideways and thundered past Faylinn at a dead run.
Bridget, who had nearly caught up to them, wasnt quite as adept at changing directions while running at full speed, and her feet flew out from under her. But that was all Faylinn saw as her eyes clamped shut with the force of her next contraction. They were coming quicker now and her breathing was growing faster as she had less and less time to recover between pains. When she opened her eyes again, Bridget was at her side, covered in dirt, and grass staining half her body. "Are you all right?" Faylinn reached out and plucked a twig off Bridgets shirt.
"Never mind about me," came the terse answer.
Bridgets breathing was rough and Faylinn caught a whiff of skin, rich soil, and perspiration and for a long moment she drank it in with idle pleasure, forgetting about the pain.
"Faylinn?" Bridgets eyes flicked to her partners bulging belly. "The baby?"
"Were fine." Faylinns eyes tracked Bridgets and she grabbed Bridgets hand and pressed it to her own stomach. "Its getting close." Her body instinctively bent over as another contraction tore through her making her knees shake. "Arhh hurts."
Bridget let out a surprised breath at the feeling of Faylinns stomach growing as tight as a drum under her palm. "Hang on, love." She felt useless and scared and wanted to kill her horse and
Faylinn released a shaky breath as the contraction came to an end and the long arm that had wrapped around her to help her maintain her balance gave her a gentle squeeze. "God," she hissed, sweat dripping down her throat and disappearing behind her shirt. That hurts!
Bridget heard the words in her own head. "I know," she soothed, pulling Faylinn close and saying a little prayer as she tried to calm her racing mind. She has to be fine. She just has to. She deserves nothing less and I cant I wont live without her.
Apollo came within twenty yards of the women before Jezebel stepped in front of him. They both stood motionless for several seconds before the white horse trotted up to his companion and rubbed his nose against her rear flanks. Jezebel moved forward a step or two and Apollo, like a lamb led to slaughter, was helpless to do anything but follow. He began sniffing her again, this time managing to do a much more thorough job.
"Uh oh." Faylinn recognized the foreplay instantly. "Bridget I think we can forget the horses for a
"Bloody hell! Not now!" Bridgets shocked and disgusted voice rang out so loudly it stopped the noisy chatter of nearby birds and buzzing of countless insects, bringing a blanket of utter silence over the clearing. All except for the grunting and snorting coming from the horses.
"Ewww." Faylinn turned away from the scene, the absurdity of this entire situation causing her to burst into unrestrained laughter. "Its not as though you can compete with that for his attentions, love."
"I dont believe this," Bridget ranted. Part of her wanted to go over and pull Apollo from Jezebel, another bigger part of her knew that now would be a dangerous time to interrupt them. Her eyes dropped back to Faylinn and she was unable to stop her smile. The younger woman was nearly hysterical with laughter.
Faylinns laughter stopped as another contraction hit and she tried to focus on Bridgets voice as she rode out the pain in the safety of her arms.
"At least Apollo chose well for his final activity before I kill him," Bridget said quietly into Faylinns hair, feeling the smaller womans body tense against hers.
Faylinn groaned as she was torn between laughing and crying out. "Do-dont make me laugh now," she said through gritted teeth.
"Im sorry, love." But Bridget wasnt in the least.
When the contraction finally passed, Faylinn looked up to see Apollo sliding off Jezebels back and stumbling away drunkenly. "God!"
Startled, Bridget jumped. "What? What is it?" Her eyes ran over every inch of Faylinn, searching desperately to see what was wrong.
"Already? Im so glad Im not a horse."
Bridget let out an unsteady breath, feeling lightheaded. "You are going to kill me, Faylinn Cobb. I swear you are." But now it was Bridget that couldnt help but laugh at her lovers exclamation. "Cmon, let me be your horse."
Faylinn put her hands on her hips. "What?" Youd better not be suggesting what I think you are, Bridget Redding!
Bridget rolled her eyes. "Climb on my back, love." Her gaze shifted upwards. The sun had fully set, its last golden rays streaking across the horizon. "Itll be harder for me to see where Im going in the dark."
"I Owww!" Another pain gripped her. "I dont know if I can."
Bridget nodded, and when Faylinns wild panting began to subside she kneeled down in front of her. "Here. Just lean across me . thats it." She tightly grasped Faylinns wrists, and stood slowly with the pregnant woman draped over her back. "Good Lord," she grunted under the shorter womans weight as she began to walk. "Ouch!" Faylinns knee somehow bumped her kidney.
"Dont make me kill you now, Bridget. I was just starting to think you might live through this."
Bridget didnt answer, instead she concentrated on taking slow steady steps and avoiding any potholes in the waning light. The sounds of the field seemed to intensify as she walked, Faylinns heavy breathing blending with the chirping crickets and the thumping her own labored footsteps.
Faylinn laid her face against dark hair and tried her best to wrap her legs around Bridgets waist to make it easier. She could feel another contraction coming and tried to hang on through it, but it was too strong. "Stop, Bridget," she gasped. "Stop!"
Bridget immediately dropped to her knees, wincing as they hit the ground.
Faylinn pushed off her back and doubled over, almost managing to stifle a cry of pain as another contraction seized her, making her feel as though her body was being torn in two. Her face was flushed and her skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Bridget laid a comforting hand on her back and the blonde woman reached for it blindly, threading their fingers together and gripping it tightly as the pain swept over her. She could feel herself opening up and the pressure mounting between her legs.
They repeated this procedure again and again until it was fully dark and Bridget stumbled the last few steps to the sturdy-looking cabin. Its two rooms, a bedroom and slightly larger common room, shared a stone fireplace. The only thing not completed was the roof, which consisted of a crisscross of wooden rafters. With an enormous breath, Bridget lowered herself to the ground. Both women rolled on to their backs panting, but for different reasons. The dark-haired woman caught her breath long before Faylinn did and stumbled tiredly to her feet. "Ill go back for our gear."
"No!" Faylinn shook her head wildly, feeling a sudden surge of panic. "Dont leave me." She could hear Bridget swallow loudly and felt herself being pulled to her feet. This time she was cradled in Bridgets warm arms like a baby and carried into the cabin. It was empty except for a large birds nest sitting in the middle of the floor and a partially constructed door for the bedroom that had been left leaning against the common room wall.
Bridgets boots sounded loud against the wooden slats and she tightened her arms around Faylinn when another contraction racked her small form. "Here we are. Welcome home," she joked faintly, worry coloring her words. She shifted Faylinn until her feet hit the ground. "Wait here."
Faylinn wrapped her arms around herself. It had gotten cooler with the disappearance of the sun and goosebumps broke out all over her body even though she was sweating. She closed her eyes and rocked back and forth, hearing Bridget stalk across the room followed by the rustling of cloth. Then a hand was grasping hers and leading her over to a pile of soft furs that had been spread out on the floor.
"I need to get these trousers off!" Her voice held a note of rising panic. "The baby Oh, God!" She clutched her stomach.
"I know. I know. Im trying." Frantic hands pulled off Faylinns boots and stockings. Bridget tossed them aside and set to work peeling off her wet trousers, trying her best not to think about why they were wet so she wouldnt be sick on their bedroom floor. "Okay, there," Bridget mumbled to herself, but Faylinn was already sinking into the furs.
Faylinn was panting and Bridget pushed sweaty bangs from her forehead. "Im thirsty," she said softly and the older woman cursed herself for not thinking to bring the water bladder.
Bridget stroked Faylinns eyebrows tenderly. "Let me go get it. I can run and will only be gone a minute. All right?"
Faylinns face was still for a moment as she considered telling Bridget not to go, but her dry throat got the best of her and she gave her a short nod. "Hurry."
"Ill be right back," Bridget whispered, fervently. "I swear."
"I know" Bridget surprised her by kissing her firmly on the mouth before bolting from the bedroom.
Outside the cabin stood Jezebel and Apollo, contentedly chewing at the thick carpet of early summer grass. "There you are, my soon-to-be-dead horse!" Bridget grabbed Apollos mane roughly and pulled herself up onto his back. A swift kick sent him galloping up the hill towards the saddlebags. "Faster," she urged him and the horse responded instantly, his powerful legs touching the ground so briefly that for a moment Bridget felt as though she was flying.
Panting, Faylinn tried to relax as the pain of another contraction subsided. She tilted her head back and looked up between the rafters into a blanket of twinkling stars. A tiny white light shot across the sky leaving a trail behind it that sparkled like diamonds for just an instant before it was gone. She closed her eyes in wonderment, a smile tugging at her lips as she made a wish. The confusion and near desperation shed felt during Bridgets long walk to the cabin began to ease and she found herself better able to focus. "Youve done this before, Faylinn. You can do it again," she told herself.
Knowing it was nearly time, she spread and hitched up pale legs, the soft fur tickling the bottoms of her bare feet. The urge to push was growing stronger and just as she felt another contraction, Bridget burst into the room and set the saddle bags behind her back, giving her something to lean against.
Blue eyes gone silver in the moonlight dropped to the spot between Faylinns legs. She let out an explosive breath. Im not too late. Thank God. "Are you doing all right?" Bridget brought the water bladder to Faylinns parched lips and the younger woman sucked greedily, having to stop when another contraction assaulted her.
"Oh," Faylinn murmured in pure relief when the contraction ended. "I am now." She took another drink, then passed the bladder back to Bridget. "I missed you."
Bridget drank deeply then set the bladder down within reach before scooting next to Faylinn on the edge of the pile of furs. Then she reached back into their bags and pulled out a candle and flints. After a few tries the candle lit and she placed it just out of Faylinns reach so she wouldnt accidentally burn herself. It cast the room in long shadows and illuminated Faylinns tired face. "I missed you too." When she looked back at Faylinn their eyes met and the exchange of emotion was palpable. They each held the others gaze and traded nervous but loving smiles.
"You look worse than I do," Faylinn said softly, her palm cupping Bridgets dirty cheek.
Bridget leaned into the touch and laughed quietly, knowing she was drenched in sweat and filthy from chasing Apollo. "Then Im in luck. Because you look beautiful," she answered sincerely, running her fingers through Faylinns damp hair.
Pale brows creased for just a second, then Faylinn brought Bridgets hand to her lips and kissed it softly. Her eyes never left Bridgets and her voice was the barest of whispers. "Tha mise Faylinn a-nis 'gad ghabhail-sa Bridget gu bhith 'nam chéile phòsda." Faylinns grandfather had taught her the language of her people as a child and she smiled at the bewildered look on Bridgets face.
Bridget shook her head. "I-I dont know more than a few words of Gaelic, Faylinn."
"Shh " Faylinn kissed her hand again. "I know." Then she softly repeated the words in English. "I, Faylinn, take you, Bridget, to be my wife." Bridgets eyes went wide as saucers but before she could say a word Faylinn explained, "I wont have this baby born a bastard, Bridget."
Bridget opened her mouth a second time, but again Faylinn beat her to the punch. "I know technically that wouldnt be true. But youll help me raise this child, not Cyril." Heart thumping, she searched Bridgets eyes. "Its your words I want to hear. I know it wont be legal and is probably a sacrilege unto itself. But I want it anyway. I want you." Please.
Bridget swallowed past the lump in her throat and her eyes grew moist. "I want you too," she said hoarsely. "You know that."
Faylinn nodded, feeling the ragged edges of another contraction, and she spoke quickly but with such astounding conviction that Bridget held her breath as she listened. "Cho fad's a bhios an dìthis againn beò." She repeated it in English. "For as long as we both shall live."
Bridget wasnt sure she could speak, so she nodded.
"I wo-wont say gus an dèan Dia leis a' bhàs ar dealachadh, Bridget." She closed her eyes as the contraction hit her full force. "Because I wont agree to be separated from you, even in death." She whipped her head back and her hands shaped white-knuckled fists. "I need to push!"
Bridgets mind was awhirl, but she positioned herself between Faylinns legs, seeing the crown of the babys head through a thin layer of mucus. "The babys coming!"
"Youre telling me this?" Faylinn shouted angrily, as she began pushing, grunting with the force of her efforts. Her thighs quivered helplessly and she couldnt stop it now even if shed wanted to. Which she certainly didnt.
"Thats it, Faylinn," Bridget encouraged, her face showing her wonder. "Shes almost here."
With a mighty yell, Faylinn gave a final push and tiny shoulders slipped free, sending the squirming baby into Bridgets waiting hands. She gasped at the searing pain and then at its almost magical absence as soon as the baby left her body.
"Good Lord!" Bridget fumbled the slippery infant, speechless as she looked at its wrinkled, red body.
"Bridget?" Faylinn said nervously, leaning forward to see. "Whats?"
The tall woman smacked the baby soundly on its bottom, earning a faint, choking cough and then a loud, lusty cry.
"Thank God." Faylinn nearly cried in relief, dropping back against the saddlebags so she wouldnt pass out.
"She is a he. Its a boy," Bridget laughed, not even noticing the tears on her cheeks that glistened in the candlelight. She looked at Faylinn and grinned stupidly. "Hes beautiful."
"Toldja," Faylinn said smugly, knowing her own cheeks were wet. She sniffed, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands when Bridgets face went blurry.
Bridget leaned down and kissed Faylinns knee. "So you did." She reached
over and grabbed one of the smaller pelts that Faylinn wasnt lying on and carefully
wrapped the crying baby in it, taking time to cut the cord with the knife she wore at her
Faylinn ran her hands over the cap of blonde hair when Bridget laid the infant in his mothers arms. He looked very different from her dark-haired son Henry and tears filled her eyes again when she spared a long loving thought for the sweet little boy shed lost. "Hes beautiful," she whispered, holding him close and kissing the top of his head, smiling when he immediately quieted.
"Toldja," Bridget repeated happily, pulling the soiled fur out from under Faylinns lower body and replacing it with a clean one. Using the water from the bladder and a small cloth from their bags she cleaned up Faylinn the best she could.
Faylinn laughed and nodded as she repeated her lovers words. "So you did."
As soon as she was assured that Faylinn was as comfortable as she could be under the circumstances, Bridget moved so she could get a better look at the baby. She wrapped an arm around Faylinn and the baby. Both women watched in fascination as Bridget caught a tiny waving fist and allowed the baby to grab hold of her finger. "Hello, little one," she cooed, missing the beaming look of happiness and devotion Faylinn turned on her.
Faylinn reached up and with her fingers lifted Bridgets chin so their lips could meet in a slow kiss. "Thank you," she said softly, backing away from Bridgets mouth only a fraction of an inch. She said the words in her mind, knowing that her companion would hear them, and believing just as surely she would repeat them for a lifetime.
Bridgets answering smile told Faylinn she was right and the older woman whispered back the phrase shed heard Faylinn use in passion and laughter, and through tears of joy and sorrow. She would never tire of it and they were the only words of Gaelic she knew. "Tha gaol agam ort-fhèin," Bridget said softly, her voice cracking with emotion.
Through a watery smile, Faylinn translated for the newest member of their family, who was cradled safely in both their arms. "I love you, too."
Kayla let out a long breath as she guided her horse around a tree. "That was some story," she admitted, not quite knowing what to say but finding herself in the uncharacteristic position of wanting to break the silence that had enveloped them after Badger had stopped speaking. They were riding single file now, with Badger leading her and Faylinn through the trees. A heavy fog had settled over the forest and it was far denser at ground level. She couldnt see the lower half of the horses legs, though it was only a few paces in front of her.
Liv wiped her eyes and looked over her shoulder to smile at Kayla. She mouthed the words thank you, then turned back towards Badger. "I can tell you like that one." Several times during the tale, and especially when Bridget was chasing after her wayward horse, the old man had shook his head and burst out laughing.
"I must admit that I do, lass." He shifted in the saddle and stretched stout arms over his head, causing the leather to creak under his weight as he moved. "But theres no crime in a man having a favorite." He gestured to the left with his chin. "Were almost there now. Follow me closely because its a tricky ride in this damnable fog."
Both women leaned forward a little in their saddles and their hands tightened around their reins as they rode down a small ravine, the horses breath coming short and quick as they navigated the steep terrain. Several minutes more and they could hear hooves splashing through a stream beneath them though they couldnt see the water.
"Ah. Just up ahead now." They came up on the far bank of the stream and rode into an area where the trees didnt seem quite so dense and the ground was flat. It was quieter here too. Even the wind didnt seem to rustle the branches or the dead leaves.
"Whoa," Badger commanded under his breath, bringing his mount to a halt. He looked back at Kayla and Bridget and they both dutifully covered their eyes as he jumped down off his horse and smoothed his kilt into place. "All right, ladies. I think Kayla is free from the risk of blindness now."
Liv laughed and climbed down off her horse, keeping a firm hold of the reins in her hand. "Should we tie them up?"
Badger shook his head. "No. They wont go far and they know this land. Let them get a drink in the stream. Its been a long ride."
Kayla eased off her geldings back and watched her horse trotting after Faylinns horse, back towards the stream. Badgers mare stayed right alongside him as he walked, his feet crunching loudly on the sticks and rocks that were scattered on the ground.
Near a tall oak tree, Badger stopped and peered down at the forest floor through the heavy fog. "I thought youd like to see this." He looked around and drew in a deep, satisfied breath. It was good to be back and he made a mental note to ride this way more often. "I havent been here in a while myself." He turned inside himself for a moment, thinking hard before he gently cleared his throat. "Cmon girls, dont let the nostalgia of an old man scare you off and keep you waiting back there." He motioned them forward and Liv and Kayla joined him. "We cant stay long, mind you. If you dont head back suin youll be riding in the dark."
"I dont see anything," Liv commented. She noticed Kayla was looking down. Her forehead creased, and curious she followed Kaylas gaze.
A lone gravestone, about two feet high and carved from a thick slab of gray rock, poked crookedly out of the damp soil.
Liv and Kayla exchanged glances and Badger moved away a few paces, to let them look and discover for themselves. A hazy mist rolled along the ground, obscuring the words that were neatly carved into the stone in bold letters. But several seconds more and the air around them cleared slightly on the heels of a breeze that smelled of earth and sodden leaves.
The stone read simply:
Bridget and Faylinn
The elements had worn most of the face of the stone away, and the few words below the date looked indecipherable.
Liv crouched down and traced the words with a reverent fingertip, her mind easily filling in the missing Gaelic letters that time had erased. "Together They Found Peace."
Kayla knelt next to Liv and brushed a few leaves away from the stones crumbling base. Her heart clenched as she felt an overwhelming sense of loss. By the death grip Liv had on her hand, she knew her partner felt the same way. They turned questioning glances on Badger, who was waiting quietly, idly stroking his horses mane.
It was Liv who found her voice first. "Here?" she asked needlessly. "Not Virginia?"
"Ay." Badger gave his mare a good pat then dropped his hand. "When their laddie was eight years old and big enough to travel, they booked passage back across the sea." His eyes softened in sympathy as he read the sorrow in Kayla and Livs faces. "Theres no need for that. No need at all. They died after a life well lived and well loved. And in the end thats a far greater accomplishment than most souls can claim."
"They died together?" Kayla asked, noting the single year that marked both deaths.
"They did." Badger unconsciously looked towards an opening in the trees. Small bushes and trees grew there, but none of the towering oaks that they were under now. It was clear that at some point that spot had been cleared. "Even here they couldnt prance about as though they were free. Bridget was, after all, supposed to be dead and was branded a witch. And a letter from Judith Redding to Faylinns family claimed that young Faylinn had disappeared in the colonies and was presumed dead as well."
He tucked his hands into his belt. "A small house stood there, but only the stone foundation remains today. The walls crumbled away over time. Behind it was a small stable." Now he smiled. "Bridget never did kill Apollo, and he and Jezebel came to stay there, and over time, so did their offspring, and so on."
"In the autumn of 1732, a thunderstorm ravaged the land and lightning struck the stable. Faylinn and Bridget were mostly past riding by that age, but Bridget, the stubborn thing, still kept a single horse to carry them back to Cobb Manor and visit their family and the servants of the house, who over the years became trusted friends. Or theyd ride back to fetch a grandchild or two they had a hankering to visit. You see, after hed finally had a good taste of the wanderlust, their son and his family came to settle at the manor alongside Faylinns kin. Of course, the entire family told Bridget and Faylinn theyd bring a wagon out here to get them whenever they desired, but the women wanted the freedom to come and go as they pleased, and you cant truly begrudge them that."
He sighed and looked down at the ground. "Anyhow When lightning struck the barn it went up in flames, and Bridget went in to try and save her horse." His white head shook. Despite himself his voice had taken on a hint of melancholy and he laughed softly, thinking he was truly getting sentimental in his old age.
"And Faylinn went into the stable after Bridget," Liv said bleakly, knowing in her heart shed do the exact same thing.
"Ay. That she did, and neither one came out, which is exactly as theyd wanted it." He cocked his head to the side and regarded the women seriously. "Kayla Redding, how long have you been in Livs company?"
Kaylas eyebrows jumped. "Not long."
"But long enough that you shouldve explained to her what I know you know," the man admonished. He glanced back at Liv. "The graves only hold their bones, lass, not their spirits or souls. If that werent true then Kayla wouldnt be traipsing around the world and encountering spirits herself now, would she? They would all be trapped in their cold graves." He reached up and took his horses reins in his hand. "So there is no earthly reason for sadness. Faylinn and Bridget are every bit as much together today as they were three hundred years ago."
Faylinn smiled, believing his words without question and feeling a weight lift from her chest. "I suppose youre right."
Kayla and Liv examined the old gravestone one last time then headed back towards Badger, hand in hand. "What did they name the baby?" Kayla asked, keeping her gaze on the ground and hoping she wouldnt step someplace shed regret.
"They named him Roderick."
She looked up and two sets of blue eyes met and twinkled. "And what was the pelt they wrapped him in when he was born?"
The husky man threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh as Liv looked back and forth between them, wondering what was going on. "Theres a reason youre so good at your job, isnt there, lass?" This was, he decided, a very good day. "You already know the answer to your question."
Kayla nodded slowly, a tiny smirk appearing.
Baffled, Liv gave her head a little shake. "Well, I dont!"
Kayla draped her arm over Livs shoulders. "It was a badger pelt, Liv."
Badger scratched his thick white beard and shrugged. "The name stuck. Though both my mithers did tend to call me Roderick when they were comin after me with a switch."
Livs eyes widened and she began to stutter. "You-youre him? You cant be him youre Syllas husband!" And how about the fact that Roderick would have to be dead? Thats a pretty damn good reason! But one look into his honest blue eyes told her he was telling the truth. She turned an accusing glare on Kayla. "You knew?"
"Not for long," Kayla assured her, squirming under Livs stare. "I wasnt really sure until today."
"I never exactly said I was Syllas husband. You just assumed that and I let you," he admitted, an apologetic look on his face. "A little trickery on my part kept sending the poor man to the wrong place at the wrong time so you wouldnt meet."
Badger fell silent, turned his head away from the women as though he was listening to something.
Liv and Kayla went quiet as a slow grin spread across his face. He began to walk in the direction hed been listening, talking as he went, and moving deeper into the fog. His horse followed closely behind him. "If you close your eyes," he told them, "and listen with more than just your ears, sometimes you can hear echoes from the mist around you. Its where all manner of things from the past live and breathe as though theyd never died at all." He drew his hand through the fog, and it swirled around his fingers. "Most people just dont bother to stop and listen." He paused in his trek and another smile touched his lips as he faced them.
Kayla and Liv were helpless to do anything other than smile back as his words wrapped around their hearts.
"Can you lasses find your way back to the manor?"
"I-I think so," Kayla answered, wanting to ask him to stay but somehow feeling it wouldnt be the right thing to do.
"Good." He smoothed his woolen kilt with one hand and his eyes strayed back to the direction hed been walking. "Because right now those echoes are calling me home."
"Youre leaving?" Liv looked around in confusion, searching for something to say.
Without another word, Badger and his horse took a few steps forward and disappeared into the hazy autumn air.
The womens horses trotted over to them and the sounds of the forest came gently floating back, leaving them to wonder if theyd ever really gone in the first place.
Kayla reached over and with a single finger clicked Livs mouth shut. She smiled weakly at the other woman, hoping she wouldnt be too upset. "Surprise?"
Livs eyebrows crawled up her forehead and stayed there. For a moment she was truly speechless. She felt Kayla wrap her in a bear hug and eagerly returned the embrace.
"Are you okay?" Kayla whispered into fair hair.
Liv sighed and burrowed closer to Kayla, the warmth chasing away her chill. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, listening with her entire being as she opened her heart and mind.
Kaylas ability flared and she could literally feel what Liv was doing. Her eyes slid closed too and she extended her senses beyond the here and now to what could be.
In the far off distance they both heard the faint echo of laughter. Badgers robust, lively chuckle was impossible to miss, but along with it was mixed two womens voices; one slightly lighter and gentle, and the other deep and true. Theyd never heard them before but somehow they were as familiar as their own reflections. A peace stole over them, filling them completely.
Liv looked up into Kaylas eyes and the voices faded away, leaving them alone together in the woods. "Yeah. I think I am okay," she said, meaning every word.
The breeze picked up a lock of blonde hair and Kayla tucked it behind Livs ear, smiling the entire time. She knew that Edinburgh and the secrets it held would surely call them back again someday.
But for today it was time to go home.
Glossary of Scottish Words & Phrases
bonnie, bonny beautiful
close courtyard; entry or alley
fash yersel to worry yourself
lad, laddie boy
lass, lassie girl
och! an all-purpose exclamation
sassenach English person; foreigner
sporran leather pouch
wee little, small
I love you. Tha gaol agam ort.
Shut your mouth. Haud yer wheesht.
Go here to see traditional Gaelic wedding vows and their English translation: http://www.tartans.com/traditions/wedding.html