down, her stomach clenching. “Are you expecting trouble?”
He gave her a considering look. “You tell me.”
Ah, there was the McBride she knew. Suspicious by nature. “I didn’t imagine the phone call from the kidnapper. You heard him. You also saw that car run me off the road. Unless you think I arranged that, too?”
His only answer was a slight narrowing of his eyes.
“Because it makes so much sense to risk life and limb on the off chance that you left Andrew Walters’s hotel room right after I did, and took the same detour I took.”
“Well, you do claim to be a psychic,” he pointed out.
“I don’t claim to be anything.” She picked up her coffee cup and took it to the sink, emptying the dark liquid down the drain. She’d had about all she could take of McBride and his coffee for one day. “All I’ve ever said is that I see things other people don’t.”
“Potato, potah-to,” he murmured in her ear.
She turned and found him inches away. “What do you want from me?” Her own voice came out soft as a whisper.
His half smile faded. “I want you to stay away from Andrew Walters. His life is turned upside down, and he’s clinging to anything that’ll make his world stop shaking. Including you.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“Walters thinks you can find his daughter. That makes you the most important person in his life right now.”
Lily frowned, not liking what he was implying. “Look, I know you didn’t like finding me at Mr. Walters’s hotel, but I assure you—”
“What do you think will happen to Walters if you don’t deliver Abby in the end?” McBride asked.
A flicker of uncertainty ran through her. What if she couldn’t? Was she giving the man false hope?
“You’re telling Andrew Walters that his little girl is all right, that there’s still a chance he’ll find her again. Do you really know that?” McBride edged closer. “What happens if tomorrow we find Abby’s body in a ditch somewhere? How much harder is that going to be for the man?”
Her throat tightened, his soft words painting vivid pictures in her mind. “Stop it.”
McBride suddenly looked tired. “I don’t mean to hurt you, Lily. But there are too damn many odds against her.” His voice was so flat and faraway, she hardly recognized it. “So please, don’t give Walters any false encouragement. Okay?”
“Am I supposed to pretend I never heard of Abby Walters?” Tears blurred Lily’s vision. “She’s a scared little girl who saw her mommy die, and now she’s all alone with two very bad men. I won’t abandon her in that dark place.”
McBride took a deep breath. “Then come to me instead of Walters. Tell me about your visions.”
Wariness flitted through her. “Tell you?”
“I promise I’ll look into everything you tell me.” He looked queasy, but his gaze remained steady.
“Mr. Walters expects me to stay in touch.”
“I’ll tell him you’re part of my investigation and you’ll be reporting to me now.” McBride took a step back. “Deal?”
She licked her lips, realizing that he’d just played her—and that it had worked. She would do what he asked. “You won’t ignore what I tell you?”
“I’ll follow every lead you give me.”
She put her hand over her mouth, wondering if she was making a mistake. But when she dropped her hand, it was to say, “Okay, it’s a deal.”
The look of satisfaction in his eyes made her immediately regret giving in so easily. But she quelled her doubts; she could always break her end of the deal if he broke his.
She released a pent-up breath. “So what do I do, call you if I have a vision? And I guess you’ll want me to write down everything I see, right?”
He seemed flummoxed by the question, as if he hadn’t quite thought past manipulating her into staying away from Andrew Walters. Beneath the confusion, a darker emotion burned in his narrowed eyes.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Yes, write everything down.”
Lily pushed her hair back from her face. “Is this going to be a problem for you?”
He lifted his gaze to meet hers, his expression shuttered. “No. No problem.”
She studied his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He could hide his emotions as well as almost anyone Lily knew, although he couldn’t quite cover up the dark place inside him. It roiled, black and deep, just under the surface.
He took a step toward the doorway. “I should go. I need to head home and change.”
She walked him to the door, leaning against the jamb as he took his jacket from the coat rack. He paused next to her, turning to meet her uplifted gaze.
“Call if you need me.”
Heat bloomed deep in her belly. “I will.”
He leaned in, and she rose on her toes to meet him halfway, as if drawn by a microscopic thread, the pull of his body intense and powerful. She curled her hand around his neck and brushed her lips against his. She’d expected combustion, but instead, the sweetness of the kiss washed over her in a river of warmth. She relaxed, giving in to the velvety caress of his mouth on hers.
When he gently broke away, coldness seeped into the marrow of her bones.
McBride stepped back onto the concrete stoop, gathering his coat around him to ward off the chill. Lily closed the door, needing the distance, the barrier between them.
But she remained there, her cheek against the door, long after she heard his car drive away.
* * *
ROSE ARRIVED AROUND TEN, laden with an overnight case, bran muffins and a thermos. “Iris sent buckbean tea.” Rose hugged Lily. “You okay? McBride said you got a little banged up.”
“I’m fine.” Lily took the basket of muffins from her sister and led her inside. “My car’s totaled, though.”
Rose dropped her bag on the floor by the sofa and followed Lily to the kitchen. She glanced at the two coffee cups in the sink. “So, this McBride—is he cute?”
Lily put the muffins on the counter and gave her sister a warning look.
Rose bent and picked up Delilah, who had wound herself in a knot around her legs. “Hello, gorgeous.” She rubbed the cat’s ears until Delilah purred like a motor-boat. “Iris would’ve come, but she’s almost figured out some mix of bat’s wings and eye of newt that’ll relieve menstrual cramps in half the usual time, and far be it from me to stand in the way of such a miracle.”
Lily pulled the plastic wrap off the basket and picked out a couple of muffins for herself and Rose. “Put my cat down and pour us some tea.”
Rose poured two cups and joined Lily at the kitchen table, moving aside the newspaper McBride had left folded on the table. “So really—who is this McBride and why did he spend the night with you?”
Heat rushed up Lily’s neck and spilled into her cheeks. She touched the edge of the newspaper at her elbow, trying to hide her reaction. But the paper only reminded her that McBride had sat here reading this paper only a few hours earlier, looking sleepy and disheveled and utterly irresistible.
“Ooh, Lil, you’re blushing!” Rose leaned forward, her expression eager. “Spill it!”
Lily gave her sister a stern look. “McBride’s the head of the task