“Maybe someone’s trying to hurt my business.”

He put a hand on her shoulder. “This does feel personal, but I think it’s something else. Look at that table over there.” He pointed to a small end table. “It’s a simple design, one drawer, and it’s opened, just like the one near the back door. He’s looking for something.”

“What could he be looking for in both Leesburg and Scotland? We need to call the cops.”

“Quiet.” Cody tilted his head, listening. “Stay here. I want to look around outside.”

“No. I want to come.”

“I’ll just be a minute.”

He left, and the shadows crept into Shay’s mind, the footsteps, and evil whispers. Statues that moved. She started toward the sword, when a noise sounded in the back. She scurried toward the door Cody had left cracked. She slipped outside and saw him crouched near the side of the shop. Had he spotted someone? She crept up behind him and touched his back. He whirled, and she leapt back as the tip of his dagger pointed at her throat.

“Damn it!” he whispered harshly. Four ravens shot up from the trees.

“Ravens. Just birds,” she said, touching her neck. That blade had almost cut her throat.

“Do you ever listen? What are you doing out here?”

“I heard something. Those ravens, I guess.”

Cody watched the birds soar away before turning back to the trees. “Let’s go. I don’t like the feel of this place.”

“Where did you get that dagger?” He didn’t have his Glock.

“I always carry it.”

She looked him over. “Where?”

“In my boot.” He always wore boots. “Don’t ever sneak up on me. I could’ve cut your throat.”

He ushered her to the truck, then made a quick search for Renee’s laptop, which held all her files, and locked up.

“Did you find her laptop?” Shay asked.

“No. Did she have any enemies?” he asked, after he loaded Shay’s luggage.

“Not that I know of, but there’s something I haven’t told you. The burglar in Scotland wasn’t exactly a burglar or a vandal. Well, he might have been those too, but he’s really more of a stalker.”

Cody’s face went slack with surprise and then tightened in anger. “A stalker? You’ve had a stalker this whole time, and you didn’t tell me? What were you thinking? I’m a war… a PI, for God’s sake.”

“Stop yelling at me! The police arrested him. I thought it was over. I didn’t see any point in mentioning it. But he must have trashed this place first.”

Cody drummed his fingers on the wheel. “No wonder you freaked out at the lake. How long has this been going on?”

“About three weeks. I felt like someone was watching me, saw shadows, then the night I left Scotland, I’d gone to my shop, when I saw him coming after me. I ran inside, and there was a table I’d just gotten for an American client, all smashed up on the floor. I called the police, but before I could get out of the shop, I heard footsteps. I hid behind an armoire. He was so close I could’ve touched him. Another few seconds, and he would’ve had me. Something scared him off. I talked to the police between flights, and they told me they arrested him.”

“Was there anything special about your table?” Cody asked.

“It wasn’t valuable. My client wanted something unusual. Renee had just gotten these two matching tables, at an auction, I think. They sounded perfect, but Mr. Ellis wanted only one. Renee shipped it from Leesburg. Another client took the other one. Renee was fixing some scratches on it. I didn’t see it in her workroom. Maybe it’s been delivered.”

“We need to find out where she got those tables,” Cody said.

“I don’t even know where she is.”

“We’ll find her.” He put his hand on her leg. At first it just laid there, then he started rubbing slowly. She knew he did it without thinking, distracted by the new puzzle. She wondered if she should say something or just enjoy the warmth until he realized what he was doing. His hand slid inside her thigh, and she saw a mark on his inner wrist. She tried to see what it was—another tattoo?—but the rubbing was starting to heat more than her legs.

“What’s that mark on your wrist?” she asked.

Cody jerked his hand back, frowning. “Nothing.”

It looked like a sword. He was still hiding things from her, but wasn’t she doing the same? “What do you have against Renee?”

He stared straight ahead, and she thought he was going to ignore the question, but then he spoke. “I tried to see you.”

“After I left?” she asked. What did this have to do with Renee?

“Aye. You weren’t home.”

“When?”

He glanced at her once, and Shay could see the memories replaying in his eyes. “April third, a few months after you left.”

Shay felt the air freeze, too sharp to pull into her lungs. She swallowed. “I was at a funeral.”

“I’m sorry,” Cody said. “I guess it was bad timing on my part.”

Shay bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying and nodded. When the tension in her throat eased, she said, “I’m surprised Renee wasn’t at the house.” She had gotten ill and couldn’t attend.

“She was.” Cody’s voice was flat. “She tried to throw me out.”

Shay swung around to look at him. “Renee?”

“She planted herself in the doorway and said you weren’t there.” Cody’s hands clenched the steering wheel. “I didn’t believe her, so I picked her up, set her aside, and went in anyway.”

Shay gaped at him.

“She was right. You weren’t there. She said you’d moved on with your life. You didn’t want anything to do with me. That you were seeing someone.”

“Why would she say that? I didn’t even go on a date for two years after that.” Shay clamped her lips together.

Cody glanced across at her, his eyes pinning her to the seat. “Why?”

Because the only one she ever wanted, didn’t want her. Shay turned and looked at the scenery flashing soundlessly by. “I was distracted with other things. Renee must have thought she was trying to protect me.”

“From what? What the hell did you tell her about me?”

“I didn’t tell her anything.” Not intentionally. Why hadn’t Renee told her Cody had come to see her? Shay would have given her right hand to have known. She let the spark of anger toward Renee die. She was just trying to help, but God, Shay wished she had known. Her phone rang, a puzzling call that distracted Shay from considering the damage Renee’s actions had done to Cody and Shay’s friendship.

“What was that about?” Cody asked.

“This just gets stranger. That was Julie, who ordered the mate to the table in my shop. A man called two days ago asking if she’d gotten the table, but she had already canceled the order with Renee. We don’t have any male employees.”

“He didn’t give a name?”

“No, and she said another of Renee’s clients was burglarized. Nothing taken, but a table destroyed.”

“What the hell was this guy looking for? We’ll call the police in the morning and see what the guy says.”

Shay yawned. “I don’t know why I’m so tired. I slept well last night.” The best night’s sleep she had in weeks. She touched her arm. The scratch was burning.

“Here.” Cody reached behind the seat and pulled out a pillow. “When I’m hunting, I have to sleep wherever I can.”

Shay put her head on the pillow. “Hunting?”

“Uh, criminals.”

As she drifted off to sleep, she felt his hand cover hers.

***

“Your husband’s going to kill us both. You know that,” Ronan told Bree as she dug through a bag of junk food she bought at the airport.

“I’ll send you in first, let you talk some sense into him.”

“Not me, darlin’. Faelan’s already gonna think this is all my fault.”

“I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon, not bailing my husband out of jail.”

“You’re the reason he had to play bodyguard. You and your bloody visions.”

“I had to warn Cody. The woman I saw in the vision with him was going to die.”

“You did the right thing,” Ronan said, scrubbing his knuckles over Bree’s head. He grinned. “I could take you on the honeymoon.”

“Sorry, stud. You need to age at least another century.”

“Don’t know what you’re missing.”

“From what I hear, I’m the only one.”

Ronan’s grin turned to a grimace. “You shouldn’t listen to gossip. There’s more smoke than fire.” The reputation was probably his own fault, but if he didn’t flirt once in a while to lighten the load, he would explode from the guilt hanging around his neck. The clan still didn’t know his part in things. He would tell them, after he figured out where the vampires were and what they wanted. “So what’s the story between Cody and this woman?”

“I don’t know, but you’d best keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want to lose them.”

“Like that, huh? Well, I have no plans to put my hands anywhere except on this steering wheel. If I was going to go messing with some man’s woman, not that I would, I wouldn’t choose the only warrior besides Faelan who’s battled an ancient demon and lived to tell about it. Give me a little credit, darlin’. That’d be suicide.”

“You don’t fool me. You’re not afraid of anybody. Including my fierce husband.”

Bree was wrong. He was afraid… of himself. “What’d you do with Cody’s address?”

Bree pulled a piece of paper from her purse. “I just hope Faelan’s there. I’m worried about him.”

“The Mighty Faelan can take care of himself.”

“I know.” Bree twisted her ring, frowning.

“Can’t you just call and check on him?”

“He’s not answering his phone. He keeps losing it, but no, I need to see him.”

Something was bothering her. Ronan had some kind of connection with Bree that he couldn’t explain, a need to protect her that confused him and drove Faelan insane.

Ronan eyed the box of Milk Duds she was munching. “You shouldn’t be eating that crap.”