“If he didn’t take it, how did it get to America?”

“We think the Keeper brought the book when he traveled with Faelan’s father and brothers to help him battle Druan. Faelan said there were threats against the book then. The Keeper may have been moving it to protect it.”

“How could it have gotten inside that table?” Shay asked.

“I don’t know. My ex-fiancé, Russell, stole it from my house. He was helping Druan.”

Shay had thought she had it tough. At least the people who lied to her thought they were helping. Maybe that was why she felt such a bond with Bree. She understood the heartache of betrayal.

“What are you going to do about Cody and Jamie?” Bree asked.

“I don’t know, but I have to sort it out before they kill each other.”

“Are you in love with one of them? Or both?” she added quietly.

She did love them both, but not in the same way. “I don’t know what I feel, beyond wanting to wring both their necks.”

“I know that feeling well,” Bree said, smiling. “Living with a man from the nineteenth century, I guess I got my piece of history. I swear he’s driving me crazy with all this hovering. I’d climb out the window and run away, if it weren’t for the baby—”

“Baby?”

Bree pressed her lips together, staring at the door. She leaned closer and whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” Shay grabbed Bree’s hand. “The baby, it’s all right?”

“It’s fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Stop worrying.”

“How far along are you?”

“Not far. I wasn’t even sure until a couple days ago. You can’t say anything to Faelan. He doesn’t know.”

“Why?”

“If I tell him, he’ll worry about me and the baby and won’t focus on this battle. I can’t take that chance.”

“Ronan knows, doesn’t he? That’s the reason for all the secret looks between you, why he’s trying to make you rest and eat healthy.”

Bree nodded.

“That’s a relief. I was afraid you were having an affair with him.”

Bree laughed. “Ronan? I do adore him, but as a friend. I hope Faelan hasn’t noticed. He’d kill Ronan if he thought… Maybe I’d better tell him… No. I can’t risk it.”

They heard Faelan’s raised voice out in the hall, fussing at Ronan. “You wouldn’t know it to listen to them fight, but he and Ronan are like brothers. I think he reminds Faelan of the ones he lost. He had two, Tavis and Ian, and a sister. She was only thirteen.” Bree sighed. “Here I am going on about betrayal, when he lost everything the second that time vault was locked. His family, his world, his time. He would never have been captured if he hadn’t been trying to save the warriors who were with him… and his brothers. He didn’t want them around when he destroyed Druan. If one of them had accidentally aimed his talisman at Druan while trying to destroy one of Druan’s lesser demons, the warrior would’ve been killed.”

“No wonder they call him the Mighty Faelan,” Shay said.

Bree started sorting through things on the nightstand. “Cody’s a lot like him. He would do anything to protect someone he cares about. Have you seen how he looks at you?”

Shay had, but she didn’t know what to do about it.

Bree lifted a pillow and looked underneath.

“What are you looking for?”

“I can’t find my necklace. I hope I didn’t leave it in the emergency room. It belonged to my father.”

“Maybe Faelan has it. Did you tell the doctor you’re pregnant?”

“Yes, but I asked him not to tell Faelan.”

“He’ll be excited that he’s going to be a father.”

“He will.” Bree touched her stomach. “This baby will give Faelan something of his own flesh and blood, after all he’s lost. That’s why I can’t risk distracting him.”

Cody came in, glancing from Shay to Bree. His gaze dropped to Bree’s stomach. Had he overheard about the baby? “We have trouble,” he said, but he wore a pleased expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nina and Matilda are coming up the driveway.”

***

“Pretend everything is normal,” Shay said as she and Cody hurried across to Nina’s house. Lachlan and Marcas had gone ahead to run interference while Shay exchanged her large bandage for a less noticeable one.

“Normal?” Cody pulled Shay into the shadow of the back porch. “Is it normal that all I can think about is kissing you?” His head lowered. “And more than kissing. Do you know how often I think about more than kissing?”

There was a hiss from the back porch. Marcas appeared above them, frowning. Shay’s face burned. “Do that later,” Marcas said. “Nina’s ready to mount a search party. If she finds out you have a stalker, they’ll never leave. And God forbid Matilda sees Faelan in his kilt.”

Shay let Cody pull her up the steps. They had to get Nina and Matilda away from there. Shay might be willing to take her chances with a stalker, but she wasn’t willing to risk her aunt and Matilda.

Both ladies were sitting at the table drinking iced tea. Lachlan sat next to them, looking like a caged bear.

“Nina. Matilda. What are you doing here?” Her aunt was slim, with short, gray hair, the kind that looked like it came from an expensive salon, but didn’t. Matilda’s hair was a shocking color, something between orange and red, resembling a baboon’s nose, a jarring contrast with her purple jogging suit.

“We’re on our way to meet some of Matilda’s friends in Washington. We thought we would tour some museums,” Nina said.

“Maybe we’ll run into the president,” Matilda added. “I have a thing or two I’d like to get off my chest.”

“You could start with that push-up bra,” Nina said.

“Then we might go to Atlantic City. We’re taking a road trip from here,” Matilda said. “Like Thelma and Louise.”

“Not if I can talk her out of it,” Nina whispered as she gave Shay a hug.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“We wanted to surprise you. We flew into Richmond and rented a car. I just had to stop by and see all of you together. It’s been so long.” She moved to hug Cody. “Look at them, Matilda. All grown up. Aren’t they just beautiful?” Nina clutched her hands to her chest. “I think I’m going to cry—Shay, why do you have a bandage on your head?”

“I uh… tripped over the cat,” she said, looking at the creature perched at Lachlan’s feet.

“Maybe we should stay a few days, Matilda. Shay might have a concussion.”

“No,” Cody and his brothers chorused the word abruptly, startling both women.

“My head’s fine. We wouldn’t want to interrupt your trip,” Shay said. “It’ll be an adventure.”

“I could use an adventure,” Matilda said, nodding. “Speaking of adventure—”

There was a scraping of chair legs, and Lachlan called out, “I just remembered something,” as the back door slammed.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think that boy was avoiding me,” Matilda said, her eyes—was that blue eye shadow?—narrowed thoughtfully. “You talk to him, Cody. He promised me a camping trip, and I’m not getting any younger.”

“Then stop dressing like a teenager,” Nina said. “Have a cookie, Shay, boys. There’s oatmeal raisin and peanut butter.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my clothes,” Matilda said.

“Oh, this is just like old times,” Nina gushed. “Does my heart good, I tell you. I even saw Old Elmer peeking out of the woods when we pulled up. I worry about him. If Shay won’t move back, maybe I’ll give the house to him. All he has is that old cabin out there in the middle of nowhere.”

Cody gave Shay a puzzled look. “Give Shay the house?”

“I’ve been trying to get her to move back here for a year now. I don’t want to wait until I’m dead and gone and can’t see this place filled with love… and grandchildren. Maybe you boys can help me persuade her.”

Shay had to admit, coming home, while alarming in some aspects, had made her realize how much she missed everyone. Everyone she cared about was here, other than Lucy Bell. Perhaps it was time to come home.

“That’s a great idea,” Marcas said. “She’s been gone too long.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Cody whispered, giving Shay a sullen look. “Now who’s keeping secrets?”

“It’s not the same thing,” she whispered back.

“Says who?”

“She’s over there in Scotland all alone,” Nina continued. “This break-in at her shop proves it’s not safe. The world’s become a dangerous place. Hasn’t it, Matilda?”

“Very dangerous.” Matilda broke off a piece of her oatmeal cookie. “Muggers, thieves, rapists. You should move back home. Here, kitty.” She handed the cat a morsel. It gave her an arrogant look, turned its head, and flicked its tail. “There are perverts out there too,” Matilda added, inspecting the cookie tray. “And psychos. Scotland’s full of them. I saw it on the news.” She chose another cookie. She handed the cat a nibble, again. It stared at her and its chest heaved once, as if sighing. “Does anyone besides me think this cat acts odd?”

Nina nodded, either in response to Matilda’s perverted psycho assessment, or the question about the cat. “This is a nice, safe place.”

“My break-in was probably just a… secret admirer.”

Nina and Matilda shared a startled glance, followed by twitching eyebrows and widening eyes obviously meant to convey a private message. What were the two of them up to? Matilda fluffed her hair, a sure sign she was flustered. Usually she sprayed it stiff and dared anyone to touch it. “You have to watch those secret admirers. They could be dangerous. I had one in high school. His name was Willy. He stuck notes in my books for the longest time.”

“If he was a secret admirer, how do you know it was Willy?” Nina asked. She seemed a little on edge.

“Well, I didn’t know it was him at first, because he was so shy. I finally caught him sneaking a note into my math book. I think it was because of his ears being so big.”