"Where are the boys now?" Reese questioned in a voice taut with anger.

Tory shook her head apologetically. "I couldnt get them to wait, Reese. I tried. Theyre local kids, and theyre scared. They dont want their parents to know about them."

"God damn it! How am I supposed to protect these kids? They wont let me!"

Tory had a feeling that some of Reeses frustration was motivated by her increasing concern for Brianna Parker. She knew that Reese was fond of her, and that their bond was growing as a result of their nearly daily contact in the dojo. And she also had a feeling that the outwardly tough, inwardly sensitive young girl reminded Reese of herself at that age.

"Reese, I know how hard it is for you. Im sorry. Its not that they dont trust you -"

"I know you tried, Tory. You did exactly right in calling me now. Did they give you any details?" She knew better than to ask for their names. She knew Tory couldnt breach her bond of confidentiality, and she wouldnt put her in that position. But she felt so powerless!

"It was a pickup truck - dark blue or black. They didnt get the make. There were at least a couple of men inside. One boy thought the truck had Massachusetts plates. Its not much to go on."

Reese smiled thinly. "Its a start. At least I can keep an eye out for similar vehicles, drive through that area a little more often. Maybe my presence will be a deterrent." She sighed. "Its more than I knew an hour ago. I just hope this isnt related to the other incidents up the Cape."

Reese studied Torys face in the dim light of the desktop reading light. The doctor looked drawn in a way that seemed more than simply fatigue. There was stress lines etched into the fine skin around her mouth and eyes. Her hands were shaking. Reese was aware of the long clinic hours Tory had been keeping since the summer began, but she had never seen her look quite so strained.

"What were you doing here at two oclock in the morning?" Reese asked.

"I wasnt here. They called the number I leave posted on the door for emergencies."

Reese stood. "You look worn out. Let me drive you home."

"Ive got my Jeep. Im fine."

"Id feel better if youd let me drive you - please," Reese said softly. She couldnt explain it any better to herself. She simply wanted the peace of mind of knowing that Tory was safe at home.

Tory inclined her head in agreement, too exhausted emotionally and physically to argue. "Catherine can drive me to work in the morning," she conceded.

They were silent on the short ride to Torys home. Reese pulled up the drive beside the darkened house, flicking off her lights and killing the engine. She turned to face Tory where she sat framed in moonlight. Reese found her both beautiful and unusually vulnerable. Something instinctual stirred in her, a response at once protective and possessive.

"Something happened to me tonight when I thought you were in danger. I wasafraid," Reese confessed quietly. "All I could think was that I had to get to you. Nothing ever mattered so much-" She reached a hand tentatively to touch Torys hair.

Tory flinched. "Dont Reese," she choked. "Dont touch me right now."

Reese moved closer, her voice husky with concern. "Why? What is it?"

Tory tried unsuccessfully to contain a sob, her own conflicting feelings overpowering her defenses. "Because I want you so much it hurts, and I wont be able to stand it if you touch me," she said in a strangled whisper. She tried to focus out the window into the darkness, searching for the familiar, anything to keep her from coming apart.

"And you think I dont want you?" Reese rasped, her breath constricting in her chest. She was leaning so close her words ruffled Torys hair. Her stomach churned with emotions so powerful she ached.

"God, Reese, dont play games with me!" Tory cried, turning to face her at last.

Reese cupped her face gently with both hands, her eyes burning into Torys. "I have never been more serious in my life," she breathed softly as her lips found Torys.

It was a kiss like none Tory had ever experienced. Questioning at first, tentatively seeking, then bolder as Reese pulled her deep into a swirling vortex of sensation, finally ending in something as tender as a prayer. Tory didnt feel as if she had been simply kissed; she felt as if she had been worshipped. When Reese lifted her lips away, Tory cried out at the loss. Her hands were twisted in Reeses shirtfront, and Tory clung to her, gasping.

"Whered you learn to kiss like that?" Tory said unevenly when she could draw breath again.

Reese laughed shakily, pulling Tory against her chest, burying her face in her hair. "I have no idea where that came from. But I can tell you this. I want to do it again, and I dont ever want to stop."

"God, youre beautiful," Tory whispered. "And youre scaring me to death."

"Why?" Reese questioned gently, pressing her lips to Torys forehead. She wrapped her arms around her, wanting to feel all of her near. Reese groaned softly, closing her eyes.

Tory trembled. "I want you to make love to me, Reese - so much I feel as if Ill come apart if you dont. And Im terrified of wanting you so much. You dont know how you make me feel-"

"I know how you make me feel," Reese said hoarsely, her hands stroking Tory's neck, her collar bones, moving closer to the full curve of her breasts with each caress. "And I know with absolute certainty that I want you."

Tory pushed away from her, although it took every ounce of her will power to do it. She was shaking with the effort of not touching her. Her lips felt bruised, and she was swollen to the point of pain with desire. But for the sake of what little sanity she had left, she needed time. She knew instinctively that if this woman made love to her, her life would never be the same. "Reese Conlon," she whispered softly, "I do not intend to sleep with you in your patrol car."

Reese laughed unsteadily, grasping Torys hands to keep her near, but accepting her unspoken request for time. Every instinct in her body urged her to kiss her again, every cell cried out to touch her, but she would not unless welcomed. She brushed a kiss against Torys palm.

"Tell me when I can see you again," she asked frantically.

Tory tenderly brushed the dark locks back off Reese's brow, loath to let her go. "Ill see you in the dojo, just like always," she said softly as she slipped from the car. "Now go back to work."

She watched until the red taillights disappeared around the bend toward town, fearing that Reese had just left with a piece of her heart.


Chapter Fifteen

"Are you just getting up, or havent you been to bed yet?" Catherine asked as she walked out onto the rear deck. Tory was hunched over in a canvas deck chair, her feet curled up under her. Jed lay beside her, asleep. The dawn was moments old; the tentative shafts of sunlight had yet to dispel the clouds that hung over the harbor. Catherine placed a cup of coffee in her sisters hand and pulled a chair up beside her. She stretched her legs up to the rail and waited.

Tory sipped the hot brew gratefully, shifting from her cramped position. She must have been there for hours, but she couldnt recall now what she had been thinking. "What time is it?" Tory asked at length.

"A little after five."

Tory groaned. "So soon?"

"I take it youve been out here all night?"

"Not all of it. I had a call about one."

Catherine studied her in silence. The dark circles under her eyes werent just from a few hours lost sleep. She had sensed something amiss with her sister since the moment she arrived.

"Whats going on, Tor?" she asked gently.

Torys instinctive reaction was to deny any problem. She was horrified to feel her eyes brim with tears. She was just so damn tired - of sleeping alone, of waking alone, of being alone! She passed a trembling hand across her face, desperately searching for composure.

"Talk to me, Tory. Please!" Catherine implored.

"I dont know where to start," Tory managed.

"Is it work? You know you could use some help here -"

Tory shook her head. "No. I wish it were. That I know how to handle."

"Youre starting to scare me, Sis," Catherine said softly. "Youre not sick, are you?"

"No! No, Im fine." She laughed a little shakily. "Actually, Im a mess, but Im not sick. Its -oh, God- how can I explain this? Its a woman. I mean, Ive met this woman, and -and I have absolutely no idea what Im going to do!"

Catherine regarded her intently. "How long has it been, Tor? Since theres been someone?"

Tory fought back tears again. She fixed her gaze on the harbor, willing away the memories. "Four years - since K.T. left me."

"I still want to kill her!" Catherine muttered.

"God, I dont want to do this again!" Tory cried.

"How serious is it?"

"I dont know! I dont know anything! Im not even positive shes gay!"

Catherine blew out a breath. "That tall, gorgeous cop."

Tory looked at her in surprise. "How did you know?"

Her sister shrugged. "Because for a minute there she made me wish I were gay. Shes charming, and sexy as hell. And because I saw the two of you dancing. She held you like you meant something to her. She held you like she cared."

"Oh, Jesus," Tory sobbed, "now you have made me cry!"

Catherine got up to search for tissues, and returned with the entire pot of coffee. "Here," she said, handing Tory the box of Kleenex. She poured them both more coffee, letting Tory shed the tears she needed to.

"Have you slept with her?" Catherine asked when Tory regained her composure.

"No," Tory admitted softly.