Heart Of A Hunter. Sylvie Kurtz

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СКАЧАТЬ scanned the lot, took in the duo of nurses chattering to his left, the orderly with hunched shoulders hurrying to his right and the traffic getting heavier on the road. He needed to get Olivia out of there now.

      Paula sniffed, shaking her head. “I can’t let her go with you. I have to protect her from you. She was leaving you, Sebastian. She was leaving you. You don’t deserve another chance to change her mind.”

      Because Paula was half right, Sebastian offered her the white flag of a promise. “When Kershaw’s back where he belongs, then Olivia can make her own choice. Until then I will protect her with everything I have.”

      He didn’t deserve this second chance, but he would take it. He’d never told Olivia how much her serene presence meant to him when he returned from the chaos of the “real” world. He’d never told her just how deeply he loved her. He owed a debt to Olivia for all the times he’d kept her waiting and worrying for him, for all the times he’d assumed she would always be there when his job was done. And the thought that he would fail Olivia scared him more than any special operation he’d ever worked. He felt her shift behind him and blocked her in.

      â€œI’ll fight you in court if I have to,” Paula said.

      Because he needed her as an ally and not an enemy, he tendered an olive branch. “Olivia’s confused now. She’ll need a woman to talk to. Stay with us. She needs you.”

      The shimmer of tears in Paula’s pale blue eyes, the trembling of her lower lip and the press of her fist against her heart told him he’d finally said the words she’d wanted to hear all along.

      SHE WATCHED THEM, the hard man and the stick woman, a breath away from her. They stood like gunslingers, exchanging barbs as hot as flying bullets. Anger rose from them in writhing snakes, and all she wanted to do was leave. But where would she go?

      Standing here between the solid body of the man and the cold steel of a truck’s tailgate, for a moment, she was disoriented. The sky was so wide and so blue, it spun around her and she was the eye of a hurricane. The pale yellow sun was so bright, its light washed everything in glittery white and, for a heartbeat, she was blind.

      The odors were different, too. The crisp air smelled like ironed sheets and the coldness of it shrank her lungs so that she had to open her mouth to breathe. She wrapped both arms around her middle, wishing for the comfort of the four walls of the room she had just left.

      She’d followed him because she’d had to. He’s your husband, they’d said. He’ll keep you safe. This hot anger didn’t feel safe.

      They were talking about her as if she weren’t there, and she didn’t like it. Though her insides felt as empty as eternity, she was still here and solid. Hey, you idiots, can’t you see I’m here, that I can hear every word, that I’m not deaf? But the words were playing hide-and-seek in her mind again. Fisting her hands at her side, she forced them out of her throat. But the best she could do was to cannonball, “Stop!”

      Both swiveled their heads in her direction. “Olivia,” they said at once. But she wasn’t done and while the words were sliding down her throat like snowmelt, she poured them out. “I do not want…to go anywhere…with either of you.”

      Heels digging into the hard asphalt, she spun around. Both hands went out to steady the world for a step. Then she focused on the glass doors of the building and headed toward them.

      â€œOlivia!” Panic filled the word, made it roar, and the next moment, she was falling, and something big and black blurred a wall of hot exhaust and revving motor beside her.

      Instead of bouncing on the hard asphalt, her head nested in the warm shoulder of the man. His body cushioned hers. The drum of his heart was loud and hummingbird fast against her ear. And when she looked into his dark eyes, something sweet melted inside her, then shook like the tail of a rattlesnake. This man she didn’t know, this man whose name she couldn’t bring herself to say, this man who was taking her to a home she couldn’t remember, he would willingly die for her.

      No, she wanted to say, you can’t do that. She didn’t know why the thought of his death frightened her so much. Because she would be the cause? Because she didn’t want to sever the narrow tie that somehow held a place for her in this strange world? Because some part of her still remembered him?

      Staring into his mesmerizing eyes, she knew, and the knowing was icy hot. He was the key to the hole in her mind.

      Beside them the woman jumped around and sounded as if she were a cat who’d had its tail stepped on. “Are you all right? Oh, my God! Are you all right?” she kept asking.

      â€œYou almost got hit by a car,” the man said, smiling as he helped her up. The smile was a mask that was dry and cracking at the edges. “You have to watch where you’re going.” He tried to make the words light, but they weighed like stones. His gaze never wavered from hers as he dusted melted snow and grains of sand from the sleeve of her coat. “Are you hurt?”

      Only in places that don’t show. As much as she wanted to hide in the familiarity of the hospital room, to find herself, she would have to step into that wide unknown. She would have to trust him. “I will go with you.”

      He nodded and squeezed her hand. “I’ll keep you safe.”

      Because he expected it, she nodded. But the truth came rushing at her as fast as the truck that had nearly hit her. If she went with him, if she let him fill the dark inside her with the missing memories, it was up to her to make sure he didn’t die for her.

      HE WAITED FOR THEIR arrival from a safe distance. Camouflaged as he was, even Falconer with his eagle eyes couldn’t see him. Lifting the high-powered binoculars he’d taken from an Army Navy store, he followed the progress of the two cars up the long drive. A man and a woman got out of the SUV, another woman out of the Volvo. Two women? He zoomed in to focus on the thin one.

      Ah, yes. He smiled. That makes it even sweeter. Pain before and after and all around—just as he’d had to bear for all these years. As he watched, the warmth stolen from him five years ago started to come back. He followed their track to the lovely nest perched on the side of the mountain. Their dance of return was an odd ballet of anger and fear, and he wore their discomfort like a quilt. “How does it feel, Falconer, to have your own home turned into a prison?”

      TIME WAS SPLITTING HIM in half. Sebastian needed to trace the plate of the truck that had almost run over Olivia. He needed to go through the evidence and order his thoughts on Kershaw. Something about the timing niggled at him. But if not Kershaw, then who?

      What he needed to calm the sea of unrest in him was facts. But he also needed to stay with Olivia to try to make her comfortable in her own home. She looked so lost, it tore at him. He would do anything to have been the one hurt in her place.

      They were inside her studio now, and Olivia was looking at her own work as if it belonged to someone else. They’d toured the house she’d helped design. He’d pointed out all the touches she’d added to make it a home—the welcoming light in the foyer, the plants in the living room, the afghan in the den. He’d seen her frown as she touched—willing remembrance? Nothing seemed to leave a mark of recognition. When she spoke, her voice held a curious flatness. When she moved, her actions told of a blackness inside СКАЧАТЬ