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.He’d better be.This is our crowning achievement.When he let himself back into his office, Joy was standing at the picture window overlooking downtown San Antonio.From this vantage point the lights and colorful attractions of the city’s famed Riverwalk were clearly visible.Off to the left was the building where the movie, Cloak and Dagger with Dabney Coleman had been shot.When he’d first pointed it out to Joy, she’d insisted they rent the movie and surprisingly it had become one of her favorites.It wasn’t along the lines of her usual tastes.When the door opened she turned toward him, a smile on her face.“Put the baby to bed yourself?”“You know me.I always need to check things with my own eyes.”She came over to him and slid her arms around his waist, tilting her head back to look up at him.“How about going home and putting this baby to bed?” she teased.Heat flashed through him.“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.Let’s get the hell out of here.”Chapter TwoMia turned the deadbolt on the front door and tossed her keys into the bowl on the hall table.Traffic had been a bitch and her headache was worse than ever.But home was a sanctuary, one she was always happy to be in.The house itself, on San Antonio’s northwest side, was an unexpected gift, left to her by her maternal grandmother at a time when she was searching for some direction in her life.She’d just received her doctorate and was casting about for the proper way to use it.She didn’t want to go back to Florida where her entire life would be conducted under family scrutiny.Then like a bolt from the blue, someone on her thesis committee called to let her know about a position at the DeWitt Museum in San Antonio.“You’re perfect for it,” the professor said.“Exactly the kind of person they’re looking for.I’m sending a letter of recommendation right now, so call and set up your appointment.”It seemed like an omen.She interviewed for the job, was hired and took possession of the house, all within a week’s time.Located in the upscale suburb of Alamo Heights, the exterior of the building was a deep red brick that had faded to a soft rosy patina with age and weather.The interior, with its glistening hardwood floors, wide windows and soothing earth tones, provided just the respite she needed from the images that bombarded her and made her unsettled.The ones that had taunted her earlier still lingered in her mind.Once again she cursed the precognitive abilities that had plagued her all her life.Ignoring them when she thought she might be able to help made her feel guilty.Trying to carry forward whatever message she deciphered often got her in hot water.It was a no-win situation.And the one with the tall, dark, very sensual man? That had never happened before and she wasn’t sure she wanted it to happen again.I want to fuck you.And just like before, her body responded instantly, fire streaking through her veins and her pulse ramping up to almost jackhammer intensity.Startled, Mia shook her head and blinked her eyes.She couldn’t have this.She just could not have this strange man popping into her head and driving her to the brink of orgasm this way.Or any way.Her head was pounding now, well past the bath and wine cure stage.Aspirin.That’s what she needed.She headed for the downstairs powder room where she usually kept a small bottle.But when she stood at the sink, looking in the mirror, the image of her face dissolved to be replaced, not by the man, thank goodness, but by the stupid little rock.Only this time it was surrounded by Plexiglas and the hands were opening the door to the enclosure.And across the image, just a brief flash, a sign bearing the word “carpenter”.Mia closed her eyes, squeezing them shut.When she opened them, only her own pinched face stared back at her.Opening the medicine cabinet, she found the bottle of aspirin, shook two into her hand and ran a cup of water to swallow them with.Replacing the cup, she rinsed her hands and face with cold water, blotting them with a hand towel, trying to wash away the vision.And the memory of what she’d done in her office.In the kitchen she fixed herself a cup of herbal raspberry tea and carried it into her den.Of all the rooms in the house, this one always served as her refuge.The walls lined with bookshelves filled to overflowing, the stereo system where she could play her favorite jazz and blues, the thick carpeting and the graceful oak desk always seemed to reach out welcoming arms to her.Today she wasn’t sure any place could soothe her, as disturbed as her mind was.Her body, too.She needed to do something to get the erotic image out of her mind completely.Finishing her tea, she heated more water, dropped the tea bag in and left it to steep while she changed into a tank top and yoga pants.The rock.She’d focus on that stupid rock.Maybe find a way to figure out what that was all about.She hated it when the messages in what she saw were unclear.If only it were possible to turn off her brain, or whatever gremlins resided in it.Sighing, she took her tea to her desk, booted up her laptop and did a search for “rocks”, “Plexiglas” and “carpenter” in any combination.Her efforts produced so many hits she wiped them out and tried to start again.It was always a laborious process, trying to figure out the meager clue that could mean absolutely anything.If only the pictures were more complete, more detailed.If only they would take up residence in someone else’s head.Finally, her eyes gritty and tired, her head still throbbing, she shut down the computer.She’d wait and try again tomorrow.Maybe she’d receive another clue by then that would help with her search.Or maybe, if she was lucky, the vision would disappear altogether.The little clock on one of the shelves chimed eight o’clock and she realized she hadn’t eaten a thing since taking an early lunch.She rummaged through the refrigerator for sandwich fixings, finally settling for ham and cheese on rye and a Diet Coke.Sitting at the narrow rectangle that served as her kitchen table, a sort of antique she’d inherited with the house, she sorted idly through the mail, pushing the junk mail to the side to toss later on and separating the bills from mail she actually wanted to read.Refilling her glass, she opened the newspaper that she’d picked up from her porch.She didn’t know why she even subscribed anymore.She seldom took the time to read it.Too often the things she read created disturbing images in her mind that tempted her to follow paths she knew would destroy her.How often had she simply placed her hand on an article and been shocked by images she couldn’t decipher?But sometimes, like now, although the visions were vague they hit her with such force she couldn’t turn away from them.Something very bad had happened, or was about to happen.Every nerve in her body was zinging her with that message, telling her it was somewhere in the newspaper.Whatever it took, she’d have to search for the answers, then use her normal method of warning.And hope someone listened.Mia almost never read the business section, unless she was seeking information on a possible major donor to the museum [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]