Chapter 2

• Gwen hadn’t been joking about the color, Dade mused, as they stood under umbrellas and looked at the neon yellow building.
• “Maybe it’s a good thing it’s cloudy and raining.” Owen whispered to Leena.
• Leena laughed. “Better find our sunglasses before the sun comes back.”
• Dade sighed and went over to stand on the porch. “At least there’s a covered porch this time.” Opening the door, he held it as everyone filed in.
• Chris grinned and ushered Kasey through the door. “Justin said this was the Ritz compared to the last one.”
• Cora looked around silently for a few minutes. “There’s actual furniture to sit on this time.” She peeked into the kitchen. “And a much larger table if you need to patch anyone up, Steven.”
• Steven frowned at her. “I don’t want to see so much as a scrape this weekend.”
• She grinned at him. “Then we’d better keep Dade out of the harvest wine this year.”
• Dade scowled. “It was damn cold last year, couldn’t drum if my hands were numb, now could I?”
• Steven laughed. “Well if your hands get cold this year at least walk away from the fire when you get up.”
• Leena patted Dade on the shoulder sympathetically. “It was cold and no one blames you for almost falling in the fire.” She grinned at Rachel. “Rach tried to jump over the creek and missed.”
• “I still say someone added something extra to that mead. I’ve never had a buzz like that from mead before.” She grimaced.
• Kasey smiled walking of a room. “Might have been the quantity.”
• Chris dropped into one of the overstuffed chairs. “What’s the bed count sweetheart?”
• “Six bedrooms. Six double beds.”
• “Ohh.” Rachel grinned. “We’ll have a spare bed.” She smiled at Steven suggestively.
• Steven walked over and hugged her. “You can use it to nap in when I’ve worn you out, angel.” He nuzzled her hair.
• “Don’t start. You have a room for that.” Dade stated loudly.
• Turning, Steven pulled Rachel towards the first door in sight.
• Leena laughed. “Not yet Steven, we have to bring everything in, unpack and cleanse the space.”
• “I don’t think any of you are grasping the task at hand here.” Steven hugged Rachel to him. “The lady wants babies! Lots of babies and that will never happen if I never get to touch her.”
• “Takes a little more than a touch my friend.” Chris snorted.
• Owen smiled. “You’re a doctor, figure out when she can get pregnant.”
• Steven’s mouth dropped. “Where is the fun in that?”
• Rachel kissed him softly. “You’ll get your fun later. Work first.”
• He dropped his arms and sighed loudly. “Fine.” He looked at Dade and pointed to the door. “Let’s go.”
• The rain finally stopped falling by the time everything had been brought inside. The grounds seemed quieter without it. A more peaceful area, Cora thought, as she looked out the window. Her nerves weren’t as steady as she let everyone believe. She’d had nightmares since Lammas about men grabbing her from behind. Some nights they were bad, enough that she didn’t bother going back to sleep.
• She tried a few times to seek out more information, hoping that the contact with the killer would mean she’d be able to, but had no success.
• A couple outside were holding hands and dodging the puddles leading to a large building. Her heart ached for that. She didn’t hold any ill will towards the three happy couples’ downstairs. Each and every one of them deserved that happiness. Smiling to herself, she knew it was even more perfect that they were couples now, after having yearned for their partner for many years.
• Cora sighed, she knew about yearning. Having lived with that feeling every day. Dade Jones, she thought with her lips in a pout. She’d watched him even when she was a young girl and should have been interested in simpler things. He’d always sat with his dark brooding eyes and silently observed those around him. Of course, as he got older, the other females at the temple, school, and anywhere else he stepped always hovered nearby.
• She remembered the day she returned to the temple after being away at school for two years. Walking in, she had greeted those she knew, then saw him sitting and leaning on his drum. When he’d smiled at her she’d had to wait several minutes before going over to speak to him. If she’d been any other type of woman she would have thrown herself at him, but that wasn’t her style.
• Her cheeks grew warm whenever she recalled the few times he’d really kissed her in the last few years. His kiss told her everything she already knew, the man had the experience that she lacked and she would never be able to make him happy for long. No woman seemed to.
• “Everyone’s waiting for you downstairs, honey.”
• She jumped when Dade spoke from the door.
• “Oh sorry, thought you heard me come up the stairs.” He offered her one of his easy smiles.
• Cora turned and shook her head. “Was lost in thought.” She rubbed a hand over her stomach to sooth the knots.
• Dade frowned. “You all right Coralee?” He stepped away from the door toward her.
• She shrugged, “Nerves mostly I think.”
• Stopping in front of her, he rubbed his hands gently down her arms and then held her hands gently. “You don’t have to do this, not if it’s upsetting you.” He searched her face.
• Cora smiled and squeezed his hands. “It would upset me more to not help and have this man continue.”
• “If it gets to be too much for you at any point, you let me know and I’ll get you away from it.”
• She frowned. “How are you going to do your job with your drum if you’re rescuing me?”
• He caressed her cheek, letting his hand trail down to play with her long curls. “Once you feel him and I’m able to call him out, the others take over. I want your word, honey, if you need distance from it all you’ll let me know.”
• Cora loved when he talked to her with his voice soft. It was deep and vibrated through her. “Always my white knight?” She looked down at his tanned skin against hers. “Well, almost white.”
• “Could be worse I could be ghostly white like Rach.” He grinned.
• She touched his cheek lightly. “I like your skin color just the way it is, Dade Jones. And yes, if things get to be too much for me I’ll let you know.”
• He nodded, but continued to hold her hand and play with her hair.
• Cora watched his dark eyes looking at her. There was always so much in them that he never said.
• He lowered his head slowly towards hers until their lips brushed together softly. “We had better go down. Doc is whining again.”
• “Poor man, we’re always interfering with his sex life.”
• Dade closed his eyes and sighed dramatically. “Well, at least he has one.”
• She turned and picked up the bag she’d need and smiled at him. “Should I have said poor, lonely Dade? All this killer hunting and meetings must have really interfered with your social life.”
• He shook his head. “I’ve been telling you for two years, honey, I don’t run around like that anymore.”
• She quirked an eyebrow at him as they stood in the door. “If you’re going to try to make me believe you haven’t had a date in two years, Dade Jones, I’m going to really struggle to believe that.”
• “It’s the truth, Coralee Avery, I’m a changed man.” He smiled at her. “No woman out there could ever hold a candle to you, so why look.”
• Cora laughed. “Are you trying for more free meals?”
• “No, well, no. What I’m trying to say to you is…”
• “Hello!” Steven bellowed from the bottom of the stairs. “Cleansing! Waiting!”
• She turned and walked towards the stairs. “That is one determined man.”