“Great sex whenever I want it?”
“That too. Better yet, it would mean no more questions, no more doubts, no more putting things off—”
“Just you and me and a big bed and a bigger—?”
“You gonna finish that thought?”
“And a bigger heart, Dix. I’m so glad I staggered into your woods. I would love to marry you. You and the boys are the center of my life now.”
He leaned down to press his forehead against hers. He felt the goodness in her, the bone-deep honor, and the strength. “Have you ever considered that maybe tracking down killers and psychopaths isn’t all that normal and expected?”
She kissed him, stroked her hand through his hair. “Nah. What I can’t understand is milking a cow or taking apart a smoking motherboard.”
He grinned, fell onto his back, felt her hand move to lie flat on his belly again. He lay quietly, finally heard her breathing even into sleep. No wonder. Both of them were tired to the bone, what with the long flight from Richmond, then dropping her off here at the Sherlocks’ because of his decision to see Charlotte as soon as possible. He’d tried to get some information out of her, anything at all they could use about her and her husband, but she had cut it short. He had no idea if she really wanted to see him again, or was pretending. When he’d told Ruth he might have to play-act at seducing her, she’d merely nodded, and said in that no-nonsense way of hers, “It’s your call, Dix.”
After he’d left Charlotte, he’d stood by his rental car a moment and felt cold to his soul. He knew something wasn’t right about Charlotte. He knew too that something really bad was out there that concerned Christie, waiting for him to find it.
Savich and Sherlock, with Sean and his nanny Graciella, had arrived a little after six o’clock, welcomed by all, especially Sherlock’s parents. Isabel called out over their heads that she’d made her baby’s favorite sausage enchiladas.
Sean had yelled “Yes!” until told by his mother that she was Isabel’s baby, not him. Sean had looked puzzled a good long time about that.
Of course, there’d been more discussions, more plans made over a big pot of coffee—until all of them, in their pajamas and their jet lag—were shooed off to bed by Mrs. Sherlock.
And now, as Dix lay in the sinful big bed, Ruth’s head on his shoulder, he thought of the endless string of lies he’d told the boys, and felt the knife of guilt twist in his gut. And if that wasn’t enough, he realized he hadn’t told Ruth he loved her. What a moron he was. What was a marriage proposal without at least some mention of love? He was an idiot. He’d tell her first thing in the morning when she awoke, warm and soft with sleep.
His last thought before he fell asleep, his face against Ruth’s hair, was about Christie. I’m going to find out what happened to you, Christie. I’m going to find you justice. And then I’m going to let Ruth share my heart with you.
CHAPTER 36
Cheney stood at the front window of his condo, leaning to his left so he could manage a glimpse of his partial view of the Golden Gate. Julia was asleep on his sofa, sprawled on her back. He was glad she’d wanted to come home with him, away from the media, the crime scene tape, the neighbors, and maybe another visit from Makepeace. Suddenly she said clearly, in an anguished voice, “Linc, oh Jesus, no! Linc!”
She began to sob, deep wrenching sobs, and she wept, saying over and over, “Linc, oh no, please Linc. Don’t leave me. No!”
He gathered her up, rocked her. “Julia, wake up. You’re okay, it was a nightmare. Come on, wake up.”
She did immediately, staring up at him in the dim moonlight coming through the front window.
“You had a nightmare. You’re okay now.”
It took her a moment to gain control. “Thank you, Cheney. I guess with all the stress, those nightmares are slipping right in.”
He wondered how often she dreamed of Linc, but now wasn’t the time to ask. “You want some warm milk or something?”
She managed a grin. “No, I want to go back to sleep. Why aren’t you in bed?”
“I’m too hyped up, I guess. I’ll go sack out soon now.”
“You’re afraid he’ll come here, aren’t you?”
“My address wouldn’t be all that hard to find out. Thanks to Captain Paulette, there’s a squad car down the block keeping an eye on the place. It wouldn’t be Xavier’s best move to try it. Actually, it’d be nuts.”
“He is nuts.” She shivered. Without thought, he pulled her close again, felt her hair against his face.