“I’m not worried. I think this drug is a mood elev … a happy pill. Even you’re looking completely unthreatening.”
“I’m not a threat to you.”
“Yes, you are.” Even now, through the warm haze, she could feel the swirling danger that was Seth Caleb. His hand holding her own was strong and could have been comforting, but it was not. She could feel the power and the magnetism drawing her, absorbing her. Ordinarily, she would have backed away or ignored it, but at this moment she was open, accepting … welcoming the invasion. “But that’s okay. It doesn’t matter.”
“How complacent. You must really be out of it.” His thumb was moving back and forth on her inner wrist. “I don’t know if I like not mattering.”
“Too bad.” She had a sudden thought. “Where’s Joe? He was going to find you.”
“He’s right behind me. I imagine he’s going with you on the air ambulance.”
“You’re not going?”
“I’m flying my own plane. You can’t get rid of me, Jane.”
“I don’t want to get rid of you. Or maybe I do. I’m confused right now.” She was staring dreamily at him. “You’re a truly beautiful man, Caleb. Do you know that? I’d like to paint you.”
“It can be arranged. But I’m not cheap.”
“You’re joking? I’m having trouble telling … It probably wouldn’t be a good idea anyway. I don’t know if anyone could manage to do … the fire.”
“What fire?”
“All around you … Flame and darkness. Mostly … flame.” She wanted to reach out and touch those flames, the urge was almost irresistible. How would it feel? How would he feel?
“I see.”
“But it doesn’t interfere with how beautiful…” She couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. “Maybe I can … paint you…”
“If I don’t burn you.”
“Yes, but I don’t think you…”
She was asleep.
* * *
CALEB WATCHED THE AIR AMBULANCE take off before he turned and headed toward the Gulfstream parked across the tarmac.
“Wait for me.”
He turned to see Margaret running toward him, her ponytail flying, her cheeks flushed, a knapsack on her back. She looked like a young girl running away from home, he thought.
His brows lifted in surprise. “I thought you were going with Jane on the air ambulance.”
“I opted out at the last minute before they took off.”
“Why?”
She fell into step with him. “I decided to go with you.”
“And may I ask why I’m so honored?”
“It will cause me less trouble.” She grinned. “And Devon less headaches. Puerto Rico has fairly strict immigration laws.”
“And?”
“I have no papers.” She corrected, “Well, that’s not true. I have papers, but they’re forged and won’t bear close scrutiny. Devon wasn’t about to look too closely, but I can’t count on anyone in a bureaucracy being as lenient. They’d probably turn me over to Homeland Security.”
“Why don’t you have papers?”
She shrugged. “I just don’t. You don’t really care, do you?”
“I’m curious.”
She just looked at him.
“And what makes you think I won’t turn you over to Homeland Security?”
She met his gaze. “You don’t like bureaucracies. You don’t like rules. You don’t like laws. You do as you like.”
“But not necessarily as you like.”
“That’s true. But I want to help Jane, and that might sway you. You’re stalking Jane, and you can never tell when you might need a diversion to—”
“Stalking?” He smiled faintly. “That’s a strange phrase. It makes me sound like either a creep or an animal. Which one, Margaret?”
“You’re not a creep.”
His smile deepened. “Then what animal, Margaret?”
“I’m not sure. You’re just not … the same as other people.” She shrugged. “Not that it bothers me. Neither am I. We’re all animals, aren’t we? We’ve just evolved to being more civilized. Some of us are just closer to being what we were than others. I could tell you were very close when I first saw you.”
“Interesting. Does that mean I whisper to you like some of your four-footed friends?”
“I don’t know. If you did, I don’t know if I’d want to listen. Sometimes I don’t.” She started to climb the stairs of the plane. “But I wouldn’t be afraid like Jane.”