"I'll tell Uncle Ade to pay you more so you don't have to work two jobs." Kate dusted her hands together as if that solved everything.
Alarmed, Libby put a hand on Kate's shoulder. "No, Kate. Your uncle is paying me well. I don't want you to say anything to him. Promise me?"
Kate thought about it a moment and then said, "Okay."
Relieved, Libby led the way to the check-out and paid. She tucked the receipt in the purse to give to Adrian.
"So how much money have we got left?" Kate asked as they walked back to the hotel carrying the shopping bags.
"Enough to have some fun later," Libby told her.
They arrived back at the room and unpacked their shopping, leaving out what they would need to make spaghetti.
It was time to get to work.
***
Several hours later the food had been cooked and eaten, the kitchenette had been cleaned and they'd spent some time writing. Kate now claimed she loved cooking and if writing didn't work out she'd be a chef. Libby had put her to bed, then done some house hunting and applied for a couple of places online. Now she was working on her manuscript, with the ending hurtling toward her and her fingers frantically trying to keep up with her brain.
A knock on the door tore her out of her story. She checked the clock. It was late. She got up and went to the entrance, checking through the peephole to see who it was. A tall, blond woman stood there waiting. She looked slightly familiar.
Cautious, Libby opened the door and smiled at the woman. "Can I help you?"
The woman seemed surprised and stepped back. "Oh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong room number." Her American accent was low, and somehow strained, as if she was trying to disguise it. The woman looked down at the piece of paper in her hand and then back at Libby. "Room 1010?"
"No. This is room 1001."
"Sorry for disturbing you." The blonde paused mid turn and squinted at Libby. "Are you Libby Myles?"
It was said ever so casually but something about her demeanor had Libby on alert.
"Yes, I am."
"I recognize you from the talk show the other night. My niece is a big fan. She'll be so excited when I tell her I met you." The woman was all smiles.
Libby didn't believe her for a second. Where had she seen her – in the hotel lobby perhaps? "I'm glad she enjoys my books. If you'll excuse me, I need to go."
"Wait. You were on the show with Kent Downer. What's he really like?"
Libby debated her answer. "He was nice," she said, using the blandest adjective she could think of. "Good night."
"Sorry for the mix-up."
Libby shut the door and then peered through the peephole. The woman smiled as if satisfied and walked down the hall.
There was something about the whole episode that felt wrong. Could she have been a groupie of Kent's?
She'd have to ask Adrian.
Suddenly Libby heard a noise from Kate's bedroom. She walked down the hall and listened.
A groan, followed by the sound of a body tossing and turning in bed.
"Mama. No. Mama, talk to me." Kate's voice was full of panic and pain.
Libby rushed into the room. Kate was still asleep but tangled in the sheets, her hair drenched in sweat. Libby hurried over and turned on the star lamp for some light. She put her hands on Kate's arms. The girl's skin was burning hot. "Wake up, Kate." She shook her gently.
Kate stirred but didn't wake. She moaned again.
"Kate, wake up." Libby said it louder and squeezed Kate's arms.
Kate's eyes popped open, wide with fear, and she sat straight up in bed.
"It's Libby. You were having a bad dream."
Kate's faced crumpled and tears flooded from her eyes. Libby sat down next to her and pulled her close. "It's all right. It was just a dream."
Kate pushed her away. "No it wasn't. It really happened. They're really dead." She sobbed harder.
Libby didn't know what to say. She stroked Kate's arm and made soothing hushing noises. Kate flung her arms around Libby and held her tight. Kate's nightdress was soaked in sweat, her little body overheated. Libby's heart broke for the little girl as she hugged Kate back.
When finally the sobs faded and the shuddering died down, Libby reached for the tissue box next to the bed and handed it to Kate. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Kate sat up and took a tissue, blowing her nose hard. She hiccupped.
Libby handed her the glass of water from the bedside table. Kate took a sip.
"It was the same dream as always."
"How often do you get them?" Libby asked.
Kate shrugged. "Not so much now. Maybe once a month."
"Do you want to tell me about the dream?" Libby wouldn't push. She didn't want to make it worse for the girl.
"It's best if you know. You're my nanny now." Kate said it in such an adult manner, as if she'd heard someone else say the same thing.
Kate took a deep breath. "Mama and Dad died in a car accident. I dream about the accident. I wake up in the car, trapped by the front seat – it's pushed against my legs. I can't see Dad properly, just his head in the seat in front, but I can see Mama." Kate paused, closed her eyes and then flashed them open as if she didn't like what she saw when they were closed. "She's bleeding and not moving. She won't answer me and the steering wheel is crushed against her stomach." Kate's voice hitched and she took a shuddery breath.
Libby clasped Kate's hand and rubbed it.
Kate gave a half smile and then stared up at the stars on the ceiling. "Then everything gets blurry but I can hear voices trying to get us out. They're taking too long. They need to be faster but I can't tell them. I can't say anything. And then I wake up." She turned to face Libby. "Mama and Dad died before they got us out of the car."
There was nothing Libby could say. The horror of watching your parents die, or knowing they were dead while you were trapped, unable to help, was unimaginable. No wonder Kate had nightmares. "I'm so sorry, Kate." Libby hugged her tightly.
Kate clung back. "At least I have Uncle Adrian. He takes care of me."
It must have been difficult for Adrian as well. Losing his brother and sister-in-law and then caring for a niece who had been through such trauma.
"How about you get up and take a shower to freshen up?" Libby suggested. "I'll make a hot chocolate for you."
"All right." Kate slipped out of bed. She opened a dresser drawer and took out a fresh nightie before walking down the hall toward the bathroom and disappearing inside.
Libby put a hand to her eyes to stem the tears that threatened to fall and swallowed the lump in her throat. It was her job to be the strong one. To make sure Kate was safe and secure and comforted. She could cry later. She hurried out to the kitchenette and prepared the hot chocolate.
Ten minutes later Kate came out of the bathroom, freshly scrubbed. Libby sat with the hot chocolate and Kate's teddy bear in the living area. Kate wandered over and sat down, clutching the teddy bear to her chest. She tucked her feet up under her and reached for the hot drink.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better," Kate said and took a sip.
"Good."
They sat in silence drinking their hot chocolate. Libby didn't want to make conversation for the sake of it. Kate would talk when she was ready.
As they were finishing their drinks Adrian returned.
"Uncle Adrian's back." Kate put down her mug and raced to the entrance.
Libby stood and turned as Adrian said, "What are you doing up, kiddo?"
"Bad dream."
Libby moved toward the hall as Adrian knelt and held his arms open for his niece. Kate dove into them and he wrapped her in a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Katie."
He glanced up and met Libby's gaze. He was still wearing Kent's make-up but Libby saw past it. There was deep sorrow in his eyes.
It made her heart ache. Libby gave him what she hoped was a compassionate smile and moved away to give them some privacy. She collected the mugs and headed to the kitchenette to clean up.
After a minute she heard Kate say, "It's okay. I had a shower and Libby made me hot chocolate."
"And I see you've got Sebastien Bear to protect you," Adrian said.
Libby smiled. She finished drying the mugs and turned her attention to packing up her laptop.
"Do you want to stay up a bit longer?" Adrian asked Kate. "We could watch a movie."
"Yes, please, Uncle Ade."
Libby turned as they walked into the room.
"Libby, could you stay while I shower?" Adrian asked when he noticed she was packing up.
"Of course."
Adrian turned to Kate. "Will you be all right for a few minutes while I take off Kent?"