With a sigh of contentment, she shifted in her seat, the breeze tugging at her hair. Caine had removed the top of the Jeep and the late afternoon sunlight spilled over her skin left bare by her khaki shorts and stretchy tube top. Lazily, she watched the cornfields of Nebraska whiz pass, breathing deeply of Caine’s warm, wolfy musk.
The smell of him . . . grounded her. There was no other way to say it. Even when she was lost in the dark mists of her visions, when she was blind to the world, she could catch his scent nearby and know that nothing could harm her.
Dwelling on the miracle that had brought Caine into her life, Cassie was unprepared for the burst of unease that destroyed her momentary illusion of peace.
She straightened, reaching out to touch Caine’s shoulder. “Pull over.”
He shot a frowning glance toward the endless miles of corn. “Here?”
“Yes.”
With obvious reluctance, he slowed the Jeep and pulled onto the shoulder. He turned his attention to her. “Are you sick?”
Puzzled by the question, she gave a shake of her head. “I’m fine.”
“Then you have to pee?”
“No.”
“Then what the hell are we doing?”
“The phone.”
He scowled. “What . . .” The sound of his ring tone brought his words to an abrupt end. “Shit,” he muttered, digging his cell phone out of the front pocket of his jeans. “I’m never going to get used to that.” He glanced at the screen, his scowl only deepening. “Ingrid.”
“A friend?” she forced herself to ask, squashing the odd stab of aversion toward the unknown female.
This phone call was important. Even if she didn’t know why.
“A lifetime ago,” he muttered. “Why would she be calling now?”
She slid until she was leaning against the hard muscles of his shoulder. “I don’t know everything.” She pointed her finger toward the phone. “Maybe if you push that little button and talk with her you’ll find out.”
He turned his head to nip the end of her nose. “Smart-ass.”
She wasn’t fooled by his playful manner. There was something troubling him. “Why don’t you answer?”
He grimaced. “She’s a part of my past I want to forget.”
The ringing stopped as the phone sent the caller to voice mail only to start again seconds later.
“I don’t think she agrees with being a part of your past.” Cassie studied Caine’s tight expression, feeling his tension as if it were her own. “Was she your lover?”
“No. But . . .” Regret flashed through his stunning blue eyes as he reached to outline her lips with the tip of his finger. “There were women, Cassie. I don’t share your innocence.”
She hesitated, realizing that the unpleasant sensation that had been plaguing her since Caine’s phone started ringing was jealousy. How . . . astonishing.
“You have a lover now?”
His lips twitched, easily sensing her inner turmoil. “Only one,” he assured her, leaning forward to steal a possessive kiss. “The rest are a part of that past I intend to forget.”
Cassie nodded, the tightness in her chest easing, although the phone continued its annoying ringing. “She’s very persistent,” she muttered, her finger moving to point at the top of the phone screen. “What’s that blinking light?”
“She sent me a video.”
Cassie tensed, her personal emotions smothered beneath the power of her forewarning. “I think you should watch it.”
He studied her with a frown. “Are you speaking as a jealous lover or as a prophet?”