mid-size sedan, late model, not sure which make—he was several cars back, and they’re all starting to look the same these days.”
“What makes you think he was following us?”
“I saw the car behind us at the courthouse, then again when we left the hospital.”
“Did you get a look at the driver?”
“No, he was too far away.”
“Then how do you know it was a man?” she asked.
“I don’t, just assumed.”
“It could be a woman then, right?”
“Could be,” he conceded.
“Well, they’re gone now. Let’s go inside.” She gave his hand a light press.
He caught her before she could draw her hand back, and he held it firmly in his, turning his head to catch her gaze. “You were talking about not being able sleep last night? You rattled off a laundry list of things on your mind, and you probably thought I wasn’t listening, but I was. You tacked me on the end. What did you mean?”
Emily lowered her eyes, a little embarrassed as the memory of her dreams flashed back to her, feeling a warm sensation rush over her core. She wasn’t sure how much to tell him. The dream, as much as she could remember, was romantic and sensual.
The unsettling thing about the dream was that she was with Colin, sitting on her sofa, talking, then kissing passionately—she could clearly see his face, like watching a movie—but suddenly the scene changed and he became Evan, and they were in bed.
She remembered being thrilled Evan had come back to her. He’d made glorious love to her in the dream—as if he was still alive, still her husband—and she’d felt the full pleasure of it.
In the afterglow, he lay next to her in their bed and held her in his arms, pressing his warm lips to her temple. She’d felt loved and protected, the way she had always felt with him.
Then he morphed back into Colin, who was now the one holding her and kissing her forehead, assuring her everything would be okay, sitting on the sofa. Even though her feelings for Colin were strong, she had to admit, part of her longed to have Evan back.
She had awakened from the vivid dream in a sweat, feeling confused and wrung out. How could she possibly explain that to Colin? She decided to keep it short.
“Only that you were one of the many things on my mind last night.” Her lips curved with mischief, as she gazed into his sexy hazel eyes. “I’ve missed you and I’m glad to have you back, if only for a little while.”
Emily was never one to read much into the interpreting of dreams, but she wondered if this dream meant something. Maybe it was just that she hadn’t totally let go of Evan yet, as she thought she had.
She hoped learning who Evan really was would help her move on, and finally shut the door on that chapter of her life. How could she ever be happy with anyone else if Evan kept sticking his size eleven shoe in the closing door and reeling her back in?
“Just so you know, you’re often in my dreams too.” He lifted his hand tenderly to her cheek as he leaned over and kissed her. “Often.”
CHAPTER 22
“Do you think they’ve searched Maggie’s place yet?” Emily asked Colin as she finished her mocha cappuccino and dug in her purse to refresh her lipstick.
He checked his watch. “Maybe.”
“You’d think if they found the murder weapon,” she wagged the tube of lip color at him, “or anything else incriminating, Ernie would have called us.” She pressed her freshly-coated lips together.
“He will. Be patient.” He pitched his empty disposable coffee cup in the nearby trash can, then hers, as if he was making free-throws with a basketball.
As Emily stuck her lipstick back in her purse, her phone began to ring and she saw it was Maggie.
“The cops are here!” Maggie burst the words out without even giving Emily the chance to say hello. “They’re tearin’ my place apart,” she cried.
While Maggie went on ranting, Emily had visions of Maggie’s neat little cottage in total disarray with drawers overturned and the contents of her closets and cupboards strewn all over the place. She hoped Ernie and his people had more decency than that. Emily shot an expressive look at Colin as she scooped up her purse and stood to leave.
“Don’t worry, Maggs, we’ll be right over,” she assured her before hanging up. “We need to get to Maggie’s. I guess Ernie and his people are searching