to help you, and we both could probably do without touching each other right now.”
That had her glancing sharply in his direction. She didn’t know if he meant because it might trigger one of her visions . . . or because of the kind of touching they’d been doing last night. Either way, she sat down. And her head began to ache in earnest. It was all too much.
One thing was clear. “We have to tell her,” Honey said. “Warn her.”
“Now why don’t we just wait on that, okay?”
“Just . . . find out if he’s gone fishing today. Please.” It looked like Dylan was going to shut her down again, so she spoke before he could. “I can’t head off to Savannah and not say something if it’s going to happen today. Do you understand that? I can’t do that and just let it happen. Not without at least saying something.”
He crouched down in front of her. “What, exactly, do you think is going to happen?”
“Don’t do that.” She frowned, hating that she felt stung by his gently spoken dismissal.
“Do what, sugar? I’m just tryin’ to sort things out and give you a few minutes to do the same before you go scarin’ the bejesus out of Miss Barbara.”
“I don’t think it’s going to happen, okay? I know it will.”
“Never been wrong?”
She held his gaze steadily. “About my visions? No. Never.”
Dylan blew out a long, steady breath. “Well. Okay then.”
Her gaze narrowed. “Okay then, what?”
“We’ll have to tell her. But you can’t go sayin’ something like that, looking all . . . like you do.”
Her frown turned to one of confusion, and she found herself lifting a hand, smoothing her hair, even as she smoothed the skirt she was wearing. “Looking like what?”
“Sugar, it’s not your hair or your clothes. It’s those eyes.”
She felt “those eyes” widen. “I can hardly help how my eyes look, but what’s wrong with them?”
“They’re damn spooky at the best of times, but at the moment, they look downright—”
“Stop.” She lifted a hand. “I get it. So, fine then. You tell her. Tell her that Frank can’t go fishing with his nephew or grandson—”
“Nephew? You mean John John?”
“Does John John run a fishing trawler? Or captain one?”
“Owns and captains, yes.”
“Then yes. John John is going to hit an unexpected storm, and Frank is going to end up with a huge gaffing hook in his thigh . . . unless we stop him from going.”
Dylan held her gaze for a long moment. “Okay.”
“That’s it? Okay?”
Dylan scowled. “What is it you want from me? You get mad if I don’t want to help, and now you’re pissed that I do?”
“I wasn’t—I’m not mad. I just—I want to make sure you understand how serious this is. A moment ago, I felt like you were coddling me. You do believe me, right?”
“I do.”
“Just like that?”
Dylan sighed, and Honey knew she was trying his patience, but she wanted so badly to trust him, and it was such a new idea to her, that she could trust someone other than family. She needed to make sure it was well placed.
“Sugar, after yesterday, it seems clear to me that whatever it is you’ve got, you’ve got. I don’t waste time wondering why something is what it is. Someone brings me something that’s obviously not working right, I don’t ask how it got that way—”
“You just fix it,” Honey finished. “Dylan . . . you can’t fix this. Fix me.”
He surprised her by smiling. “Who said I was tryin’?”
Barbara came bustling out the front door with a covered basket and two big drinks in capped bottles. “Well, you look a mite better. Got some color back in your cheeks. Gave me a good start, you did.” She turned to Dylan and handed over the stash. “I know Honey’s got an important appointment, so I filled up these drinks, one with ice water, one with lemonade. And a basket of some goodies to go with.” She turned to Honey. “You sure you’ll be all right to travel, dear?”
Honey nodded, touched by the trouble Barbara had gone to for her. “I’m fine.” She glanced up at Dylan and started to speak, only to have Dylan speak up first.
“Miss Barbara, how’s that nephew of yours doin’ with his trawler this season?”
Barbara looked momentarily surprised by the change of subject—or maybe it was just surprise that Dylan would willingly ask after someone’s family. Honey doubted that was something he did all that often. Or ever.
Barbara’s surprise