stomach ache and her heart feel so heavy?
Raven mumbled something and reached for her. She smiled. When finding her pillow empty, his eyes blinked open. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her.
“Hey, how come you’re awake so early? The sun is barely up,” he said, yawning. “Come back down here and let me hold you. We can go back to sleep for a little while.”
Cara sighed and let Raven pull her back down. She didn’t mind really. The last six days had been wonderful. She and his sisters had gone shopping in Paris for items for her trousseau, and Raven had taken her to New York City to see a play on Broadway.
Quiet Thunder had taught her the recipe to make a healing potion and helped her strengthen her telepathy by doing exercises. If she concentrated really hard, she could pick up the thoughts of the person she was practicing with. Sending thoughts wasn’t as difficult, and everyone she practiced with could hear her when she tried. Raven was the only person whose thoughts she could pick up easily. She and Raven seemed to be linked somehow.
Quiet Thunder had also talked to her about seeing Derek and Katherine’s auras mix. He agreed with Cara that it was a sign of a possible mating. When she got back to New Mexico, she would try and get the two of them together.
Last night she had overcome her shyness and asked Quiet Thunder to design a wedding ring for Raven. The ring he had made for Derek was beautiful. She had noticed it right away, and Cara wanted something special to give to Raven as a wedding band. Quiet Thunder seemed surprised, but Cara knew he was pleased that she had asked him. He promised to work on a design and contact her as soon as he could, without letting Raven know.
Raven’s breathing deepened as he slipped back to sleep. But he held her close, both arms wrapped around her. She wouldn’t be getting out of bed without his knowing. Smiling, she caressed his arm with her fingertips. He was so possessive at times. But she had to admit she liked it. She never had to guess where she stood with this man. He didn’t play games. He knew what he wanted, and he held onto it.
Her dad had been like that. Her mom used to love to tell the story of how they met and how one look had been enough for Dad to pursue her. Dad would always laugh and say that he wore her out until she gave in and married him. Cara blinked back tears with the happy memories. She was sorry her parents were gone and would never know Raven. They would have liked their future son-in-law.
When the phone rang downstairs, Cara moaned silently. Why did everything seem to happen when she and Raven were snuggled in bed? The murmur of Gwen’s voice could be heard as she answered the phone, and for a moment Cara hoped that the call was for Quiet Thunder. But when she heard Gwen’s footsteps coming back up the stairs and stopping outside their bedroom door, she knew they weren’t that lucky.
Turning, Cara kissed Raven on the nose as Gwen knocked on the door.
“Raven? Joe is on the phone. He says he needs to talk to you.”
“Tell him I’ll be right there,” Raven said sleepily as his eyes blinked open. “Wherever we go on our honeymoon, there needs to be a no-phone policy,” he grumbled, while getting out of bed and tugging his jeans on. “Maybe a cabin in the woods or a deserted island. Be right back, tehila. Keep my side of the bed warm.”
Cara laughed as Raven went out the door. That man did not like his sleep interrupted. What was it this time that couldn’t wait until they got back to New Mexico?
Chapter Twelve
“Joe? This better be important. You just dragged me out of bed and away from Cara.”
“Raven, have I ever called you when it wasn’t important? Jacob Kellen tried to shoot General Holland in the hospital last night. Fighting Eagle had to use his crossbow to stop him. Kellen is dead.”
“His aide? Do you think he’s the mole in the general’s office?”
“I’ve got a team looking into it. They’re checking his apartment and office as we speak. But my gut says he must be the one.”
“How is the general taking it?” Raven asked, running his hand through his hair.
“How do you think? He’s cursing up a