He ran a hand through his hair and her eyes followed the graceful movement. Something told her that he'd be just as graceful while stalking and taking down prey. "You picked an odd time for it."
She could hardly say that she'd been driven by emotions run amuck. "I wasn't actually expecting anyone to be here, but decided to come on the off chance that someone was."
"Someone?" He raised a brow.
"You," she admitted, knowing it was useless to lie. "What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"Bad dreams?"
"No dreams." It was a husky whisper. "That was the problem."
Something throbbed between them, an awareness that shouldn't have existed. They'd never really touched, never really spoken about anything other than business. Yet it was there, a growing, beautiful thing. "Why come here?"
"Instinct," he said. "Maybe you drew me to you."
"I don't have those abilities." It was just another one of her flaws. She was a cardinal without power, a cosmic joke. "Even if I did have them, I'd never use them to summon someone against their will."
"Who said it was against my will?" The arm on the roof of the car reached out to toy with a strand of her hair. "Why don't we go somewhere else to talk? It's unlikely anyone will see us here but if they do, I don't think your mother will understand."
She nodded. "Yes, you're right. Where?"
He held out his hand. "Keys."
"No." There was only so much she'd take and Lucas Hunter was pushing it to the limit. "I'll drive."
"Stubborn." He laughed and walked around to the passenger side. "You're in charge, Sascha darling."
After she'd got in and started up the car, he said, "Take a left on the street."
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere safe."
He directed her across the Bay Bridge and through Oakland. They hit the trailing edges of the wilderness that pressed against Stockton and kept going. The trees grew ever more dense, telling her that she'd entered some part of the massive Yosemite forests. Even with the considerable speed of her car, she'd been driving almost two hours when he told her to stop.
"Are you sure you want me to stop here?" Nothing but trees met the eye.
"Yes." He got out.
Having no other choice, she followed. "We're going to talk here? We might as well sit in the car."
"Scared?" It was a whisper in her ear.
His speed was frightening. He'd moved around the back of the car and to her in the space of a sentence. "Hardly. I'm Psy, remember? I'm simply confused by the logic of this."
"Maybe I've brought you here to do dastardly deeds." His hand rested on the curve of her hip.
"If you'd wanted to hurt me, you could've easily done so in the parking lot." She wondered whether or not to make an issue over the hand on her hip. What would a normal Psy do? Would a normal Psy ever get herself in such a position in the first place? She didn't know!
That hand slid up until it lay against the curve of her waist. "Stop."
"Why?"
"Such behavior isn't acceptable." She coated each word with deliberate calm - it was the only way she could fight what he was doing to her. Unused to sensation, she was close to becoming a slave to it, the fantasies she'd indulged in during sleep leeching into her waking life.
He moved away at once. "You sound just like a Psy."
"What else do you expect me to sound like?"
Looking into Sascha's night-sky eyes, eerie in the darkness, Lucas found himself saying, "More. I expect you to be more." Before she could respond, he began walking. "Follow me."
Already, he was debating the wisdom of his decision in bringing her to his lair. It was a stupid thing to do by any standard. Yet, he hadn't been able to stop himself, driven by instincts far older than human thought. The panther wanted her in its territory.
When he'd found her in the lot, where he'd been drawn by impulses he barely understood, he'd thought that he was starting to see the real Sascha at last. Except that if he were to believe the way she was acting, the real Sascha existed nowhere but in his mind.
Had he been wrong about her right from the outset?
He took her through the hidden pathway that exited beneath his lair - most people never watched for danger from above. "How high can you jump?"