“Maybe they don’t want to hurt you. But they paid the bills for your stay at the hospital. Now, since we suspect that you should never have been there in the first place, wouldn’t it be smart to dig a little deeper?”
She reached up and touched the golden key at her throat. “Maybe Pierce lied to them and said that I had an injury that was incurable. Maybe it wasn’t their fault at all.”
“And you’d rather believe Pierce was the villain than anyone else. I don’t blame you. He’s a bastard and should burn in hell.” He met her gaze. “But unless we get to the bottom of this and prove he hired Drogan to kill you, there’s a chance he’ll be able to manipulate the system and put you back in that hospital.”
“No!”
“You’ve been studying what’s been going on in this wicked old world since you got out of the hospital. Truth can be twisted, and the good don’t always come out on top.”
She tried to smile. “But I’ve got you and Eve to help me.”
“And your friend, Newell.”
Her smile faded. “Billy’s been hurt enough. I want you to find a way to send him somewhere where he’ll be safe. Can you do that?”
“Possibly. If he’ll agree to leave you.”
“Make him do it.” She moistened her lips. “I know neither you nor Eve will be persuaded to go away. I have to accept that you feel it your duty to help me because Eve is my sister. That’s crazy, too, since I’ve been nothing but trouble. But Billy has no reason to run the risk.”
“He thinks he has a reason.” He shrugged. “I’ll try to send him out of the line of fire. I can’t guarantee anything.” He got to his feet. “And now I’m going upstairs to tell Eve what’s been going on.” He glanced at the TV newscaster, who was repeating the story of Drogan’s triple homicide. “Not a pleasant way to wake up.”
“Ugly. I’ve known her for such a short time and yet brought so much ugliness into her life.”
“She can handle ugliness. She can handle anything that comes along.” He turned and headed toward the door. “I never got around to telling you about her. Sometime, check her out on the Net. It won’t tell you about the steel inside her, but it will give you an idea why she had to develop it.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s almost five in the morning. Why don’t you try to take a nap? You were up all night staring at that TV.”
She watched the door shut behind him and felt suddenly lonely. The hours of shared effort aimed at a common goal had been interesting and a little exciting. But now he was going to Eve, and Beth was alone again.
They would be together in that closeness and bonding that even Beth could recognize as being both rare and special. She felt a pang of envy. Oh, not of Joe or Eve but the relationship, the love itself, that she had never known.
And she might never know it. So just take life and drink every pleasure. She wouldn’t behave like a hungry beggar at the gates. She’d make herself valuable to herself and become Eve’s equal and maybe it would work out.
And maybe it wouldn’t.
If it didn’t, then she’d move on and open herself to other people, other experiences. But not now, when she could explore this tentative bond that was forging with Eve.
She tossed off the throw covering her and moved over to sit at the desk. She turned the computer back on and brought up the Net.
Find the steel and the reason behind it.
She typed in the name.
Eve Duncan.
* * *
JOE …
Eve rolled over in bed and went into his arms. Warmth, strength, love without end …
Then her lids flew open as she felt the cotton of his shirt press against her. He was still dressed.
Of course he was!
She lifted herself on one elbow and looked down at him. “Dammit, I fell asleep. One minute I was awake, then— Did you see anything that—” She stopped as she saw the red streak on his cheek. She reached out to touch it. “Joe?”
“It’s nothing.” He took her fingers and brought them to his lips. “And, yes, I did see something.”
“That’s pretty obvious. It’s almost dawn. You said that you were only going to do a preliminary scouting trip to the house next door, then come