Angel Fire - Lisa Unger [78]
She could see his face in the mirror that hung on the wall over the dresser. The pain etched there frightened her. “Jeffrey?” Her voice was a plea, soft but urgent.
He turned and walked over to her, grabbed her hard into him, burying his face in her hair. “I want you to leave here until this is over,” he said urgently. “Please, Lydia.”
“I can’t, Jeffrey, you know that.”
“Lydia …”
She reached up and touched his face, smoothing the anger from his brow, ran her fingers through his hair. And then he was covering her face in kisses.
“I can’t do this anymore, Lydia. I can’t pretend that I’m going to leave you when this is over and everything is going to be as it has always been. I can’t pretend that I don’t think about you every day and wish you were beside me every night. I can’t hold you like I’m your friend when I’ve wanted so much more for years. I can’t pretend that I’m not in love with you. I’m sorry, Lydia. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
A thousand thoughts swirled in her head: her mother, her father, Jed McIntyre, the killer they hunted now. All this death and tragedy in her life and in the lives of others. Love had never brought her mother anything but pain. Lydia had lost or been disappointed by so many people, except for Jeffrey. She thought of Maria Lopez, how no one had claimed her body, how she had been disconnected from the world. How much more connected am I? If you don’t love anyone, then you don’t lose anyone … but nobody loves you, either. Do I keep him at bay because it keeps him loving me and I don’t have to love him back? So I don’t have to give him my heart?
She closed her eyes against tears, against the fears. And when she opened them he was watching her, so intently, with so much love. In his face, so beautiful to her, so familiar, she saw home.
“I love you, too,” she whispered. “You know I always have. You must know.”
His mouth on hers tasted like the ocean, salty, warm. She felt his urgency, his desire on her tongue. “I’m not going to let you move in close and then back a mile away from me again.”
“I know. I don’t want that anymore either. I’m tired. Tired of fighting everything. Tired of pretending I don’t need you. I do. I have, probably, since the first day I met you.”
They were startled by a pounding on the front door.
She didn’t want to let go of him, didn’t want to move from his arms and face the nightmare they found themselves in now. She’d chased this monster and now the monster was chasing her. She hated herself suddenly for inviting this horror into their lives. But there was no choice now but to face it down.
“That must be the police,” she said.
“I know. I don’t want to let this moment pass.”
“It’s okay,” she said, and smiled. “We have all the time in the world.”
Lydia sat on the couch in the living room as Jeffrey let the police in. Chief Morrow was the first person through the door.
“How did he get through the alarm system?” he asked Jeffrey.
“The breaker box is outside the house. He forced the lock and turned off the alarm. These things are supposed to default to sounding an alarm in that case, but this one didn’t,” answered Jeffrey. “Basically it looks like when the power went out, the house opened wide.”
“Shit,” said Morrow. “The stakeout starts tonight on the twelve-to-eight shift. I couldn’t start it sooner than that. We’re short-staffed.”
“A day late and a dollar short,” said Lydia from her place on the couch. “As usual.”
“It’s no one’s fault, Chief,” Jeffrey said quickly. “Let’s just make sure we’ve got someone on this house day and night from this point forward. On foot, on the property, not sitting in a car down at the bottom of the drive.”
The chief nodded his head, his face flushed with embarrassment and anger. He followed Jeffrey up the stairs and into the bedroom to inspect the scene.
Lydia stayed on the couch downstairs, her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around them. She did not want to be in the room while the police dusted for fingerprints. She did not want to see that message again, which