Red lily gt-3

by Nora Roberts

  That’s what they’d call what had happened to her. Possession.

  What she knew about it came out of books, novels mostly. To think she’d enjoyed having her spine tingled with those kind of stories once. Maybe she could take some of the things she’d read and apply it to her situation. Though the one that came first to her mind was Stephen King’s Christine. She was a woman not a classic car, and come to think of it, the solution of smashing the car to bits didn’t seem very practical. Besides, it hadn’t really worked anyway.

  There was The Exorcist, but she wasn’t Catholic—and that dealt with demons. Still, she’d be willing to try a priest if things got any worse. In fact, the minute her head spun a three-sixty, she was heading for the nearest church.

  She was probably overreacting, she decided, and slipped on a tank and cotton shorts. Just because it happened once didn’t mean it would happen again. Especially now that she was aware. She could stop it from happening, probably. Willpower, strength of self.

  She needed to do more yoga. Who knew that yoga wasn’t the cure for possession?

  No, what she was going to do was get some air. The thunderstorm she’d wanted was just starting to lash. The wind was up, and shimmers of lightning were buzzing light against the windows. She’d throw open the terrace doors, let the wind pour in. Then she’d read something light, a nice romantic comedy, and turn her head off for sleep.

  She walked to the doors, gave them a big, dramatic yank.

  And screamed.

  “Jesus! Jesus!” Harper grabbed her before she could let out the next peal. “I’m not an ax murderer. Chill.”

  “Chill? Chill? You’re skulking around, scare my hair white, and I’m supposed to chill?”

  “I wasn’t skulking. I was just about to knock when you opened the doors. I think you may have cracked my eardrum.”

  “I hope I did. What are you doing out there? It’s just about to storm.”

  “A couple of things. The first was I saw your light and wanted to see if you were okay.”

  “Well, I was before you gave me a damn heart attack.”

  “Good.” His gaze drifted down, up again. “Nice outfit.”

  “Oh stop.” Annoyed, she folded her arms over her chest. “It’s no less than I might wear running around the yard with the kids.”

  “Yeah, I’ve noticed you running around the yard. The second is I was thinking about what happened this afternoon.”

  “Harper, I haven’t been able to think about anything else for hours.” Weary of it, she pushed a hand through her hair, then pressed it to her temple. “I just don’t think I can think about it any more tonight.”

  “You don’t have to, you just have to answer a question.” When he started to step inside, she gave him a good, solid shove back.

  “I didn’t ask you in. And I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be in here when I’m not really dressed.”

  His eyebrows lifted as he leaned comfortably on the doorjamb. Like he owned the place, she thought. Which, of course, he did.

  “Let me point out that you’ve been here for about a year and a half. During that time I’ve somehow managed to restrain myself from jumping you. I think I can continue that policy for another few minutes.”

  “You’re feeling pretty snarky, aren’t you?”

  “I’d say what I’m feeling is pissed off. Especially if you’re going to be a drama queen and insist we have this conversation with me standing out here and you standing in there.”

  The first fat drops began to fall, and he lifted his eyebrows again. Exactly the way his mother did.

  “Oh, all right, come in then. No point in you standing out there getting soaked like an idiot.”

  “Gee, thanks so much.”

  “And leave those doors open.” She jabbed a finger at them because the gesture made her feel more in charge. “Because you’re not staying.”

  “Fine.” The wind whipped in through them, chased by a charge of thunder. And he stood, thumbs hooked in the front pockets of ratty jeans, his hip cocked.

  She wondered, even through the irritation, why she didn’t drool.

  “You know,” he began, “after I more or less—mostly less—calmed down about everything, replayed it in my head some, the way you do, something interesting occurred to me.”

  “You going to make a speech or ask your question?”

  He inclined his head, an action that managed to look regal despite the jeans, T-shirt, and bare feet. “You’ve done a lot of swiping at me since you came here. I’ve tolerated it pretty well, for certain reasons. I’m about done with that now. But to get back to my point. The interesting thing that occurred to me was timing. Here’s how it plays for me. You come over, make your move, I make one back. We have a moment, a couple of them. You want to take it slow, I get that. Then the next time we’re together, you’re all about now you’re not really interested after all, it was just an impulse, no big, and let’s just be pals.”

  “That’s right. And if your question is have I changed my mind—”

  “It’s not. Between those two interludes, I get a visit from our resident crazy, who happens to decide to trash my place. My kitchen to be exact, the scene of interlude one. So my question is, how much did that event play into your role in interlude two?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Well now you’re just lying, straight to my face.”

  Her expression went to pitiful. She could actually feel it move across her face and settle in. “I wish you’d go away, Harper. I’m tired, and I have a headache. It hasn’t been the easiest day for me.”

  “You pulled back because you figured she didn’t like us together. Enough that she fired what we could call a warning shot.”

  “I pulled back because I pulled back. And that should be enough.”

  “It would be, would have to be, if that were true. If that was all. I’m not going to push myself on you, on any woman who doesn’t want me. I’ve got too much pride for that, and I was raised better.”

  He straightened, took another step toward her. “And those are the exact same reasons I don’t walk away from a fight anymore than I let somebody stand in front of me if there’s trouble.”

  He angled his head again, rocked on his heels. “So don’t even think about getting in my way on this, Hayley, about stepping aside from something to protect me from her.”

  She cupped her elbows. “You say you won’t push, but I feel pushed, so—”

  “I’ve wanted you since the first minute I saw you.”

  Her arms went limp, simply fell to her sides. “You have not.”

  “The first moment—it was like being blasted with light. Went straight through me.” With his eyes on hers, he tapped a fist on his chest. “I think I stuttered. I could hardly speak.”

  “Oh God.” She pressed a hand to her heart, hoping that would hold it in place. “That’s a lousy thing to say to me.”

  “Maybe.” His lips twitched, his eyes warmed. “I’ll just follow it up with some lousy behavior then.” He reached out, drew her against him.

  “Harper, this really isn’t something we should—” It was some move, or so she would think when she could think again. With a subtle shift, a tiny bump, they were fitted together. Angle to angle, line to line so that every inch of her body felt the jolt.

  “Oh,” she murmured. “Uh-oh.”

  A smile flickered at the corners of his mouth, then that mouth was on hers. Hot and warm and sweet, like liquid sugar. The kiss was a slow, irresistible seduction, a drugging of the senses, as his hands cruised over her, a light and lazy touch. A touch, she thought mistily, of a man confident enough to take his time—sure enough that he had plenty of it.

  And his lips rubbed silkily over hers until she’d have sworn she felt her own shimmer.

  It was like being gradually, skillfully, thoroughly melted, body and will, heart and mind, until what choice was there really, but surrender?

  She moaned
for him, that soft, helplessly pleasured sound. And she yielded, degree by erotic degree, until the fingers that had gripped his shoulders went lax.

  When he eased back, her eyes were blurred, her lips parted.

  “Hayley?”

  “Mmm.”

  “That’s not the response of a woman who isn’t interested.”

  She managed to get her hand on his shoulder again, but it wasn’t much of a push. “That wasn’t really fair.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because . . . that mouth.” She couldn’t stop her gaze from dropping down to it. “You should need a license to kiss that way.”

  “Who says I haven’t got one?”

  “Well, in that case. Do it again, would you?”

  “Was planning on it.”

  It was the same rush with the wind spewing in through the door, and his mouth lighting small, sparkling fires inside her. Little tongues of heat, she thought, that were going to lick their way through her until she simply dissolved.

  “Harper.” She said it with the kiss, shuddering at the sensation of their lips moving together.

  “Hmm?”

  “We really have to stop this.” She couldn’t resist nipping that sexy bottom lip of his, just a little. “Sometime.”

  “Later is good. Let’s say next week.”

  She had to laugh, but it came out shaky, then ended on a gasp as his mouth slid from hers to find some magic point just under her ear.

  “That’s good, that’s . . . exceptional. But I really think we need to wait, just a . . . Oh.” She let her head fall back as his cruising mouth found yet another magical spot. “That’s so . . .”

  She turned her head to give him better access, and her heavy eyes blinked clear. Widened. “Harper.”

  When she jerked in his arms, he just shifted his grip. “What? It’s not next week yet.”

  “Harper. Oh God, stop. Look.”

  Amelia stood in the doorway, the storm raging at her back. Behind her, through her, Hayley could see trees whipping in the wind and the bruised fists of clouds that smothered the sky.

  Her hair was matted and wild, her white gown streaked with mud that dripped, it seemed to drip, into a filthy pool over her bare and bloodied feet. She carried a long, curved blade in one hand, a rope in the other. And her face was a mask of bitter rage.

  “You see her, don’t you? You see her.” Hayley shuddered now from fear and cold.

  “Yeah, I see her.” In one easy move, he changed his stance so Hayley was behind him. “You’re going to have to get over it,” he said to Amelia. “You’re dead. We’re not.”

  The force of the blow lifted him off his feet, shot him back five feet to slam against the wall. He tasted blood in his mouth even as he shoved clear again.

  “Stop! Stop!” Hayley shouted. Force of will and fear had her pushing against the freezing wind toward Harper. “He’s your great-great-grandbaby. He comes out of you. You sang to him when he was a boy. You can’t hurt him now.”

  She started forward, with no clear idea what she would do if she reached Amelia. Before Harper could yank her back, a gust of wind knocked her off her feet and sent her sprawling. She thought she heard someone scream, in rage or grief. Then there was nothing but the sound of the storm.

  “Are you crazy?” Harper dropped down beside her to prop her up.

  “No, are you? You’re the one whose mouth’s bleeding.”

  He swiped the side of his hand over it. “You hurt?”

  “No. She’s gone. At least she’s gone. Christ, Harper, she had a knife.”

  “Sickle. And yeah, that’s a new one.”

  “It can’t be real, right? I mean, she’s not corporeal, so the rest of it isn’t real either. She couldn’t slice us up with it. You think?”

  “No.” But he wondered if she could make you imagine you were cut, or do yourself some kind of harm defending yourself.

  She stayed on the floor, getting her breath back, leaning on him as she stared through the open doors. “When I first came here, when I was pregnant, she’d come to my room sometimes. It was a little spooky, sure, but there was something comforting, too. The way it seemed she was just looking in on me, seeing if I was okay. And this sense I got, this wistfulness, from her. And now she’s—”

  She was on her feet and running the instant she heard the singing come through the baby monitor.

  She was fast; Harper was faster and got to Lily’s door two strides ahead of her. Quick enough to throw out an arm and block her. “It’s okay, it’s all right. Let’s not wake her up.”

  Lily slept in the crib, curled under her blanket with her stuffed dog. In the rocking chair, Amelia sang. She wore her gray dress, her hair in neat coils, and her face was calm and quiet.

  “It’s so cold.”

  “It’s not bothering the baby. It never bothered me as a kid. I don’t know why.”

  In her chair, Amelia turned her head to look over. There was sorrow on her face, grief, and, Hayley thought, regret. She continued to sing, low and sweet, but her gaze was on Harper now.

  When the song was done, she faded away.

  “She was singing to you,” Hayley told him. “Some part of her remembers, some part of her knows, and she’s sorry. What must it be like, to be insane for a hundred years?”

  Together, they crossed to the crib where Hayley fussed with the blanket.

  “She’s okay, Hayley. Lily’s just fine. Come on.”

  “Sometimes I don’t know if I can take it, this roller-coaster ride through the haunted house.” She pushed at her hair as they walked back to Hayley’s bedroom. “One minute she’s knocking us around, and the next, she’s singing lullabies.”

  “Dead lunatic,” he pointed out. “Still, maybe it’s a way of telling us she might come after you or me, but she won’t hurt Lily.”

  “What if I do? What if she does what she did at the pond, and makes me hurt Lily, or someone else?”

  “You won’t let that happen. Sit down a minute. You want something? Water or something?”

  “No.”

  He eased her down so they sat on the side of the bed. “She never hurt anybody in this house. Maybe she wanted to. Maybe she even tried, but she never did.” He took her hand, and because it still felt chilled, rubbed it between both of his. “That’s one thing that would’ve gotten passed down. A crazy woman attacking a Harper, or even a servant. It would’ve been reported, and she’d have been taken away, put in jail or an asylum.”

  “Maybe. What about the sickle, and the rope? That says: I’m gonna tie somebody up and slice them to ribbons.”

  “Nobody ever got sliced to ribbons in Harper House.” He rose to move over and close her terrace doors.

  “That you know about.”

  “Okay, that I know about.” He sat again. “We’ll pass this on to Mitch. He can look into police records maybe. It’s an avenue.”

  “You’ve got this calm surface,” she said after a moment. “It’s deceptive, seeing as there are all these little hot pockets under it. Shows me I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.”

  “Back at you.”

  She sighed, looked down at her hands as they sat on the side of her bed together. “I can’t just sleep with you. I thought I could—at first. Then I thought, I can’t go jumping on that. I do and he’s going to get hurt. She’s going to hurt him.” She looked up. “You were right about that.”

  He only smiled. “Duh.”

  She gave his arm a swat. “Think you’re so clever and smart.”

  “Only because I am. You can ask my mama, when she’s in a good mood.”

  “You’re easy to be around, except when you’re not.” She studied him, trying to take in all the new things she was learning. “I like that, I guess, finding all those under-the-surface pockets. And God knows you’re nice to look at.”

  “How big a fall are you building me up for?”

  “It’s not—” She shook her head, rose to wander the room. “I’ve got all these
feelings stored up, and all these needs. It’d be so easy to set them loose on you.”

  “I don’t recall putting up a fight.”

  “I didn’t know you looked at me, not that way. Knowing you did, you do, just adds to everything. I’ve never been kissed like that in my life, and I’ve been kissed pretty good now and then. If she hadn’t come in here when she did, it’s likely we’d be in bed right now, going where that kiss was leading.”

  “That’s no way to make me feel fonder of my great-great-grandmother.”

  “I’m not feeling so fond of her myself. But it gave me time to think instead of just want.” Ordering herself to be sensible, for both of them, she sat on the arm of a chair. “I’m not shy about sex, and I think if you and I were somewhere else, in some other sort of situation, we could be lovers without all these extra complications.”

  “Why do people always think being lovers shouldn’t be complicated?”

  She frowned, then shook her head. “Well, that’s a question. A good one. I don’t know.”

  “Seems to me,” he began, crossing to her. “That there are flings, and that’s uncomplicated by design. Nothing wrong with it. But being lovers, going into it thinking about more than a night or two, that should have weight. You’ve got weight, you’ve got some complications.”

  “You’re right, I can’t say you’re not. But there’s a lot to consider before we take a step like this. I think we need to be sure it’s the right thing for both of us before we take that step. There are things we don’t know about each other, and maybe we should.”

  “How about dinner?”

  She stared up at him. “You’re hungry?”

  “Not now, Hayley. I’m asking you for a date. Have dinner with me. We’ll go into the city, have a meal, listen to some music.”

  Her shoulders relaxed and the tight coil in her belly loosened. “That’d be good.”

  “Tomorrow?” he said as he drew her to her feet.

  “If your mama or Stella can mind Lily, tomorrow’s fine. Ah, we’ll need to tell them about what happened. About Amelia.”

  “In the morning.”

  “It’s a little awkward, explaining how you were in here, and what we were doing when—”