Circle of Fire (12 page)

His eyes were vivid and powerful. The same color as her husband’s, and yet so different. Brian’s eyes had been cold and calculating, his gaze that of a man who liked to control. The blue of Jon’s eyes was warm and inviting, even if the man himself appeared somewhat remote.

“You’re right,” he said, his voice lacking the hint of warmth it had held a moment earlier. “I have no right to try to protect you. A partnership, then. Together we’ll track the bad guys and find the kids.” He hesitated, then shrugged. “But that’s all I’m offering, Maddie.”

She saw the warning deep within his eyes.
Don’t
expect anything more than tolerance
, it said.
Don’t expect anything more than friendship
. Not that he’d actually
offered
anything more than friendship. And it wasn’t as if
she
wanted anything more. “Fine,” she replied stiffly, and tore her hand from his. “Are we going to start looking at cabins today?”

He nodded and patted his coat pocket. “I brought a detailed map of the area. We’ll start looking at the old logging huts first and hope we get lucky.”

The cabin in her dream had been old and made of wood. It took a long leap of faith to say it was a logger’s hut, but they had to start somewhere.

“What about the police?”

“I’m hoping they’re watching your truck, not mine.” He tossed his keys in his hands, then gave her a somewhat grim smile. “Go out the back way. You’ll find a small alley. Follow it. I’ll meet you at the third cross street.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Is that really necessary?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea if they’re watching your truck, but we can’t afford to have them tailing us. If I’m followed, I’ll dump my truck and get rid of them before I come back for you.”

“Just make sure that you do come back.” She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and glared at him.

He returned her gaze evenly, giving nothing away. “A partnership won’t work without trust.”

Yeah, right
. But he didn’t really need her, did he? She nodded and spun away, heading for the back of the café. His gaze warmed the middle of her shoulder blades, but she didn’t turn around.

The sun came out from behind a cloud as she pushed open the back door. She stopped and peered up at the mountains high above her.

Evan was up there somewhere. And so was the woman with the cat-green eyes. She shivered and walked toward the street.

Her brave words to Jon only moments before were nothing more than a lie. She feared death, all right. She’d seen its specter twice, now, and somehow had escaped its touch. And she’d seen it again through her visions, in the woman’s odd gaze.

Something told her that if she met death a third time, she would not be so lucky. But she had to save Evan, no matter what the cost. She owed that much to the ghosts of the past.

“A
BSOLUTELY NOTHING.
” M
ADDIE SIGHED AND SAT DOWN
on the top step of the old hut. “We’ve found ten cabins that match my description and haven’t found a sign of the kids.”

And wasted entirely too much time doing it
, Jon thought, sitting down beside her. The sun had disappeared behind the tree line, and the night’s shadows were beginning to close in around them. A chill wind had sprung up with the onset of dusk, bringing with it the smell of rain. If they didn’t leave soon, they’d get drenched.

Maddie shivered and rubbed her arms. He’d asked her several times during the day if she was warm enough, and her answer had always been yes. He had a feeling she’d freeze to death before she admitted to being cold. He took off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders, then saw the brief flash of indecision in her eyes and realized she didn’t want to be seen as a burden. Didn’t want to get in his way.

Maybe he was taking the bastard act too far if she thought that simply borrowing a coat would anger him in some way. “Keep it,” he said softly. “I’m not cold.”

She nodded her thanks and tore her gaze away from his. “I saw a couple of flashlights in the back of your truck,” she said after a moment. “I don’t mind going on.”

Her stubborn expression made him smile. She was so tired she could barely lift her feet, yet she was willing to continue. “We can’t do much more here tonight. We’d best head back to the inn. I’m tired and hungry, even if you’re not.”

A touch of relief winged through her eyes before she pulled her gaze from his again. “I guess it would be stupid to stumble around in the dark. We could so easily miss the kids.”

A wildcat snarled in the distance, and magic whispered across his skin. That was no ordinary cat out hunting an evening meal. It was a shapeshifter, hunting
them
.

He rose to his feet and offered Maddie his hand. She hesitated, then accepted his help, her fingers cold and stiff against his.

“But are you sure about the inn?” she said, studying the dark tree line intently. “The fact that someone tried to kill you right after you checked in suggests the inn is at the heart of the disappearances. Should we risk going back?”

“I think we have to. Someone at the inn obviously
does
suspect I’m here to find the kids. It might be Hank; it might not. But I’m hoping that my sudden reappearance might force them into action and give us a lead.”

Her gaze flicked past his and settled on some point over his right shoulder. “What if that action is trying to kill you again?”

He frowned. She was looking at anything and everything but him, and it was beginning to annoy the hell out of him. He might have warned her not to get involved, but he’d never said anything about not looking at him. He liked looking into her eyes, damn it. Liked watching the flow of emotions through their amber depths.

“They won’t attempt it with an inn full of guests.” Or at least, he
hoped
they wouldn’t.

A gold-red curl had broken loose from her ponytail and flipped across her face. He reached out and tucked it behind her ear, allowing his fingers to trail lightly against her cheek. It was like touching satin.

Her gaze jumped to his, and he saw a flash of fear in her eyes. Not fear of him; fear of herself. He wondered why.

“Don’t,” she said softly.

He took a deep breath, then stepped away. But distance didn’t dampen his sudden desire to touch her. To hold her.

“We should get going,” he said, more abruptly than he’d intended. “I can smell snow in the air.”

She nodded and swung his jacket off her shoulders. He half expected her to hand it back, but she slipped it on instead.

“Lead on, then,” she said.

He smiled and led the way back to the truck.

T
HE INN FELT LIKE A FURNACE AFTER THE CHILL OF THE
night. Maddie quickly stripped off the two coats and handed Jon’s back with a smile of thanks.

“Ah, Miss Smith. So good to see you again.”

She jerked around at the sound of Hank’s voice. He was leaning casually against the banister, his smile warm and lazy. Yet there was nothing casual in the way he watched them.

Maddie swallowed uneasily. “Good evening, Mr. Stewart.”

“Please, call me Hank.” He pushed away from the banister and moved across to the desk. “And I’m afraid there’s been a terrible mix-up in the room bookings. We presumed Mr. Barnett had left and gave you his room.”

“Really?” She couldn’t think of anything else to say without giving away the fact that she knew
why
there’d been a mix-up.

Jon’s shoulder brushed against hers as he stepped slightly in front of her. It was an oddly protective gesture that warmed the pit of her stomach. His fingers touched hers, and she clasped his hand.

“How unfortunate,” Jon said. He squeezed her fingers gently, his touch warm and reassuring.

Hank’s gaze narrowed slightly. “I’m afraid the inn is fully booked, but we’re willing to arrange other accommodations for you, Mr. Barnett. At the inn’s expense, of course.”

She wondered if the other accommodations would include another nice, damp well.

“Of course.” Jon’s tone was dry. “But I don’t mind bunking down in Maddie’s room for the night. We have a lot to catch up on.”

His lazy grin left little doubt of what they’d be catching up on.

Maddie tried to ignore the heat creeping into her face. Hank had to believe that she and Jon were old
lovers catching up, or things could get dangerous. “We certainly do,” she agreed softly.

Hank frowned, and a hint of confusion flickered through his eyes. “Well, then. If it’s okay with Miss Smith, we certainly have no objections.”

She met Hank’s dark gaze. There was no way on earth she’d take a room by herself with him around, anyway. There was something in his eyes that made her feel ill—a hint of depravity and menace, and something else she just couldn’t name.

“Good,” she said levelly. Though she wasn’t entirely sure spending several nights alone with Jon was a much better option. In some ways, it certainly wasn’t any safer.

“Oh, and my luggage?” Jon added. “I gather it’s been stored, so if you could have it delivered, I’d appreciate it.”

“Sure.” Hank gave them a smile she didn’t trust. “It’s something of a tradition at the inn to invite all our guests for Sunday dinner. Would you care to join us?”

She opened her mouth to say no, but stopped when Jon squeezed her fingers again. She frowned up at him. How did the man know what she was about to say before she said it?

“I think we can spare an hour or so,” he said, then gave her a quick smile that was intimate and intense. Her heart skipped several beats, even though she knew it was all an act for Hank’s sake.

“We’ve had quite a busy day,” he continued, his tone suggesting they’d done more than merely walk around. “I, for one, am famished.”

Hank raised an eyebrow. It was hard to see whether
he believed their act or not. “Well then, please join us. The rest of our guests will be present, so it’ll be a good opportunity for everyone to meet.”

She could think of nothing worse than a room full of strangers. Especially if Hank was going to be one of them.

“Thanks.” Jon raised her hand to his lips, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Shall we go get ready, my dear?” he said, and lightly kissed her fingers.

Heat shivered through her soul and she glared at him. This wasn’t a game she wanted to play. It was far too dangerous to flirt with a man like Jon. Flirting could lead to caring, and that was something he’d already warned her against.

Still, for Hank to believe they’d once been lovers, she had to do more than simply stand there like a fool.

“Been ready for a while,” she said softly and arched forward, brushing a kiss across his lips.

Lips that were soft and warm and so inviting that she didn’t want to leave.

But it was only a game, and Hank was watching.

She pulled away. Jon touched her cheek, the amusement in his eyes suddenly replaced by a warmth that made her breath catch in her throat.
Damn
, she thought.
I should have learned by now that it’s dangerous to play with fire
.

She cleared her throat and quickly turned, heading for the stairs.

When they’d reached the safety of their room, she turned around to confront him. And made sure she kept a good deal of distance between them.

“Why on earth did you accept his dinner invitation?”

Jon threw his jacket over the back of the sofa before sitting down. “We need answers, and we’re not going to find them hiding in our room. Besides, unless all the other guests are in on it too, there’ll be no place safer and more public.”

She leaned back against the table and rubbed her arms. The room was cold, which was no surprise given that the fire was little more than ashes. “Still, how is going to dinner with strangers going to help us?”

He studied her for a moment, then rose and walked across to the fire. “Because I’m betting one of the guests will be the woman Hank met in the café.”

He threw several small logs on the fire and stabbed the coals with the poker. In the firelight, flickers of gold appeared to run through his hair as it dropped across his eyes.

Maddie crossed her arms and stayed where she was. Cold or not, she didn’t want Jon to think her brief flirtation was anything more than a game staged for Hank’s benefit. She didn’t want him to think she would be willing to continue once they were alone. Especially when she could still taste him on her lips.

“What will you do if she is there?”

He glanced up at her. “I will apply my many charms and see what happens.”

She raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You’re going to flirt with her? After the show we just put on?”

“Basically, yes.” He studied her for a moment. “I’m not sure that Hank bought the act anyway, and Eleanor is the key to this whole situation. Besides, maybe
he’ll think I’m after nothing more than another conquest.”

Another conquest
. Somehow the words seemed to roll so easily off his tongue. Was that how he lived his life, seeing women as nothing more than prizes to be won? Then she frowned. “Who is Eleanor?”

“Eleanor Dumaresq. Blond hair, dark eyes. She was more than likely at the café with Hank.”