Games of Zeus 02- Silent Echoes (17 page)

“I’m
not
going to the hospital.”

“I’ll be right back.” Dave stood and departed.

“So, Taylor—” Joyce took Taylor’s hand and with the other motioned behind her.

Shooing Ian away?
Taylor checked over her shoulder.

“You’ll be … okay?” Ian pointed behind him. “I’ll just go check on Missy.”

Taylor nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.” She adjusted back to Joyce.

“I caught you off guard, I think, yes? But, given what you can do, maybe not?”

Taylor nodded. “A little. I’m not used to people—” She didn’t want to say, ‘knowing I can control the air,’ because, with few exceptions, no one knew.

Joyce’s lips curved. “I understand. We, in my profession, maintain confidences as well. And, I’ve been wrong before, so I try not to push.” She crisscrossed her legs underneath her. “Can you manipulate anything else other than air? Create fire? Move the earth? Bend water?”

Taylor shook her head. “Only the air.”

“Fascinating.”

Not always.
“Why?”

Joyce’s lips curved in a giant smile. “When I touched your hand, I sensed three lives before this one. The latest is the closest to you. She needs to talk to you … to … communicate as she’s in pain. Those before her are silent but echo through your soul along with traces of other gifts.”

Taylor glanced down at her hands, the conduit to her gift, and one she used only in emergencies. The previous lives claim, though, that interested her more. “Um …
how
can you … feel those lives?”

“Most of us have no recollection and never even engage with what or who we once were. But … just like an alcoholic is never cured, or a smoker can still have a craving after twenty years of not touching a cigarette, we may be able to feel, breath, taste and touch part of our past whether we interact with it on a daily basis or not.”

A zing of pain shot up Taylor’s arm. “What am I supposed to do?”

“You have a gift for a reason. You’re going to need it. I don’t know how. I don’t know when. But you will. It’s why you have it. Listen to the echoes. Really listen to them and maybe, just maybe, she’ll speak to you.”

The clomp of rubber-soled feet signaled Dave’s return with his satchel.

Joyce rose. “Missy has my number if you have any questions.”

Taylor reached out again. “But your hou—”

“The house clearly wanted to be left alone, Taylor.” Joyce took Taylor’s hand and patted the top. “We aren’t here to be masters of our domain, but to let what lives and breathes around us control small bits of that.” She knelt at Taylor’s side again. “This one said goodbye—in permanence.”

“But—” Taylor cringed as Dave rubbed smelly, stingy cleaner on the massive scratch, his deft hands making their way around her arm.

“No buts. We aren’t the only ones that live in this world, that breathe and share in what the earth gives us. What we see with our eyes is only one part of what our brains comprehend. I hired Missy because of her reputation for listening to the unsaid sounds, seeing what isn’t on the surface. She’s told me numerous times that this house wasn’t talking. Its soul had already dispersed. I didn’t believe her. Now, I do.” She left Taylor with the medic.

“That’s one big mess, isn’t it?” Dave nodded toward the house.

“Yeah.”

“Crazy how stuff happens like that.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

17

“Why in the hell aren’t you over there with her?” Missy punched Ian’s arm for the third time with the same question, though her hands shook as she returned them across her chest.

Ian recognized the nerves, despite the bravado in her tone. “Because brat-face, I came to check on you.” Joyce walked toward them, sidestepped onto the grass and joined Randy with the fire crew. “She doesn’t even seem fazed by this.”

“You haven’t called me that since I was ten … you know.”

“Called you what?” Ian kept Joyce and Randy in his peripheral vision, watching as she went into his arms and his came around her.

“You’re so in love with her you can’t think straight.”

Ian couldn’t hide the flinch. “Say what?”

“Get your ass over there. I don’t care if she beats you to a pulp. You owe her. I owe her. I mean, she saved my life, for God’s sake!”

Yeah, she did.

What Taylor had done etched into Ian’s mind, yet it didn’t surprise him. He’d expected it but didn’t know why. His best friend and wife both had talents no purebred humans would ever have. Why couldn’t some blonde chick from the backwoods of North Carolina have one, too?

How could I not have known?

“Ian?” Missy’s voice broke him from his thoughts. “Aren’t you going to go to her?”

Ian held up a hand. “Gimme a sec.” With a hand in the air, he wagged a finger, giving up on the coddle-Tripp’s-sister idea. “How in fuck’s name do I owe her? She saved your life, not mine.”

Her lips curved. “Yes, I know. I saw what she did, Ian. I was a party to hovering over the floor for a millisecond. And I will be forever grateful. The fact that these kinds of talents exist—I just—wow.” Her eyes grew larger for a moment before returning to normal. “Unlike Joyce, who probably thought it was a normal activity given what she is,
I’m
not going to forget it.”

Ian raised an eyebrow.

“Ever. I’m never, ever, ever going to forget falling like that and landing like I had a bunch of pillows waiting for me.” Missy held out her hands. Both shook. “See? I’m still freaking out. But I’ll be fine.” Those hands moved back to her chest. “We Fox girls are tough shit, Ian, but I’m going straight home and taking a hot bath so I can get my mind off what happened today. Her though? You’ve got her here, away from family, away from people she can talk to—since you seem as surprised as me about this—so I’m guessing, this revelation is not one the world knows.”

Missy’s shove did little to him given her small stature, but he took notice and marched toward Taylor. Ian’s cell buzzed before he’d gotten halfway. Since the medic continued to wrap her arm, he withdrew the phone from his pocket.

Michael’s name showed up on screen, and Ian hit connect.

“Tell me you’ve got something interesting and useful.”
And give me something to get this situation out of my mind.

“No.” A serious, wary undertone put Ian on edge.

“What’s wrong?”

“Grams fell bowling—”

“They took her bowling? With slick floors? She’s ninety-six, for God’s sake!”

“No, Ian. She was playing it on a game console.” He offered a slight chuckle. “They say she’s fine, but … I gotta go up there and see her.”

“Of course, of course.” He nodded to himself. “Can you get to Stewart in two hours?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll meet you there. We’ll fly up together.”

“Mom and Dad are already on their way. Thanks, bro,” Michael said before he clicked off.

Ian finished the distance to Taylor without hesitation, held out a hand and brought her to her feet. At her turn, Taylor’s gaze connected straight with Ian’s, and his heart lurched.

He’d have to leave her, couldn’t risk taking her to New York since she ought to still be in North Carolina.

Her head adjusted to a slight incline. “You look like you saw a ghost.” One hand held tight to the bandage on her arm. “Or a woman who can move air. I’ll totally understand if you want ru—”

“I need to go to New York. Right now. Might be gone a few days.” Ian’s chest tightened as he said it—a pull on muscles he’d only ever attributed to playing sports too hard. A rub up his ribcage did little to ease it. “Why don’t I get the plane, have it take me up to New York, and you can head back down to—”

“I’ll go with you.” She reached but withdrew her hand as her eyes glossed with what he expected to be pain.

“That’s not a good idea. Your bail was for in-state residency only. And, I’m not Tripp, so I can’t make you disappear fast if we’re about to get caught.”

Her lips trembled, inciting a wave of emotion through Ian.

“Hey.” He pulled her close.
Screw the law.
“Come with me. If I need to stay, I’ll send you back.”

“I don’t want to be alone right now.” She nodded against him but disentangled herself and ran her hand along her bandage.

“You might not like meeting my family this early on in a relationship.”

Taylor tilted up to Ian. “Are they psychopaths?”

“No.”

“Cops?”

Ian snorted a laugh. “No. My mother will smother you. My father will want to take your temperature and monitor your blood pressure—”

“That’s right. He’s a doctor. I need one.” Taylor pointed to her arm. “They’re the perfect people.”

“You have no idea,” Ian said.

• • •

Eyes closed, Taylor took in the fragrance of Ian’s aftershave and, for the second time in one day, tried not to think about the thousands of feet of empty space between airplane and earth. She leaned back against the chair, thinking through the events of the day.

“Taylor?”

“Yeah?”

He linked his fingers with hers. “What you can do with your …”

“Gift? I’ve always thought of it like that.” She tightened her hold on his hand, needing the connection—the touch. “What do you want to know exactly?”

“Can you fly?”

A chuckle escaped. “No.”

“Well, that was the obvious question,” he said.

“Of course.”

“So if this plane heads south, we’re still goners?”

Thank you for the mental picture I was trying to avoid.
“You don’t have a parachute or two on board this tin can contraption?” She kept her eyes closed and her head on Ian’s shoulder but bounced with a small laugh.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

She gave him a small shrug. “I can move stuff. I can sorta
hold
incredibly heavy weights. I can levitate things. I can push and pull. I can’t fly, though. I can’t make me do stuff, just affect stuff around me. And, it always ends like you saw at the house. The more time I use it, the more mental effort it takes—the faster I crash.”

“So … no Superwoman costumes as a kid?

Taylor giggled. “When I was little, I wanted to fly so bad I’d crawl out my window, climb on the roof of the porch and prepare to jump. No sooner than my arms were outstretched, Mama would be standing on the sidewalk, her hands on her hips. She didn’t have to say a thing. I’d just crawl back in.”

“So, she knew what you could do?”

“No, no. She thought I was spirited. Works to my advantage with my current profession. She still thinks, someday, my fascination with power tools will fade, and I’ll become the demure southern woman she is.”

“Does she know what you can do now?”

“Oh, no. I’ve been smart enough to keep that under wraps. Only a few people know … you and Tripp, for example.”

“Tripp?”

Taylor nodded. “One of the guys on the renovation job mis-positioned a ladder. It headed backward, and I pushed it up. Tripp happened to be there when I did it.”

“And, he told you he saw?”

She shook her head. “I could just tell.”

“And Riley?”

Taylor opened her eyes and pushed away from the seat’s back, leaning toward Ian. “Yes. You’re awfully curious.”

“It’s my job to ask a lot of questions. It’s what I do. Tripp’s the one with a …”

“Gift? Is whatever he can do related to what he’s doing for me without telling me exactly what he can do?”

Ian waved a hand through the air as if to agree without agreeing.

“You can’t say. I wouldn’t have either if—”

“You hadn’t kept three people from splatting along the floor and probably busting through the boards and down into the crawlspace.”

“Slab. It was built on a slab.”

“Well, then,” he said. “Ouch.”

“That’s what I thought, too. You’re learning an awful lot about me, but what about you?”

“I’m an open book.” Ian’s lips curved.

Taylor burst out a laugh. “You’re better fortified than Fort Knox.”

Ian adjusted until his face came within an inch of Taylor’s. “Give me your best shot.”

She dipped her gaze toward his lips. “College?”

“Boston.”

Taylor’s brow rose. “Name of the last woman you dated.”

“Dated?” His tone carried a distinct hint of sarcasm.

She gave him her best smirk.

“Let’s just say she was a dancer at a club in the Keys. We were on a job. She was there. And, this was all before Tripp met Lexi.”

“Favorite color?”

Ian laughed and pushed closer. “Blue.” He didn’t shift his focus.

“That’s not fair.” The huskiness in her own voice suggested Ian’s answer affected more than her mind. A bump and the flip-flop of her stomach suggested the plane descended.

“One more before we land.”

“Do you really think—I mean, do you really believe we could have a past life … together?”

He said nothing for a moment. His hand slid behind her neck and he pulled her in for a sweet kiss. “Do you?”

• • •

Three hours after the house collapsed, Taylor and Ian landed and taxied to an area reserved for private planes. She hadn’t answered him; he figured because she harbored a measure of disbelief herself. He did. Rather than dwell on it, Ian refocused himself on getting to Grams.

Michael joined them in the cabin moments after the plane parked. “Wow. You guys look like shit. Been digging in the dirt?”

Ian would have grabbed Michael into a long, extended head lock if they didn’t need to continue on their journey sooner rather than later.

“Don’t know if you remember me or not, but I’m Michael.” He extended a hand toward Taylor.

She took it, shaking her head. “Taylor Marsh. Have we met?”

Their pilot closed the outer door. Lights illuminated in the cabin, and seconds later, the engine whirled.

“Yeah. At Lexi and Tripp’s wedding. Why are you two covered in dust? Been out scavenging more bones? The one Tripp sent wasn’t enough?” Michael secured himself in the seat opposite Taylor and Ian.

“A house fell on us,” Ian said.

“Dude. You got quite the life.”

“Folks …” Their pilot came over the small intercom. “We’re set to take off. Be in Rochester in about forty-five minutes.”