Stealing Shadows (42 page)

"So if I should need a little special insight in any future investigation – "

"Try tea leaves. Or a crystal ball."

"Anything but you?"

"That's the idea."

"Umm. But you are sticking around, right?"

"Yes," Ben said. "She is."

Bossy.

Never.

"Glad to hear it," Matt said seriously. He eyed them a moment, then added, "I think it's time I was leaving."

"We wouldn't want to rush you," Ben said mildly.

Matt grinned. "Okay, I'm going. But before you lock the door behind me, I should warn you that Bishop said he'd probably stop by sometime today to say good-bye."

Ben waited until his friend said his own good-byes and left to tell Cassie, "Good-bye, hell. Bishop will be very lucky if I don't deck him."

"He told you that you could get me back," Cassie reminded him, smiling.

"Yeah, but the bastard left me to figure out how by myself. If he'd told me, and right from the beginning, you wouldn't have spent a week in a coma and I wouldn't have nearly gone out of my mind worrying about you."

Cassie looked thoughtful. "Maybe we both needed that time. Me to… drift in limbo, where there was nothing to do but think about things, and you to find the willingness to open yourself up and reach out to me."

He lifted her hand to rub it against his cheek. "God knows why it took me so long, why I wasn't willing to admit even to myself that I loved you. The best thing that ever happened to me, and I was afraid to accept it. So afraid I almost lost you."

"You didn't lose me." Her voice was serene, like her smile. "Things happen for a reason, Ben. Aunt Alex knew that if I became involved in the search for a killer here, Abby would be saved – but she also knew what would happen to me, that I'd be trapped by the death of the killer and, she thought, destroyed. So she tried to avoid both fates. She warned Abby, hoping she'd be able to change her own destiny. And she left a warning for me to avoid you, hoping it would keep me safe. Her warning to me should have been delivered on time, but a fluke series of events delayed it. Which gave me the opportunity to meet you and fall in love with you – the only person who really could save me. It all had to happen just as it did."

"If you say so," Ben murmured. But the terror of nearly losing her was still strong in him, and he leaned over to kiss her because he had to.

"I can come back later," Bishop said from the doorway.

Ben made a rude noise, but Cassie sent the agent a welcoming smile. "No, come in."

"If you're here to say good-bye," Ben said.

Bishop didn't appear distressed by this eagerness to see the last of him. "I am," he said calmly.

Cassie gave Ben a look, and he relented. "Thanks for your help," he said to the agent.

"And damn me for not offering it sooner. I'll take it as read, Judge."

"It's always nice to be understood."

Giving up, Cassie said to Bishop, "So you're leaving us. Another so-called psychic to debunk?"

"No, nothing so interesting, I'm afraid. I'm called back to the office on far more mundane matters."

"Well, I would say it's been a pleasure, but we both know I'd be lying. It has been interesting though. As usual."

"For me as well." Bishop eyed Ben for a moment, then told Cassie, "Be sure and invite me to the christening. In the meantime, have a nice life."

"You too." Cassie waited until he'd nearly reached the door, then said, "Bishop?"

He turned, lifting one brow questioningly.

"Good luck. I hope you find her."

That hard, scarred face was perfectly still, perfectly enigmatic. Then he nodded, more in acknowledgment than acceptance, and left.

"Find who?" Ben asked.

Cassie smiled. "Who he's looking for."

"And that is?"

"Not my story."

Ben thought about that for a moment, then blinked. "Christening?"

"I don't know why he thinks there'll be a christening," Cassie said almost absently. "He knows I'm not religious."

"Christening?"

Cassie slid her arms around his neck as Ben leaned over her, and her laugh was soft and warm. "Well, I distinctly remember as I was coming out of the coma hearing you say you were definitely ready for a long-term commitment. As a matter of fact, you were quite fierce about it."

"Yes, but – You're sure? So soon?"

"Positive. Do you mind?"

Mydarling…

I love you, Ben.

Cassie… my Cassie… I love you so much.

It was a long time later when Ben lifted his head. "A connection that is literally of the flesh. That's what he said when you were still in the coma. I thought he meant because we were lovers, but that wasn't what he meant at all. And just now he asked to be invited to the christening. He knew. Dammit, Bishopknew. How?"

Cassie said serenely, "I suppose he must have seen it in the tea leaves, darling. Does it matter?"

With her warm gray eyes smiling up at him, her slender body in his arms, and the astonishing intimacy of her presence glowing inside him somewhere deeper than thought, Ben decided that nothing else mattered.

Nothing at all.