The Twilight Before Christmas (10 page)

A town dreams of sweet thoughts while nestled in bed,

Until nightmares of me begin to dance in their heads.

“Kate, Katie. Wake up, hon.” The soft voice beckoned Kate from layers of sleep. “You need to eat now, wake up.”

Kate opened her eyes and stretched, blinking drowsily up at her sister. “Sarah. What are you doing here?” She pushed at the heavy fall of hair tumbling around her face. She always braided her hair before she went to bed, yet it was everywhere. She turned her head and went still. Matthew Granite was sprawled in a chair beside her bed, his silver gaze trained intently on her face. Her stomach did a funny little flip.

A slow smile softened his tough features, lit his gray eyes, and stole her heart. “You’re finally awake. I was getting worried.”

“You slept in the chair?” Kate couldn’t imagine his large body finding a relaxing position in her bedroom chair.

“Well, I did want to share your bed, but I was worried about your sisters giving me the evil eye.” His smile widened into a teasing grin. “Jonas slunk out of here a couple of hours ago afraid even to drink a cup of coffee. He warned me one of you might slip an eye of newt into my coffee, so I thought it best to stay in everyone’s good graces.”

“You like coffee that much, do you? Enough to stay in our good graces?” She couldn’t stop looking at him. There was a blue-black shadow along his jaw, and his clothes were rumpled, but it didn’t make him any less attractive to her. “Just so I’m not the one slipping the eye of newt to you, why are you sleeping in my room?” She glared at Sarah rather than at Matt.

Sarah held her hands up, palm out. “We all tried to get him to leave last night, Kate, but he wouldn’t go. Granite might be his last name, but it’s also what he’s made of. No one could budge him. Jonas tried scaring him off, but that didn’t work either.”

Kate tried not to be pleased. She tried to frown at Matt, to pretend displeasure, but there was no way she could carry it off, so she gave up. He just winked at her anyway, looking sexier than ever with the dark stubble shadowing his jaw.

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed. “I hate interrupting, but you have to eat. You expended far too much energy last night. Even Joley called and was feeling drained.” She waved a hand toward the drapes, and, to Matt’s astonishment, the curtain slid open to allow the morning light to pour in. “I know you don’t feel hungry, you never do afterward, but you have to eat for all of us.”

Neither Kate nor Sarah seemed to think anything was unusual. Matt blinked several times to test his eyesight.

“How’s Hannah?” Kate sat up, thankful she was still wearing her clothes. Matt and her sisters must have removed her cape and her shoes and socks before putting her in her bed, but at least she was safely clad in her slacks and blouse. “I couldn’t believe with all of us working on her, she still had an attack. That’s the first time I can remember that our joining together failed her.”

Sarah glanced at Matt and hesitated. He raised his hands. “If you need to be alone with Kate, I’ll go on down to the kitchen and see what kind of trouble I can get into.” He stretched out his hand to Kate, resting it palm down on the bed.

“It’s just that Hannah is such a private person, Matthew.” Kate placed her hand over his. “She was embarrassed that it happened in front of you and Jonas. Especially Jonas.”

“It? You mean her asthma attack?” He turned his hand to circle hers with his fingers, knowing she was trusting him with something private. “It was an asthma attack, wasn’t it?”

“Not exactly.” Kate sighed. “I wish Jonas would let up on her a little bit.”

“She seems to be able to dish it right back to him.” Matt leaned over to brush strands of hair from her face. “I don’t quite get your relationship with Jonas, but I served with him in the Rangers. Jonas, me, and Jackson Deveau. Jonas is a good man.”

“Jackson Deveau is the deputy who scares the hell out of everyone,” Sarah informed Kate when she frowned. “You must have seen him a few times. He doesn’t ever say much, but he looks lethal. He came to Sea Haven with Jonas when he returned from the Army.”

“Jackson’s a good man too,” Matt said.

Kate hadn’t met the deputy because she hadn’t been back long, and she tended to wrap herself up in the cocoon of her own world. “I take it Jackson isn’t from here originally.”

“No, but he often came to Sea Haven on leave with us. He had no family and nowhere else to go when he left the service, so we asked him to come back with us. This town is friendly and tolerant, and Jackson needs tolerance. He’s family to us. As for Jonas, you have to understand him. I saw him go in under heavy fire to drag a wounded man out of a battle zone. He carried that man for miles on his back. And Jackson… ” He broke off, shaking his head. “I know Jonas watches over you all.”

“Like a hawk,” Sarah interjected dryly.

Matt shrugged. “Maybe it’s because he really cares about all of you.”

“Don’t worry about our relationship with Jonas,” Kate said. “We all love him dearly, even when we want to conjure up a spell to turn him into a toad.”

Matt cleared his throat, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and sat back in his chair. “Can you really do that?”

Kate exchanged a mischievous grin with Sarah. “You never know about the Drake sisters. Really, Matthew, Jonas is intertwined deeply with our family. He always seems to know when something is wrong. He’s sensitive to things not seen with the human eye.”

Sarah leaned toward Matt. “You felt it last night, didn’t you, when you were in the fog with Kate, and we joined with her? You knew something was wrong.”

Matt sighed. “I don’t know what happened last night, but I sure as hell don’t want Kate facing anything like that again.” His gray eyes smoldered with something dangerous as he looked at Kate. “I didn’t like the way the fog seemed to be attacking you.”

Sarah gasped. “What do you mean attacking her?”

“Nothing came at me,” Kate denied hastily. “Really, Sarah, it was just throwing Christmas decorations around and Matthew was actually hit a few times. I was never touched.”

Sarah looked at Matt steadily. “Why did you think it was after Kate?”

“I stepped in front of her to protect her. The wreaths were thrown, but not very hard in the beginning, yet when Katie began to talk to it, whatever it is, the Christmas wreaths were thrown much more forcefully and with greater accuracy.”

“Were you hurt?” Kate looked suddenly anxious, coming up on her knees on the bed to look at him. “Libby’s the best at healing, but Sarah… .”

“I’m fine,” Matt said, but wished he didn’t have to admit it. She looked incredibly beautiful leaning toward him with her hair tousled and her eyes enormous with concern for him.

“Kate—” Abbey stuck her head in the room—“Gina over at the preschool says something’s wrong, and she needs you. I could hear the children crying in the background. I told her you weren’t well, but she said it was an emergency. She said she needed your help. I’ll go if I absolutely have to go.”

Abbey was clearly apprehensive about going in Kate’s place. Matt looked at Sarah. “What does Kate have to do with the preschool?”

“Haven’t you noticed Kate has a gift for calming people with her voice? She’s able to bring peace to even the most distressed person or situation,” Sarah answered.

“Is that what your lives are like? People need you, and it doesn’t matter if you’re tired or not, you just go to them.”

“We were born with certain gifts, Matt,” Kate said. “We’ve always known we were meant to serve others. Yes, it isn’t always easy, and all of us have to have ways of protecting ourselves but when we can help, we have to go.”

“How do they know to call you?”

Sarah smiled. “You were older than us, Matthew, ahead of us in school, so you really weren’t around when our talents began to develop. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors, but you didn’t witness what we could do the way other people in town did. Jonas has always connected with us in some way, so it was easy enough for him to believe.”

“Kate?” Abbey prompted.

“I’ll go. Give me a few minutes to shower and have a cup of tea.”

Matt followed her to the bathroom door. “I don’t like this, Kate. You look fragile to me. I think Sarah’s right. You need to stay home.”

Sarah’s eyebrow shot up. “Did I say that?”

Kate rubbed a caress along Matt’s stubbly jaw right in front of her sisters, then closed the bathroom door on his startled expression. When he turned around, Sarah and Abbey were grinning at him. “She doesn’t listen, does she?” he asked.

“Not very well,” Sarah agreed. “Kate may be quiet about it, but she goes her own way and does what she thinks is right.”

“Do you have another bathroom so I can clean up really fast?”

Sarah grinned at him. “I even have an extra toothbrush. You’ve got that look in your eye when you look at her.”

He followed her down the hall. “What look?”

“You look at her like you can’t wait to kiss her,” Sarah said. “A toothbrush is definitely in order.”

“Does she have something against the Rangers?” Matt asked, remembering the small sigh from the night before. It had haunted him most of the night.

Sarah pushed open a door to a powder blue bathroom. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“No reason. Thanks, Sarah.” Matt didn’t want to think about that strange little sigh of Kate’s. She wasn’t the type of woman to react that way unless she had a reason. He’d ask her about it later. He hurried through his shower wanting to get back to her.

Kate was still in the bathroom when he returned to her room. He rested his palm on the door, the exact level as her head. “Come out of there, Katie, you’re beautiful enough without working at it.”

From behind the door she laughed. “How do you know? You took a terrible chance staying. You could have woken up and my mask could have slipped off in the middle of the night.”

“I didn’t go to sleep. I watched over you.”

There was a small shocked silence. Kate jerked the door open and stared up at him. “You must be exhausted. Go home and go to bed.”

“I’d rather go with you.” He reached out and pulled her to him. Her body fit perfectly against his, as if made to be there.

“Matthew.” There was hesitation in Kate’s voice.

He kissed her. He didn’t want her to voice her reservations. Kissing her was a much better and far more enjoyable idea. It was magic, if there was such a thing, and he was beginning to believe there was. He meant for it to be a brief, good morning kiss, a gentle shut-up-and-just-kiss-me kiss, but she caught fire, or he did, and they both just went up in flames. He wanted more than to kiss her, he wanted to touch her, to claim her soft body, to feel her moving beneath him, her hands clinging…

“Stop!”

Matt and Kate drew apart, their hearts racing, and blinked at each other, then looked around in surprise to see Sarah, Hannah, and Abbey in the doorway glaring at them.

“Kate,” Sarah said, taking a deep breath. “You know we’re all connected in some way. You can’t be in such close proximity to us and carry on like that. We’re all in overdrive, thank you very much.”

Unrepentant, Matt grinned at them as he pulled Kate tight against him. “Sorry about that. We’re off to see some preschoolers.” Kate hid her face in his shoulder, trying not to laugh. He did the gentlemanly thing and got her out of there quickly, waving at Damon, Sarah’s fiancé, as they hurried past him.

“The man should thank us,” he whispered, and pretended to wince when Kate smacked his arm.

Kate stared out the window of the Mustang at the white-capped ocean as they drove along the highway toward the exit to the street where the preschool was located. “The fogbank is very thick out over the ocean,” she said, a note of apprehension in her voice. “See how dark it is, more gray than white, and it seems to be churning.” She turned her gaze on Matt. “I should have been more careful. Somewhere in the diaries there has to be something about this strange phenomenon.”

“What diaries? You’ve mentioned the diaries before. How can they help?”

“My family keeps a history, books handed down generation to generation. Somewhere this event had to be recorded. The problem is, all of us were supposed to learn the earlier languages used, but we gave it a halfhearted attempt. All of us know a little, but Elle really can read it. We have to decipher the books.”

Matt turned the car onto the exit. “You think this thing is coming back.”

“I know it is. Can’t you feel it on the wind?”

He could only feel how close he was to her. How just out of his reach she always seemed to be. Matt parked the car in the lot at the preschool, and they sat for a moment, absorbing the unnatural silence. There were no children playing in the small yard.

Kate squared her shoulders. “Do you want to wait out here?”

For an answer, he got out of the car and went around to open her door. He wasn’t about to miss his opportunity to see more clearly what Kate’s life was all about.

Gina Farley greeted them with obvious relief as they entered. Many of the children were sobbing and sniffling as if they’d been crying a long time. Some of the children stared silently at Kate and Matt with large, frightened eyes. Others hid their faces. In the room were several adults, many of whom Matt recognized and nodded to.

There was tension and fear in the room, but Kate smiled at everyone and went directly to the children. “Hello, everyone. I’m Kate Drake.” She sat down in the circle and looked at the little ones in invitation.

Matt stood back and watched her. She looked utterly serene, a center of calm in the midst of a violent storm. Immediately the children were drawn to her, pushing and shoving to sit as close to her as they could get. She began talking to them, and a hush fell over the room so that only Kate’s magical voice could be heard, bringing a sense of peace and contentment.

“So most of you had a bad dream last night?” Kate’s smile was a starburst, radiating light and warmth. “Dreams can be very frightening. All of us have had them. Haley, would you tell us about your dream?” She asked the little girl who had been sobbing the hardest. “Dreams are like stories we make up in our imaginations. I make up stories and write them down for people to read. My stories can be very frightening sometimes. Was your dream scary, Haley?”