Part 40 (1/2)

”Thanks.” Morgana watched Mel's face as she lifted the baby.

”Thinking about having one of your own. Or two?”

”Actually.” Mel caught the special scent of baby and felt her knees go weak. ”I think I might-” She cast a quick look over her shoulder and saw her husband was busy teasing Jessie. ”I'm not sure yet, but I think I may have already started.”

”Oh, Mel, that's-”

”Shh.” She leaned down, using the baby for cover. ”I don't want him to know, or even suspect, or I'd never be able to stop him from looking for himself. I want to be able to tell him about this.” She grinned. ”It'll knock his socks off.”

Gently Mel laid the child in his side of the double carriage.

”Allysia's sleeping too,” Jessie pointed out, tracing a finger over the baby's cheek.

”Want to put her down with her brother?” Sebastian leaned over to help Jessie stand with the baby. ”That's the way.” He kept his hands under hers as she laid Allysia down. ”You'll be an excellent mother one day.”

”Maybe I can have twins, too.” She turned when Daisy began to bark.

”Hush,” she whispered. ”You'll wake the babies.”

But Daisy was lost in the thrill of the chase. Heading for open ground, Quigley shot through the hedges into the next yard, yowling. Delighted with the game, Daisy dashed after him.

”I'll get him, Daddy.” Making as much racket as the animals, Jessie raced after them.

”I don't think obedience school's the answer,” Boone commented, tipping back a beer. ”I'm thinking along the lines of a mental inst.i.tution.”

Panting a bit, Jessie followed the sounds of barks and hisses, across the yard, over the deck, around the side of the house. When she caught up with Daisy, she put her hands on her hips and scolded.

”You have to be friends. Ana won't like it if you keep teasing Quigley.”

Daisy simply thumped her tail on the ground and barked again. Halfway up the ladder Boone had used to climb to the roof, Quigley hissed and spat

”He doesn't like it, Daisy.” On a sigh, she squatted down to pet the dog.

”He doesn't know you're just playing and wouldn't really hurt him ever.

You made him scared.” She looked up the ladder. ”Come on, kitty. It's okay. You can come down now.”

On a feline growl, Quigley narrowed his eyes, then bounded up the ladder when Daisy responded with another flurry of barks.

”Oh, Daisy, look what you've done.” Jessie hesitated at the foot of the ladder. Her father had been very specific about her not going near it. But he hadn't known that Quigley would get so scared. And maybe he'd fall off the roof and get killed. She stepped back, thinking she would go tell her father to come. Then she heard Quigley meow.

Daisy was her responsibility, she remembered. She was supposed to feed him and watch him so he didn't get in trouble. If Quigley got hurt, it would be all her fault.

”I'm coming, kitty. Don't be scared.” With her lower lip caught between her teeth, she started up the rungs. She'd seen her father go right on up, and it hadn't looked hard at all. Just like climbing the jungle gyms at school, or up to the top of the big sliding board. ”Kitty, kitty,” she chanted, climbing higher and giggling when Quigley stuck his head over the roof. ”You silly cat, Daisy was only playing. I'll take you down, don't worry.”

She was nearly to the top when her sneakered foot missed the next rung.

”Smells wonderful,” Boone murmured, but he was sniffing at Ana's neck, not the chicken she'd piled on a platter. ”Good enough to eat.”

Nash gave him a nudge as he reached for a plate. ”If you're going to kiss her, move aside. The rest of us want dinner.”

”Fine.” Slipping his arms around a fl.u.s.tered Ana, he closed his mouth over hers in a long, lingering kiss. ”Time's almost up,” he said against her mouth. ”You could put me out of my misery now, and-”

The words shut off when he heard Jessie's scream. With his heat in his throat, he raced across the yard, shouting for her. He tore through the hedges, pounded across the gra.s.s. ”Oh, G.o.d! Oh, my G.o.d!” Every ounce of blood seemed to drain out of him when he saw her crumpled on the ground, her arm bent at an impossible angle, her face as white as linen.

”Baby!” Panicked, he fell beside her. She was too still-even his fevered mind registered that one terrifying fact. And when he reached down to pick her up, there was blood, her blood, on his hands.