Page 65 of Chasing Dreams
“I don’t like holding it.”
“Really?” She looked at the book like he’d given her a whole new perspective, then gave him a wide-eyed stare. “Are there impressions stored in it?”
“Hundreds.”
“But you’ve got the switch turned off, right?” He didn’t say anything, and she went on. “That switch isn’t a hundred percent effective, is it? That’s why you’re careful not to touch things.”
“It works most of the time. But every so often something slips past the barrier.”
She returned the book to its place and appeared thoughtful. “I truly understand why you needed to make a place for yourself away from all this. I enjoy my antiques, and I like to imagine who owned them, but if I really knew their histories, I’d probably feel differently.”
Her words meant more than she knew. He’d often considered himself strange, and hadn’t shared anything personal with anyone since the girl he’d foolishly trusted in college. It was hell going through life not trusting anyone. Not being able to share the real him. Never getting close enough to form any kind of attachment.
He’d thought he was resigned to that life. And he had been. Until Shaine.
She snuggled down beneath the covers, and he turned to study her features. She appeared thoughtful. He could lose himself in her eloquent eyes. He ran a finger across the alabaster skin of her cheek.
“What are we really doing here?” she asked a little later.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s been a year since those people took Jack and left the car near here. No one will remember anything.”
“Probably not, but there’s still the evidence.”
“What kind of evidence?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find that out tomorrow.”
“I should check with Maya.”
“Oh, and use technology?”
She arched a brow. “Okay. We’ll make our calls in the morning.”
“Your rooms are nicer,” he said.
Her eyes widened. “Mine don’t have TVs, either.”
“It’s just the thought that went into planning them. They’re more...welcoming.”
“Well... thanks.”
“A racket, when you think about it.”
“What’s that?” Her eyes were closed now.
“You guys don’t have to pay for flat screens or satellite, but you charge more than the nicer motels.”
She rolled her eyes. “Atmosphere is worth something.”
He had to get out of bed to turn off the fake gas lamp on the wall. “Right.”
“Well, it is. These rooms and all this furniture have a history.”
“Tell me about it.”
“They make you uncomfortable?”
