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“Does he know about Nathan?”
She shook her head frantically.
“Okay. That’s good. I’ve spoken with Nathan, and he wants you to stay put. Wait for him.”
She blinked at him. He looked normal. Sane. “Are you fucking nuts?”
He started to laugh, but at her murderous expression, silenced it.
“Will, I can’t just go off with Nathan, whoever he is. I don’t know him. I don’t want him in my life!” As she yelled this last, she broke, knowing it a severe blasphemy. She fell to the bedside in fresh sobs.
Will sat beside her, stroking the back of her hand, her shoulder, wiping the damp hair from her eyes, and whispering. When she had finally quieted to the occasional hiccup, he said, “You didn’t mean that.”
“No.”
“And you do know him, Lillian. Look closely and you’ll know the truth.”
“But Will, I’ve been with John for over sixty years. I can’t just put him aside.”
Shock washed across Will’s boyishly handsome features. He went perfectly still.
“What is it?”
“He’s immortal? John, I mean?”
“Of course he is.”
Will hooked a finger in the collar of her sweater, pulling it down to the top of her left breast. She leapt away like he was on fire. “What the hell was that about?”
“Nothing. Nothing. Listen, Lil. I’m going to stay with you.”
She sputtered in protest, but he put a finger to her lips. “I’m going to shadow you and make sure you’re all right until I can get you to Nathan. I’m here to be your friend.”
He extracted a cell phone from his jacket pocket. “Take this. It’s how we’ll stay in touch.”
She looked at it like it was a viper waiting to strike. “You can’t be serious. How am I meant to hide it from John?”
Will shrugged. “Hide it on your person.”
She stared at him. “John touches me. You don’t think he’ll notice a mysterious cell phone in my pocket?”
His golden hazel eyes skimmed her body. “Wear it on your inner thigh.”
She leveled him with her gaze. “I said John touches me.”
Will caught her against his chest, holding her in an undemanding, brotherly fashion. “I think I see now. Is that what happened?”
A sob broke through the barrier of her control. “Yes,” she said into his shirt. He smelled of fresh laundry and a trace of sweet cigarette smoke. “He Called to me, and I was with John at the time.”
“With as in…with?”
A choked cry escaped her.
“All right, I’ll make it okay. I’ll help you sort through it. When is John returning?”
“Dinnertime. After that, we’re going to Graceland Cemetery.” Realizing she’d made a mess of Will’s shirt, she moved away. He caught her back, lifting his hands to her waving hair and dislodging the rubber band. He stroked the length gently again and again until it was free and smooth down her back.
“I’ll follow you. In the shadows, I’ll be there. I’m not going to leave you.”
