Morning Light by Catherine Anderson
Loni felt oddly calm. Maybe, she decided, it was because she’d always known this would happen. Even as she’d escaped Lynwood, hoping to build a new life, a part of her had recognized the futility of it. Like Gram had said, she couldn’t run from who and what she was.
There were no reporters camped out at the gate to Clint’s ranch. Yard lights around the house and outbuildings created a nimbus of gold over the ranch proper, but the entrance to the property was cloaked in darkness. As Clint drove under the log arch, Loni breathed a sigh of relief that prompted him to look over at her.
“Don’t worry. All right? I won’t let them hound you like before. You’ll be perfectly safe here.”
On the one hand Loni didn’t want to overreact, but a part of her had lost hope. Her name had been broadcast all over the state, and it was entirely possible, given Robert Stiles’s political status, that the story had gone national. How long would it take for people in the Seattle area to recognize her name and make the connection? Not long, she was afraid, and once that connection was made, her anonymity in Crystal Falls would be obliterated.
“Quincy had a good point, you know.” Clint steered around a pothole. “Hot news today, old news tomorrow. It’ll be okay.”
“And if it’s not?”
He reached over to rub her shoulder. “If it’s not then we move to plan B.”
“What’s plan B?”
“I don’t know yet. But stop looking like a rabbit staring into the barrel of a shotgun. I’ll take care of it.”
Loni knew it wouldn’t be that simple, but she didn’t want to think about it right then. Instead she took comfort from the darkness and isolation, and she allowed herself to cling to the dream that had taken shape over the last few days, of her and Clint living happily ever after on this ranch, creating a magical compromise between his lifestyle and hers. Theater in Portland. Horseback rides into the wilderness. Getting married and starting a family. The images were seductive, and she didn’t want to turn them loose.
Maybe Quincy was right, and interest in her would die down quickly. There was no point in panicking. She could handle anything for a while, especially when the future beckoned with such promise.
Clint’s kitchen answering machine was blinking wildly when they entered the house. He glanced at her before punching the playback button. Several calls were from local reporters wanting to interview her. Apparently the media had ferreted out the fact that Loni was staying at the ranch. The first calls seemed harmless enough, but the last call was a shocker—some man from a publishing company wanting to discuss a book deal. He mentioned no specific amount of money, only that his publisher might be prepared to make a tempting offer for exclusive rights to her story.
“They know,” she said hollowly when the machine clicked off. “Crystal Falls may not be in the mainstream, but somehow they’ve already made the connection. He even mentioned Cheryl Blain by name.”
Clint leaned his hips against the counter and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, so they know. We’ll deal with it.”
“How?” Loni shivered and rubbed her arms. “You don’t know what it’s like. I’ll be like a hunk of meat being fed upon by flies.”
He dropped his hand and fixed her with a determined gaze. “Sweetheart, we’ll deal with it. I don’t know how yet. I only know I love you, and you love me. I believe with all my heart that God means for us to be together. Don’t we need to trust in that? I may not have all the answers off the top of my head, but He does, and in His own good time He’ll reveal them to us.”
He opened his arms, and Loni walked into them. As his hard, warm embrace enfolded her against him, she knew that she was exactly where she was supposed to be. “I’m gun-shy, I guess, and overreacting.”
“Very gun-shy. Listen.” He buried his face in her hair. She felt the heat of his breath feathering over her scalp. “Just listen.”
Loni did as he asked. “I don’t hear anything but the refrigerator humming and the clock ticking.”
“Exactly. You were in the center of urban sprawl up in Lynwood. That isn’t the case here. We’re thirty minutes away from Crystal Falls, the largest community in a radius of two hundred miles. It’s not a spot in the road. We’ve got a great hospital, a college, and just about everything else most towns offer, but it isn’t the big city. Maybe you couldn’t insulate yourself in Lynwood, but you can down here. There are geographical barriers around this ranch, long stretches of land separating the house from the road. Even if reporters do gather at the gate, they won’t bother you here.”
Loni pressed closer to him, wanting with every fiber of her being to believe he was right. “What if they cross the property line?”
“Trespassing,” he murmured. “They wouldn’t dare.”
Because they hadn’t eaten their meal at the hospital, both of them were hungry and worked together to fix ham and eggs. When Loni saw that the trash needed to be emptied, she pulled the plastic can from under the sink and lifted the full bag out. “Where are your outdoor trash receptacles?” she asked.
Clint took the bag from her hand. “You watch the ham. I’ll take it out.”
As Loni manned the skillet she gazed after him. When the door closed behind him, she sighed and forked a piece of meat to turn it over. He didn’t want her going outside alone. That was the truth of it. He could talk himself blue about how isolated his house was, but deep down he was afraid some crazy reporter would cross the property line.
Cheryl Blain. She had haunted Loni’s dreams for nearly two years, and now, once again, it appeared that she would haunt her daily life.
Refraining from having sex wasn’t so easy for Loni that night. Despite the barrier of pillows she was acutely aware of Clint stretched out on the bed beside her. She needed to feel his arms around her. She yearned to feel him inside of her, with an almost frantic sense of urgency. Impending doom hovered over her like a dark cloud, and she couldn’t shake it. What if…? Genuine clairvoyants fascinated people. Through no fault of her own she’d come under the microscope in an extraordinary way—not once, but twice. Robert Stiles’s death was big news, and she’d saved his son. What if interest in her didn’t wane as Quincy predicted? What if the situation escalated, and she soon found herself in as big a mess as the one she’d only recently escaped in Lynwood? A book deal. Why couldn’t people just leave her alone?
“You’re thinking so hard, I can almost hear your wheels turning,” Clint startled her by saying.
“I thought you were asleep.”
“Nope. You’re thinking so loud, you’re keeping me awake.”
Loni smiled against her pillow. “Sorry. I have a lot on my mind.”
“Me, too,” he said huskily. “The phone hasn’t rung once since we got home. I think you’re making too big a deal out of this. I know you’re wary, and with good reason, but let’s play wait-and-see. If the situation gets out of hand, we’ll figure out how to handle it together. All right?”
Loni swallowed hard. “I can’t shake the feeling that everything is going to be ruined. You and me, I mean. That I’ve foolishly allowed myself to buy into an impossible dream, and now I’ve gotten the wake-up call.”
He shoved the pillows between them toward the foot of the bed. “Come here.”
“I can’t. If I do we’ll have sex, and we’ve made a pact not to.”
“To hell with sex. I just want to hold you.”
Loni needed him to hold her, so she scooted across the mattress. When his arms came around her she sighed. “I feel better already.”
“That’s because you’re right where you belong.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “Relax. I’ll behave myself.”
She grinned against his shoulder. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“A promise.” He ran a big hand along her spine. “The Snoopy pajamas are growing on me, though. I think you’d look sexy in a gunnysack.”
She rested her hand over his heart, measuring the rhythmic thumps. “I’m afraid, Cl
“Never happen. I love you, lady. We’re in this together, and we’ll figure out a way to get through it.”
Loni wanted and needed to believe he was right, so she snuggled closer, yawned wearily, and closed her eyes. “Together,” she whispered. “I like the sound of that.”
Chapter Fifteen
In the morning Loni left Clint to shower and shave while she went downstairs for a cup of the coffee that he’d set last night to brew automatically. Cradling a hot mug in her hands, she leaned against the counter to enjoy her new favorite morning ritual. Nothing woke her up quite so pleasantly as sniffing the aromatic steam from a cup she held just under her nose. Normally she preferred tea, but since she’d come to know Clint, her tastes seemed to be changing. The rich, hard kick of strong coffee had its merits.
As she sipped the scalding-hot brew, Loni noticed that the answering machine light was blinking. Clint had played all the messages last night, and so far as she knew, the phone hadn’t rung again after they went to bed. Feeling like Pandora approaching the infamous box, Loni leaned close to study the apparatus. It was different from hers at home, but it took her only a moment to determine which button performed what function. She was also quick to notice that Clint had turned off all the ringers on the phones so they wouldn’t ring during the night.
No more calls, he’d pointed out to her. Instead of feeling miffed, Loni smiled sadly. He’d known that the constant ringing would upset her. It was difficult to feel angry with him for the deception. She had been upset, and his ploy to hold the world at bay for a few hours had allowed her to relax and get some rest.
She was awake now, though, and ready to face reality. With a trembling fingertip she pressed the playback button. The first message was from Zach.
“Hey, bro, I don’t mean to bitch like an old lady, but I just caught two dudes going through my trash cans out back. How am I supposed to handle that? Tell them they’ve got the wrong brother, or declare open season and shoot the buggers? I’m leaning real strongly toward the latter. Been a while since I got in any target practice. Might be entertaining.”
Smiling at Zach’s nonsense, Loni noted that his call had come in at a little after ten last night. As if he’d ever really shoot somebody. Although, Loni mused, firing a few rounds off into the air might go a long way toward discouraging trespassers.
The next call was a reporter. “My name’s Alex Baldini.” He rushed to list his news affiliations. “I’m trying to get in touch with Loni Kendra MacEwen. Please have her call me.” He went on to recite both his office and cell phone numbers. “I’ll make it worth her while if she contacts me first.”
Then a woman’s voice, someone named Serena from a Portland chapter of a club called Witches without Brooms. She invited Loni to speak at their annual nationwide conference in September at the City of Roses. The next caller was another reporter, followed by yet another. Each person took a different tack, but the gist of each appeal was the same. Could he or she have just a few minutes of Loni’s time? Then she wouldn’t be bothered again.
Yeah, right. Loni had learned the hard way that tossing the media a crumb only made them hungry for the whole loaf. The last message, at shortly after three in the morning, was from the man at the publishing house again, only this time he offered her a whopping two hundred thousand dollars in advance for a book deal. The sum boggled Loni’s mind.
Needing a breath of fresh air, Loni decided to take a turn around the ranch proper while she sipped her coffee. As she stepped off the veranda into the gentle lemon yellow sunlight of early day, she dragged in a deep, cleansing breath that did a lot more to clear her senses than the coffee had done so far. Off to the right were open-sided pole sheds that sheltered a number of horses. Loni walked in that direction, eager to meet a few more of Clint’s furry friends.
To her delight the outdoor stalls housed mares with new foals. Lacking an experienced eye, Loni couldn’t guess the babies’ ages, but they all were darling, with long, gangly legs, knobby knees, little switch tails, and overlarge ears. They greeted her with rambunctious nudges through the rails, velvety nostrils chuffing as they sniffed her clothing. Loni realized they were expecting treats.
Setting her coffee atop a post, she devoted herself to doling out rubs and scratches. “I’m sorry, little one. Next time I’ll bring you goodies. Silly me for forgetting. If I’m going to live on a horse ranch I have a lot to learn, don’t I?”
One little fellow was not to be put off so easily. He wanted a treat and clearly thought one might spring from her slacks pocket if he persisted. Loni gave a startled laugh. “Hey, little guy, don’t get fresh.”
“What the hell are you doing out here alone?”
At the question Loni spun to find Clint standing behind her. Booted feet set wide apart, fists knotted on his hips, he gave her a burning look.
“Enjoying the sunshine?” she offered. “I figured you’d guess that I’d stepped outside. I didn’t mean to alarm you.”
“Alarm me? Zach had two men going through his garbage last night. Quincy just called to tell me his phone rang no less than fifteen times before bed, and then, suddenly, the calls stopped. He thinks they’ve finally figured out which Harrigan you’re hanging out with, and that means they’ll be concentrating on my place now. I don’t want you wandering around out here alone.”
Despite his overbearing manner, Loni wanted to hug him. “I’m perfectly fine, Clint. I’ve only been accosted by this little guy.” She petted the colt again. “I didn’t bring treats, and he’s letting me know that isn’t okay.”
“I’m serious, Loni. Until things cool down you can’t be walking around out here unless I’m with you.”
Folding her arms at her waist, she offered a smile, hoping it might lighten his mood. He continued to glower at her.
“You need to work on remembering to say please,” she informed him.
“You need to work on using the brains God gave you. Coming out here was not smart. What if a half-dozen reporters or frantic parents had been lying in wait?”
She started tapping her toe. “In that event I would have handled it.”
“Like you did the furious father who got physically violent?”
Loni regretted telling him about that. “He didn’t hurt me, Clint. He just shook me by the shoulders and shoved me against a wall.”
His jaw muscle started to tic. “Just? He put his hands on you. That’s all I need to know. God as my witness, I’ll never let it happen again.”
Loni was beginning to realize that he was more upset than she’d first thought. At the start of their relationship, she might have gotten miffed at his high-handedness, but having come to know him so well, she couldn’t muster any indignation. He was afraid for her, plain and simple, and his anger was only a smoke screen.
She stepped close to loop her arms around his hard middle. Beneath her splayed hands his back muscles were knotted with tension. “I’m sorry I frightened you. Until this blows over I won’t come out alone again. Okay?”
He released a taut breath and returned her embrace. “See that you don’t. If I catch some jerk-off putting his hands on you, I’ll kill the son of a bitch.”
Loni buried her nose against the front of his fresh shirt. It smelled of sunshine, scented laundry soap, and faint male musk, a wonderful blend of scents that made her want to inhale as if it were an intoxicant. “We can’t have that. You’d go to prison, and I’d be left all alone.”
He tightened his arms around her and dipped his head to press his lips against her hair. “This love business is going to take some getting used to,” he said gruffly. “When I think that something might happen to you, I can’t breathe.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me. If reporters start swarming I won’t be physically harmed, Clint. The damage is only emotional.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want any part of you hurt i
But what if it didn’t die down? In Lynwood there’d been occasional lulls, allowing Loni to think the worst was over. But then a young woman would go missing again, and the first thing she knew her name would start popping up in the news, and the general public’s interest in her would be rekindled.
She chose not to mention that to Clint, though. “Let’s go get some coffee and breakfast,” she suggested. “We can lay out the ground rules while we eat.”
Twenty minutes later they were seated across from each other at his kitchen table. As he smeared cream cheese onto one half of a large bagel, he glared at the answering machine, which kept clicking on. With the machine turned to its lowest volume the people leaving messages could barely be heard, but their calls were still intrusive, reminding both Loni and Clint that the peace and tranquillity of the ranch provided scant protection from the media hype about Loni that was quickly escalating.
“Maybe I should go away for a while,” she suggested.
“Not a chance.”
“Not for long. A few days, maybe. I can come home when things calm down.”
“No. If you leave I’m going with you, end of subject.”
Tucking into her diced fruit, Loni let the idea drop. She didn’t really want to leave anyway. “Are you going to be one of those husbands who worries every time I’m out of your sight?”
He arched one black brow. “Depends on the circumstances. If I have reason to worry, then yes, I’ll worry.”
“And be grouchy?”
“Grouchy? Have I been grouchy?”
Loni giggled. “Out in the stable yard you looked ready to rip someone apart with your bare hands.”