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  “Well,” Renee drawled. “You sure go a long way to fix mistakes, Daz.” She twisted to face him. “Am I one of them?”

  “The biggest one. If you’ll let me, if you’ll get past me breaking your heart, I want to put it back together again.”

  He kissed her, not gentle, not like earlier. He kissed her hoping to show her everything she meant to him.

  “Here’s a list of my mistakes.” She draped kisses around his neck. “I should have told you I loved you that night I told you about being pregnant. I was scared too. No, I was terrified. I wanted you to love me as much as I loved you but I wanted you to say so first so I wouldn’t look like such an idiot, a pregnant girlfriend pining after a guy who doesn’t really want her.”

  “I saw how hurt you were when I said I’d take care of my obligations. I should have said something then.”

  He enjoyed the feel of her close to him. His erection pushed against his pants. She curled her fingers tight around his forearm. Her eyes were wide, staring up into his.

  “I’m still afraid of what you think of me. I know I’m not the easiest person. I’ve got a lot of quirks and I like things my own way,” she said.

  “I like your quirks, Wonder Woman.”

  She swallowed hard. “You do?”

  “Always did.” And because her mouth opened in surprise, he kissed it again, because kissing her made him feel better than anything else in the world.

  “Hell, Renee, talk about weird quirks. Look at me. I’m the one who works for a secret group of, um, superheroes, complete with underground complex.”

  “Like Charlie said, you need code names and uniforms.” She laughed.

  The sound filled his heart.

  One of the dogs let out a long sigh. Daz tilted his head. “What’s his problem?”

  “That means he’s happy,” Renee said.

  “Ah.” Daz took a long, deep breath and let it out. “Happy. So that’s what it feels like.”

  She laughed again and winced. “Ouch. I forgot about my shoulder. Still hurts a bit.”

  “Let me help you find another way to relax.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “I suspect your idea of help means me getting naked.”

  “Oh, not totally. You can keep the sling.” He slipped his hand under her shirt. “And, hey, just to even things out, I’ll get naked too.” He unzipped her jeans and tugged them off. “Try laughing now.”

  She smiled. “Is that a dare?”

  “Quiet.” He hooked his thumb in her black, slinky underpants and pulled them off, too.

  He knelt on the floor next to the couch. “Relax.”

  “You don’t have to—”

  “I want to do this.” He pushed her legs apart. “I want you to feel good.”

  He trailed kisses up the side of her leg. Her toes curled and that told him all he needed to know. He wanted her but, if he’d learned anything over the years, it was that taking time during lovemaking definitely paid off.

  Scared of him? After tonight, she would never be scared of him again.

  She closed her eyes, letting go. Surrendering to him. That was the only way to interpret it. His hands settled on her hips. She moaned, a long low sound that somehow released all his fears too.

  He drove her crazy with his tongue. She dug her fingers into the cushions. “You can scream,” he whispered.

  “Can’t…wake…Charlie.”

  “Soon, I’m going to take you somewhere where you can scream to your heart’s content. Like in Greece.”

  “Promises, promises.” Her breaths became shorter, sharper and her body shuddered with the orgasm.

  She opened her eyes. “C’mere.” She grabbed his pants and pulled his waist up even with her mouth. “Lose the shirt,” she said.

  “Absolutely,” he said. “See, I don’t mind when you want things your own way.”

  She unsnapped and unzipped his jeans and pushed down his pants.

  “Hey, wait, I wanted to—”

  Whatever he was going to say was cut off when she took his erection in her mouth.

  “Okay,” he gasped. “You can have it your way.”

  “I intend to.”

  She wrapped her hands around his legs and showed just how much she’d always wanted him. He should hold back, he should wait until he could come inside her but… He buried his hands into her hair and just enjoyed the soft flicks of her tongue and the pressure of her mouth on him.

  I love you.

  He threw back his head and came.

  When he was finished, she let him go and lay back on the couch.

  He ditched his last remaining clothes took her into his arms. She arched under him.

  “More?” he said.

  She nodded.

  “I love you,” he said, as he should’ve all those years ago.

  She went still. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “I never stopped being in love with you,” she whispered, so low he almost didn’t hear the words.

  “Then let’s not waste any more time.”

  Chapter Twelve

  The next morning, Charlie woke up, saw Odin and was instantly happy. Daz made coffee and Renee made them all waffles. They sat at the breakfast nook in the kitchen, eating in quiet companionship, broken by Charlie’s occasional questions about the cat.

  If it wasn’t for the need to catch the person stalking her son, Renee might have melted into a little puddle of domestic bliss. Instead, she just tried to memorize the scene, in case it vanished in a puff of air.

  Charlie polished off his waffles, scraping the plate with the flat of his fork to get the leftover maple syrup. “I want to talk to Odin. I bet he’ll come out of the crate for me.”

  “Shower first,” Renee said. “It’s been two days, and cats have sensitive noses.”

  “I will!” Charlie tore off down the hallway to the shower.

  “He seems good today,” Daz said.

  “So far.” The habit of always searching for signs of the next crisis with Charlie would take a long time to go away, if ever. “How about you?”

  He put a hand around her waist and drew her close to him. “Never been better. And you?”

  She put her hands around his neck. “Aside from the fact my home seems under siege and there’s someone after my son, I’m good.”

  “Things that I will fix ASAP,” he said.

  “You are very optimistic this morning.”

  “I have good reason to be.” He kissed her. “What’s that logo on the T-shirt you’re wearing today?”

  “Blackhawks. They’re a DC Comics special-ops unit. No superpowers, just well-trained fighters, including Lady Blackhawk. It seemed appropriate for today.”

  “Perfect. You’ll have to get me one.”

  “I will.” She and Daz were a long way from perfect, Renee thought, but they were closer to it than yesterday.

  Charlie showered in record time. Renee wondered if he’d washed up that well or simply let water run over himself, but she let it go. Her son was happy.

  They walked the dogs first. Even Charlie agreed because as eager as he was to talk to Odin, Thor and Loki kept insisting on going outside.

  The sun shone bright in a cloudless sky, a day so beautiful that she wondered if the past few days had been a dream and paradise might vanish if she closed her eyes. Only patches of snow remained on the outskirts of the Phoenix Institute grounds.

  She and Charlie romped with the dogs, tossing sticks for them to retrieve. Thor and Loki did their business, and they went back inside.

  Beth joined them in their quarters. Renee sent Thor and Loki to one of the bedrooms to keep them out of the way while they talked to the cat.

  “Thor and Loki say they won’t hurt him, but Odin doesn’t believe it,” Charlie said.

  “Odin’s about a tenth their siz
e. I don’t blame him,” Renee said.

  Charlie sat down in the living room and opened the door to Odin’s crate. The cat didn’t move.

  “He’s worried about all the new people,” Charlie said.

  “You can’t tell him to come to you?” she asked.

  “Ma, just because I can talk to him, it doesn’t mean I can order him around. Jeez,” he said.

  She put up her hands and smiled. “My mistake.” At least not yet, she thought. Leave that conversation to another day.

  “We’ll wait over here while you coax him out.”

  Renee motioned to Beth and Daz to back off.

  “Are you overhearing what they’re saying to each other?” Renee whispered to Beth.

  Beth nodded. “Odin is reluctant to come out. He’s really scared.”

  “Weird,” Renee said. “Because he didn’t seem at all scared of me or Daz before. Maybe it’s being brought from the house.”

  “His old master coming back plus the bear attack probably freaked him out,” Daz said.

  They watched in silence as Odin finally scooted out from the crate and into Charlie’s lap. Charlie grinned at them. Renee looked at the other two and in unspoken agreement ventured over to the pair first.

  She sat down next to Charlie and scratched Odin’s ears. The poor scared thing even purred. She could get to like cats. Okay, she could get to like this cat.

  Beth and Daz eventually joined them. Odin stayed complacent in Charlie lap.

  “Charlie, we’re going to do something that might be scary to you,” Renee said. “In order to catch all the bad guys, we need to know about Odin’s mean man. But Odin’s memories of the mean man are going to be pretty rough stuff.”

  Charlie nodded. “I know. Odin tried to show me once but I told him to stop because I was afraid.”

  “If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to do it,” Renee said.

  “What happens if I don’t?”

  “We keep investigating and we’ll come up with something. But don’t worry. You and your mom will be safe here in the meantime,” Daz said.

  Charlie narrowed his eyes. “You mean we can’t go home until you find the mean man?”

  “No, that’s not what he said.” Renee shot Daz a glance. He hadn’t meant to pressure Charlie, but that was how their son had taken it. “We’ll be safe whatever you do. Whatever you feel comfortable with, Charlie.”

  He bent down his head to Odin. Renee held her breath.

  After a minute, Charlie raised his head. “The man hurt Odin. He’s gonna hurt more animals. Batman would stop him but he’s not real. But I’m real and I wanna stop him.”

  Oh, Charlie. Renee sat next to her son and hugged him.

  “Cut it out, Mom. You’re getting too mushy.”

  “Okay.” She put her arm around his shoulders.

  “Protecting animals runs in the family,” Daz said.

  Renee could tell what Daz was thinking just from the expression on his face. He was remembering how she’d jumped in front of a bear to protect her dog. “So how do we do this?”

  “We sit together and hold hands. That way, we can all be in your head if anything gets scary, okay?” Beth asked.

  “Okay!”

  “Give me your hand?” Beth asked.

  Renee kept her arm around Charlie’s shoulders. Daz enfolded her hand. Beth and Daz held hands to complete the connection.

  One big, happy family, Renee thought.

  “Here we go. Charlie will talk to Odin and I’ll listen, and connect everyone else in,” Beth said. “All we’re looking for is a good image of the mean man or any clue to his identity.”

  “This is going to be interesting,” Renee said.

  Her perception abruptly shifted from the room around them to Charlie’s point of view. Just as she was getting used to seeing Odin sleeping in Charlie’s lap through his eyes, the visual abruptly shifted once more to a tiny room with bars.

  She was seeing Odin’s memories from when he was in the cat carrier. Contentment mixed with fear colored the scene.

  “Take us earlier in his memories, Charlie.”

  The carrier coalesced into a larger room. Furniture seemed impossibly big but not as large as the man looming above Odin. Unlike the intruder at her house that Daz had described, Odin’s “mean man” was dressed normally, in casual clothes.

  Fear was all over this memory and she could feel herself as Odin crouching below the man, terrified, with memories of being smacked. Bits of the man’s voice floated down to Odin. He sounded incredibly familiar.

  I know this person, Renee thought. If only Odin could give her a better visual.

  The man knelt down on one knee next to Odin. Good, good, she thought, now we’ll have him.

  But the face was all out of proportion, seen through cat’s perspective. Renee took a deep breath and tried to focus on the person.

  “I know him, Mom!”

  The man’s eyes loomed closer. He looked very familiar, maybe it was—

  The man smiled like a Cheshire cat.

  Gotcha!

  Charlie screamed.

  Inside Charlie’s mind, Odin’s mean man grabbed her son. Renee leapt at him. The man backhanded her and she fell to the floor. Blood trickled from her mouth and she froze, unable to think straight. This was a memory. They were sitting on the floor in a living room.

  How could this be real?

  Charlie’s screams sounded damn real.

  The man ran away, holding Charlie tight against him. Real or not, it didn’t matter. She had to save her son.

  “Charlie!” She took off after them.

  The man looked back at her, grinned again, and waved his hand. Knives appeared from thin air and zoomed at her. She threw up her hands to protect her face. A knife embedded itself in her palm. She screamed Charlie’s name again, a cry of frustration and pain.

  Blood oozed down her palm and onto her arm.

  “He’s mine now!” Odin’s master ran toward the blackness at the edge of this…whatever this was. In a few steps, his body wavered, as if he was going to vanish in much the same way as he’d appeared, except this time he had Charlie.

  She ripped the knife out of her palm, shredding her hand into two pieces. Yet there was no pain.

  She threw the knife at the man holding her son.

  The blade sank into his back all the way up to the hilt. He fell sideways. Charlie scrambled out of his arms and ran toward her.

  “Mom!”

  The closer she got to him, the more the world took shape around them. Now she was in her yard, outside her home, and was back in that damned snowstorm again. Ice and snow swirled around her, cutting her off from her son.

  “Charlie!” she screamed. The wind whipped away her voice. But she heard a faint answering “Mom!” and plunged in the maelstrom toward the sound of his voice.

  A hand enclosed her throat from behind. The creator of this nightmare closed off her breathing and twisted her arm against her back. She kicked out, flailing, and hit only empty air.

  Absently, she noticed her hand was back to its normal shape.

  This wasn’t real. And yet it was.

  “You shouldn’t be inside this, that shouldn’t be possible,” the voice hissed into her ear. “But we’ll take care of it.”

  He dragged her sideways, and she realized she was at edge of the cliff where she and Charlie had been trapped. “This way you can’t come after him, ever.”

  “Mom!” Charlie screamed.

  Her attacker lifted her off her feet to fling her over the edge. She had no leverage. She couldn’t stop him. But that didn’t mean she was helpless.

  She’d promised Charlie that she’d protect him from the mean man.

  Just as her captor tossed her, Renee curled her fingers into his coat and drag
ged him over the edge with her.

  “You’re coming with me, asshole!”

  They fell.

  His face came even with hers, and she finally recognized who he was.

  Fuck. Him? Oh, that made too much sense. She should have known.

  And then they hit bottom.

  Chapter Thirteen

  A powerful shove threw Daz out of the telepathic link and knocked him physically backwards. He lost hold of Renee’s hand. His head slammed into the chair behind him.

  “Fuck. Charlie? Renee? What the hell? Beth, what’s going on in there?”

  But she didn’t answer.

  Beth sat upright, her body stiff, her hand with a death grip on Renee’s arm. All he could see were the whites of Beth’s eyes. Something fucked-up was going on telepathically, but if he disturbed Beth, he might make it worse.

  “Renee?” Daz set his hand on Renee’s shoulder. Like Beth, her eyes had rolled back in her head. Her arms were curled around Charlie. His son was curled into a little ball around Odin, who was making the most pathetic mewing sounds Daz had ever heard.

  If he pulled them away from Beth, would he make whatever was going on worse or better?

  He had no idea how to save the people he loved.

  Charlie screamed. Renee slumped over. Beth moaned and collapsed sideways. Odin skittered back to the cat carrier. Charlie fell into Daz’s arms, sobbing.

  He held his son with one hand and leaned over Renee, desperately searching for a pulse.

  “Mom!” Tears ran down Charlie’s face. He grabbed Renee’s arm. “Mom!” He started shaking her to no avail and screaming “Mom” over and over.

  Daz enclosed his hysterical son from behind and pulled him tight. “Charlie, I have to check her. I can help but you have to give me room.”

  Charlie’s thrashing worsened. He was losing it. Daz pulled his hands together and held them tight.

  “Mom’s dead. It’s my fault. Mom’s dead!”

  “She’s not! Stop fighting me and I can help her!”

  What the hell had happened inside that link?

  Charlie whimpered. He stopped thrashing and curled into a fetal position, leaving Daz free to check on Renee. Dammit, he couldn’t find a pulse on her wrist. Shit. He went for the artery in her throat next, feeling with two fingers. Be there, he thought. Be there.