Resurrecting Harry by Phillips Constance

Author:Phillips, Constance [Phillips, Constance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
Published: 2013-02-25T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

When Jaden didn’t invade his dreams with new messages or warnings, he was faced with an endless stream of obstacles between him and Bess to overcome. The longing to return to her side never faded, and peace never settled in. Knowing she was out somewhere alone was worse than being separated by death. Erich gripped the back of the couch and pulled himself up, calling out to Bess.

Her sweet voice didn’t answer his call, so he stood and peered out the window. The sun shone high in the sky and signaled the passing hours — too many for a few quick errands.

Walking out onto the back porch, he lifted his hand to keep the crisp breeze from pushing his hair into his face. Under the large California Live Oak tree, he found her. She’d moved the wrought iron table and its two chairs from the deck. There, she’d laid out a red checkered table cloth and was arranging plates and drinks. Her attention to detail gave him hope. She was looking forward to this meal too. “Let me help you.”

His voice caught her attention, and she started across the yard. “I have everything ready and was just going to come get you. Do you think you can make it?”

“Not quickly, but yes.” He started down the single step and his balance wavered. “Bess...Can I trouble you for your arm, to steady myself.” He prepared himself for her outrage and a lecture reminding him of his proper place, but instead she offered it. Erich fought the urge to reach across his body with his right arm and stroke her forearm as they walked. This moment — so close he could smell her perfume and feel the heat her body radiated — should be enough to ease the fear that haunted his dreams, but a sense of doom twisted his gut, and her touch increased his thirst for her.

“It’s so windy. I’m not sure if this is such a good idea, but you said you were getting cooped up.”

“It’s just what I need. The breeze feels nice after the Santa Ana’s a few days ago.”

As they cleared the side of the house, Bess glanced toward the front yard. They were now visible to the neighbors across the street, and she slipped her arm from his hand. “Last thing we need to do is give Miss Busybody sitting on her front porch over there a reason to gossip.”

Erich chuckled. Every neighborhood seemed to have someone like the silver haired woman. It just so happened this one lived directly across the street. Distant, grainy memories flashed though his mind: images of the woman bending Harry’s ear on the subject of this neighbor or that sandwiched between pictures of her grilling him about the latest contraption he’d brought home. Yes, Miss Busybody — Harry’s nickname for her — without a doubt had noticed Erich’s presence in the widow Houdini’s house, and she had probably burned up the phone lines spreading the news.

Lowering himself to the chair, he took in the spread.

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