After two hours, Taz couldn’t stand it. “Find a gas station so we can go to the bathroom. You’re doing to drive me crazy.”
“How do you not lose your mind feeling like this all the time?”
“Who says I didn’t lose my mind? Pull over at the next exit.”
They did, quickly going to the bathroom and making the switch. Rafe looked at her in the bathroom mirror. “I’m sorry I’m putting you through this.”
She closed her eyes and met him in his mental room, taking a few precious minutes to feel his arms around her. “Let’s just survive this trip and get home, okay?”
“Yeah.” He kissed her and gently swatted her behind. “Go on, before he thinks you fell down the drain.”
She used the bathroom and returned to the pump. Tobias was hanging up the gas nozzle. “You don’t mind, do you?”
She smiled. “No, I appreciate it, Tobias. Thank you.”
They returned to the car and she hoped Tobias didn’t notice when she adjusted the seat and mirrors a little. Despite sharing a body, Rafe liked the seat pushed back a little farther than she did.
He did notice. “What are you doing?”
She forced a smile. “You know, hours driving, need a little change in position, that’s all.”
He nodded, but his curious stare was inscrutable.
They stopped at the prearranged exit to wait for the others and had a long lunch before getting back on the road. When she asked him if he’d rather ride back with Matthias or the others, he smiled and said, “No, dear. I’m enjoying our time together.”
She looked a little sick to her stomach. “Great. Yeah, me, too.”
She was Taz again, no doubt. He tried to engage her in conversation and she only reluctantly replied. When they reached the house nearly an hour ahead of everyone else, she practically bolted up the stairs to their bedroom and closed the door behind her. There had been no other episodes during their ride.
Somehow, he would figure out what was going on.
When Matthias returned home, Taz was already asleep. He undressed and curled up with her. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. His mind raced, now, in the past.
To Rafe.
How could he begrudge what Taz had felt for Rafe? He couldn’t. Not when he knew his cousin had died loving her, and such irony it was. He’d mourned with Rafe when Cassandra died, barely able to shield his thoughts from Rafe.
His love.
And now their positions were reversed. Matthias had no doubts that if Rafe had met Taz first, she would have fallen for him, and hard. Just as he fell for Cassandra when Rafe introduced them.
Perhaps it was all the years, all the times they’d saved each other, their blood running through the other’s veins, that they had such similar tastes in women. The circle closed, only for good this time with Rafe’s death.
God, he missed Rafe. So many times he wanted to pick up the phone and call him, just to remember he was gone, wanting to bounce ideas off him, needing him for backup.
How would he go on without him?
And yet, it almost felt as if he was still around.
Taz had been right about that, without question. Matthias felt Rafael’s very essence, as if it permeated the air in the house. The funeral didn’t seem real, not really. She did such a good job with it all.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Taz worked despite the men’s requests for her to take more time off. She drove Rafe’s Mustang, his MP3 player blaring. She spent more and more time with Rafe at night, lying in bed with her eyes closed, Matthias assuming she was trying to sleep.
She was in Rafael’s arms. Talking with him, staring at him. She couldn’t help it—and didn’t want to.
During her commute she talked to him, speaking out loud. She knew Matthias wanted her to ride with him, but she declined, needing the time alone.
With Rafe.
She sensed Matthias’ pain, but wasn’t ready to move forward. She needed to keep the barrier up between them, or he might sense Rafe’s presence. Then what would Matthias do? She wouldn’t give Rafe up, wouldn’t make him leave. And she hadn’t figured out how to talk to Matthias about it.
If she sheltered Rafe for a while longer, got used to the situation and fine-tuned her powers, Matthias must agree she was dealing and couldn’t force her to make him leave.
Then again, she didn’t think Matthias was strong enough to make her force Rafe out.
A few weeks after the funeral, Matthias had to go to New York for a meeting. “Do you want to go with me, Taz?”
She looked up from her desk. “Do you need me?” Truthfully, she wanted the time alone.
With Rafe.
He frowned. “I don’t need you there, but—”
“Then I should stay. I’ve got a ton of stuff to catch up on.”
He hesitated in her doorway then finally walked away.
“You hurt his feelings.”
She looked at Rafael’s ring, rubbing it. “I know.”
“He’s worried about you.”
“I know.”
“He loves you.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight the tears. “I know.”
Rafe had quickly become the voice of her conscience.
Around five, Matthias stopped at her office door and knocked.
“I’m going.” He had his laptop case slung over his shoulder. That meant he would be out of the office for a few days.
She nodded. “Okay.”
He hesitated. “Did you want to grab dinner downstairs? I’m flying up tonight.”
She was in the middle of reviewing a contract that had to go out the next morning. “Can I take a rain check? I told LA they’d have this by morning.”
He looked down and nodded. “Okay.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, and she felt his tentative probe. She acted like she didn’t notice, didn’t respond. After a long, uncomfortable moment, he said, “I’ll be back in three days.”
“Okay. We’ll call you if there’s any problems.”
He paused, and she bit the inside of her cheek to fight tears.
“Taz, are we okay?” he softly asked.
She nodded, not daring to meet his eyes. “I have a ton of stuff to catch up. We’ll go out when you get back. We’ve got a company to run, Matthias.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
She looked at him, trying to keep the barrier in place. “What do you mean?” She knew her voice sounded sharper than she intended and silently swore.
He studied her, shook his head, and stepped out of the doorway, the emotion in his voice breaking her heart. “I love you, Taz. I’ll see you when I get back.” He walked away before she could reply. After she heard the elevator door close behind him, she dropped her head to her desk with an aggravated groan.
“I am such a fucking dumbass!”
Rafe was quiet on the ride home. Usually he talked to her, and tonight she couldn’t take her attention from the road to find him. At the house she locked herself in her bedroom and took a shower, going to him in her mind.
“Taz baby, this isn’t good for you. I promised I wouldn’t come between you.”
She put her arms around him. “You’re not.” She kissed him.
In the shower she slowly ran the soap over her body, and Rafael felt her in a way he normally couldn’t. Unable to help himself, he made slow love to her in her mind. Eventually she finished her shower and went to bed where he continued loving her. While she was distracted by their passion, he stepped forward and looked through her eyes into the mirror over the dresser. She was alone on the bed, but his reflection was next to her in the mirror.