"Cassie's my patient."
"And you still think of me as a patient too. Which leaves you in charge, right? Well, I'm not a patient and I won't be treated like one. I'm not sick or off my noggin and I can pull my own weight."
"You didn't look like you were pulling your own weight tonight."
"That was a low blow."
"You deserved it. You may not be my patient, but as long as you have this connection with Cassie, you're as much in danger as she is. Do you think I'm going to let anything bad happen to you because I'm afraid of hurting your feelings?"
Melissa stared at her for a moment and then said grudgingly, "Dammit, you could have let me be right this one time, Saint Jessica. I'm all full of righteous indignation and you pull the carpet out from under me." She shook her head. "But you still should have told me. Together we could have found a way to pull the plug on Travis. His whole scheme is absolutely insane."
"Do you think I don't know that? I couldn't see any way out. We need him."
She couldn't argue about that, Melissa realized in frustration. "Why Amsterdam?"
"Travis has business there." She hesitated. "I didn't tell you, but I got him to promise me…the Wind Dancer."
Melissa froze. "What?"
"I pressured him into promising he'd find a way to bring Cassie and the statue together."
"No."
"Yes." She looked down at Melissa's hands clenched on the coverlet. " I knew this would upset you, but you're wrong. I believe this is a chance to help her. I'm not sure I can trust Travis to keep his word, but I'm going to try to hold him to it. I won't go through all this madness and not get something out of it."
Melissa could feel the muscles of her stomach twist. "Christ, how can I convince you what a mistake you're making?" she whispered.
"You can't convince me. My patient. My decision." Jessica squeezed her hand. "I'm afraid this time you'll just have to come along for the ride." She got to her feet. "Now I think I'll make coffee and sandwiches. If you want to get out of that nightshirt, there's a change of clothes and a toothbrush in the bathroom. They're in an overnight case neatly labeled with your name." She headed down the aisle toward the back of the plane. "Galen seems to have provided for everything."
Galen. A memory came back to Melissa of the man who had carried her to the jet. Dark hair, dark eyes, quick, strong…
And dangerous, very dangerous.
She had gotten those same vibes from Travis. He was probably even more dangerous than Galen. Certainly more dangerous to her, because he was the one who had promised Jessica the Wind Dancer. She had to talk to Travis, tell him to forget about the damn statue.
Emerald eyes…
Not now. Block that memory. She was upset and shaking, and she needed to be clearheaded when she dealt with Travis.
Jesus, the Wind Dancer. As if this situation weren't bad enough…
She got up and headed for the bathroom.
"I want to speak to you."
Travis looked up from his notebook. "How do you feel, Melissa?"
"Mad as hell." She glanced at Cassie. Her eyes were closed and she was probably asleep. Better not to take a chance. "We need to talk. Privately."
"That doesn't surprise me." He stood up and moved down the aisle. "We can keep an eye on her from here."
"Your concern is touching considering what you put her through."
"I couldn't see any other way. I know it must have been hard for her…and you."
"You don't know jack." Her voice was shaking. "We trusted you and you weren't there for us. And if that wasn't bad enough, you pulled Jessica into this stupidity. If she doesn't get thrown into jail, she's bound to lose her license. I could kill you."
"I'll make it turn out right for Jessica."
"And Cassie? Jessica told me you've promised her the Wind Dancer. You can't do that. The Wind Dancer's bad news."
"If Cassie's afraid of being with the statue, maybe she just needs to face her fears."
"It's bad news."
He studied her face. "If Cassie's looking for the statue, she can't have bad feelings toward it, can she?"
She didn't answer. "If it's in the Museum d'Andreas, how are you going to get hold of it? There has to be all kinds of security surrounding it."
She shrugged. "Why am I worrying? You won't be able to keep your word to Jessica. We'll probably get caught in Amsterdam."
"That's a favorable option to you?"
"Yes. Why are we going to Amsterdam anyway? Isn't it the first place they'll look for you?"
"Yes. But I have business there. I have to see my friend."
"You have a friend? He must not have known you for long."
"All my life. He and my father were partners. He helped raise me." He smiled. "He says he likes me, but I suppose he just doesn't want to admit he did a bad job with me."
"More than likely." She stared directly into his eyes. "I'm not letting you get away with this, Travis. I won't be dependent on a son of a bitch like you, and I won't let Cassie be either. And when I find a way to get out from under you, I'll call Andreas and have him pick you up so quick, it will make your head swim."
"I may be a son of a bitch, but at least I'm not abandoning you. I could have left you all and flown off in the helicopter by myself. It would have taken a hell of a lot of heat off me."
"I'm surprised you didn't."
"I made Jessica a promise." He grimaced. "And you may not believe me, but I couldn't live with myself if the kid had been hurt by all this."
"You're right, I don't believe you." Melissa walked away from him. So much for calm and persuasion.
She shouldn't have lost her temper. She might have had a shot at changing his mind. So do what you told him you'd do. Find a way to break free. Cassie was the tether that held them all together. Cut the tether and they'd all be able to go their own way.
How to do it?
She had made a little progress separating herself from Cassie during the last four nightmares, but it was very slow. She hadn't been worried because she'd thought she had time.
Her time was running out. How soon after they arrived in Amsterdam would Travis turn his attention to the Wind Dancer? He shouldn't be able to do anything about the statue, but, dammit, he shouldn't have been able to get them away from Juniper either. The odds had been stacked sky-high against him.
"Well, did you finish venting your wrath on my poor friend?"
Melissa looked behind her and tensed. He was taller than she remembered, but those eyes were unmistakable. "You're Sean Galen."
"I have that honor." She noticed the faintest British accent as he continued. "I'm flattered you were aware of my sparkling persona. I should have known that even through the deepest drug haze I remain unforgettable."
"Who said I was drugged? Jessica?"
"No, but the signs were pretty clear."
"I wasn't drugged." She sat down on the couch. "And that makes you pretty lame at reading signs, doesn't it? How did you know I was arguing with Travis? I didn't see you."
"I was in the cockpit and I opened the door as you were ripping into him. Since my discretion is legendary, I stayed put until you marched off. Could I get you a cup of coffee from the galley?"
"No, I want to rest."
"You look very rested now."
"But we've already established you're lousy at reading signs."
"Ouch." He made a face. "Since I can't admit to being wrong, I suppose I've got to believe you're trying to get rid of me."
"I suppose you do."
He tilted his head inquiringly. "Why? Most people line up for the pleasure of my company."
"Before you shoot them?"
His smile faded. "Now, that came out of left field. And I thought we were getting along so well. Why did you say that?"
She looked away from him. "You're a friend of Travis's. Jessica said you were at Vasaro and helped him with the escape from Juniper. I can do the math." She leaned back on the couch. "If you don't mind, I want to rest."