She went to the sink and washed her hands. "Down in the barn. I wanted to check on Missy."
Paternal instincts kicked in. "Alone?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"After what happened with Missy's kittens I prefer you don't go down there unless someone is with you." His fingers curled tight around the sketch pad, renewing his anger. "Where's Caitlan?"
"She went for a walk." Grabbing the terry towel, she dried her hands, slanting a speculative glance J.T.'s way. "What's going on? Everyone's acting weird today. First Caitlan, then you-"
"What's wrong with Caitlan?" he interrupted.
Laura shrugged. "I don't know, exactly. I came home from school today and just as I was about to come inside the house she came running out. She nearly crashed into me. It looked like she'd been crying, but she said she was fine, that she just wanted to be alone for a bit." Her fingers twisted in the towel. "I'm kind of worried about her, Dad. Maybe you should go find her, just to be sure she's okay."
Oh, he planned to. And just as soon as he reassured himself of her well being he'd get some answers. "Which way did she go?"
"Alongside the north pasture fence."
"I'll find her," he promised, striding toward the front door. "And we'll be back before supper."
Caitlan didn't know how long she knelt there in the pasture, afraid to contact her Superior but knowing she no longer had a choice. Her Superiors had no idea what she'd experienced with J.T., didn't know about the haunting visions that touched her soul, or that she'd done the unthinkable and fallen in love with J.T. Unless summoned for help or guidance, Superiors never monitored an angel while on a mission, and for that she was grateful.
A crisp breeze blew, tangling in her hair and chilling her to the bone with icy fingers of dread. The cold, damp earth beneath her knees seeped through her jeans and stole into her joints. Her tears of confusion had flowed freely, and even after they'd dried a chasm of bleakness echoed in her soul. She wished she had the ability to freeze into a statue, an emotionless slab of stone with no real worries or cares. When had being a guardian angel become so emotionally and physically draining? Never had she experienced such mental exhaustion. Not until J.T.
Not wanting to put the inevitable off any longer, she wiped the moisture from her cheeks and grabbed her medallion, silently transmitting a summons to her Superior.
"Yes? Is everything all right?"
Mary's voice drifted clearly through Caitlan's mind. Glancing toward the heavens, a glimmer of despair swept over her. "No… I mean yes." Taking a deep, calming breath, she started again. "J.T. is fine," she assured her Superior, knowing that would be Mary's first concern.
"Then what is it? You look upset."
Devastated was more like it. "I…" She swallowed to ease the anxiety congealing in her throat. "I'm having these… visions that I don't understand. And at times, when I'm with J.T., I feel… strange things."
Silence.
Frowning, Caitlan grasped the pendant tighter. "Mary?"
"What kind of visions?" This from Christopher.
"J.T. when he was a boy, and a young girl. Her name is Amanda. From what I've learned from J.T., I believe she's his soulmate. Why am I so connected to these two people that I feel and see things they've experienced in the past?"
"Oh, dear," Mary said, her tone distressed.
"What kind of strange things do you feel?" Christopher asked in a tight voice.
Heat tinged Caitlan's cheeks when she remembered all the wonderful sensations J.T. evoked inside her. In the barn last night she'd been drawn into him, her heart and soul reaching for his as if they belonged together. She erased those thoughts quickly, before Christopher or Mary could latch onto them. She couldn't very well tell them about the sensual feelings she experienced for J.T., or that she'd fallen in love with him. Eventually she'd have to tell her Superiors, but not now, not until she understood more about the link she shared with J.T.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm a part of J.T., but I know that's impossible, considering I have a soulmate… right?" she asked tentatively, hoping they'd divulge who her soulmate was.
Silence.
Sighing, Caitlan rubbed her brow wearily. Why couldn't she remember certain things about her own past? "I feel like a guardian angel with amnesia," she mumbled.
Christopher chuckled.
"This is not a laughing matter, Christopher. In fact, it's all your fault," Mary said sternly.
"We need to tell her the truth," Christopher argued.
"The truth about what?" Caitlan managed to get in.
"Absolutely not," Mary said emphatically. "The mission is nearly over and we can't jeopardize J.T.'s life like that."
"Like what?"
"We can always send down another guardian to take over for Caitlan," Christopher suggested.
Panic had Caitlan blurting out, "No!"
Deafening silence.
She definitely had their attention now. She could feel them staring at her, waiting for an explanation. But how could she reveal that she wanted to stay with J.T. as long as possible, for selfish reasons they'd surely disapprove of?
Pasting on a smile, Caitlan shrugged indifferently. "I mean, I've already come this far in the mission. J.T. believes my reasons for being here, so why start with someone new that he'll have to come to trust? You just said the mission is nearly over."
"Caitlan is right," Christopher conceded. "From what we have on the schedule, in another day or two the mission should be over. Three days tops."
"What about her memory?" Mary asked.
Caitlan frowned. "What about my memory?"
"For some reason her memory wasn't completely suppressed," Christopher supplied.
"Will it hold out for another few days?"
"Possibly. If she takes care with the medallion."
"I don't like this, Christopher. I warned you how risky it would be to do this… "
Frustration coiled in Caitlan as she listened to her Superiors argue about her, stretching her nerves taut. "Whatare you talking about?" she grated out.
Silence.
She closed her eyes, fighting back the urge to scream. All she wanted were answers, a clue as to why her soul seemed entwined with J.T.'s past. So far her Superiors hadn't helped her solve anything. In fact, they were arguing about her memory, and keeping J.T. safe. Maybe, if she opted for the truth, if she told them she'd fallen in love with J.T., they'd listen to her and give her the answers she sought. Maybe they'd tell her what was going on.
Dismissing the sudden prickles of awareness radiating from behind her, she clutched her medallion for courage. "There's something I need to tell you."
"Go ahead," Mary said.
The words jammed in her throat. Heaven help her, she couldn't do it! I'm in love with, J.T. Just say it, Caitlan, and get it over with! "I'm in lo-"
"Who the hell are you talking to, Caitlan?"
Chapter Eleven
Caitlan started at the sound of J.T.'s deep voice, the declaration she'd been about to announce caught in her throat. Whipping her head around, she glanced over her shoulder, meeting his dark gaze, smoldering with annoyance. And anger. The gold in his green eyes sparked like fire, and his mouth compressed into a harsh line. From her vantage point, he looked tall and lean and intimidating. She shivered.
Letting go of the medallion and severing her connection with her Superiors, she willed her heart to stop galloping. She hadn't heard J.T. approach. She was losing her edge, that finely honed instinct that usually kept her so alert. All because she'd fallen in love with him and couldn't keep her emotions under control.