“Well, I do.” She slid across the couch and pulled Jane into her arms. “I’m helping you because you’re a very special person, and that’s the only reason.”

Jane’s body was ramrod straight in her arms. “And you like me?”

“Yes.” She had forgotten how small and dear a child’s body felt. She wanted to keep her there forever. “I like you very much.”

“I … like you too.” Jane slowly relaxed against her. “It’s okay, I know I can’t be first. But maybe we can be friends. You don’t belong to anyone like Monty does. I’d like to—” Jane stopped awkwardly.

“Maybe we can,” Eve said. Jane was breaking her heart. So defensive. So resistant. And yet so in need. “I don’t see why not, do you?”

“No.” Jane lay still against her for a moment, then pushed her away. “Okay, that’s settled.” She jumped up and hurried to the door. “I’m going to get Monty some food. And then I’m going to bed.” The moment of softness was clearly over. Now Jane was eager to escape a situation that made her uneasy.

Well, wasn’t Eve equally uneasy? The past few moments had been as awkward for her as for Jane. She hadn’t believed she was ready to love anyone after Bonnie had been taken, but suddenly it was here in this child who was as complicated and wary as Eve herself. They were quite a pair, she thought ruefully. “I thought you said Monty didn’t need you.”

“Well, he needs to eat. Sarah would have to leave him to get food, and that would make him sad.” She added before leaving the room, “He can’t help it if he doesn’t love me best.”

Adjustments, compromises, and acceptance. Jane’s life had never been anything else, and she was afraid to ask for anything more. But there had been a breakthrough tonight and Jane was beginning to admit that she did need someone and Eve had been chosen to fill the void.

Thank God.

But Jane wasn’t the only one to make compromises, Eve thought with sudden amusement. She was playing second fiddle to a golden retriever.

That was okay, too. They had a long way to go, but the promise of something beautiful and precious was beckoning for both of them …

*   *   *

SARAH HAD GIVEN JANE ONE of Monty’s first pups, and she had called him Toby. By that time, Eve and Joe had adopted Jane. What had started out awkward and tentative had become a bond that couldn’t be broken. Zany Toby had become part of the family though not the watchdog Joe wanted for the property. He was far too loving.

She could use a watchdog right now, Eve thought dryly. Or just a friendly body to cuddle and ward off the chill she was feeling. Those memories of the past had been warm and sweet, but they were in stark contrast to the storm raging outside.

She put her arm under her head as she stared out at the rain. Think of Jane and the life they’d made together.

Close out the storm.

Close out the nightmare.

Call me, Jane.

*   *   *

“I’M STAYING,” JANE SAID belligerently to Devon as she went back into the examination room an hour later. “I won’t get in your way, but I’m not leaving him again.”

“It’s okay.” Devon was checking the IV. “I didn’t think I’d be able to keep you out for long. I was just at a point where I wasn’t sure which way it was going to go.” She smiled at Jane over her shoulder. “Now I do. He’s going to make it.”

Jane’s knees felt suddenly weak. “He’s going to live?”

“He’s getting stronger with every IV.” She stroked Toby’s head. “Aren’t you, boy? Margaret was right. We just had to get it all out of you.”

“Poison? What kind?”

She shook her head. “I’ll have to send a blood sample to the lab in San Juan. It will be a few days before I hear. I’ll be lucky if it’s that soon since the usual toxicology tests came out negative. Thank God we had Margaret.”

Jane came over to the table and gazed down at Toby. He was going to live. Sweet, loving, crazy Toby. “Thank God,” she said hoarsely. “Where is Margaret? Did you kick her out, too?”

“No, she took Monty out that back door as soon as she realized that Toby was going to make it. I sent my assistant back to his bed, too. The big push is over now. Margaret said that she’d be back as soon as she dropped Monty off at the main house.”

“I want to thank her.”

“You’ll get your chance. She wants to see you.” She looked at Toby. “She’s very upset about what happened to Toby.”

“So am I.” She moved toward the rear door Devon had indicated. “Where’s this main house?”

“About a mile down the road.” She smiled. “But there are security people there, too. Tell them to call me when they stop you.”

“I will.” She opened the door and went out into the courtyard that led to a dirt path. She had just started down the lanternlit path to the main house when she saw Margaret coming toward her. “I was going to see you.” She stopped in the center of the path. “I wanted to thank you.”

“You should have gotten him here sooner. He almost died, you know.” She stared her in the eye. “And what did you do to make someone want to hurt him?”

“I have no idea.” Jane was a little shocked by the sudden attack. Margaret had been so gentle and full of warmth since the moment she had appeared at the hospital. “I’m trying to find out who did it. I don’t know that either.”

“Then you have to find out,” Margaret said soberly. “It could happen again. Cowards usually prey on the helpless when they’re too scared to go after a person they want to hurt. Animals are often targeted.”

“I’m not exactly threatening,” Jane said dryly. “So that kills that theory.”

Margaret studied her. “Not obviously threatening. But I think you could be intimidating if you had cause. You were very protective of Toby.” She paused. “And the man you’re with could make someone afraid. Maybe it was because of him.”

“I agree that Seth Caleb is in a class by himself in that department. But he only came on the scene after Toby got sick.”

“Really? There could still be—” She shrugged. “He makes me … uneasy.”

“Why?”

She hesitated. “Maybe it’s the blood thing.”

Jane’s eyes widened. “What?”

“There’s something about blood whenever I look at him. I see it. I feel it. It’s strong.”

Jane felt stunned. She hadn’t expected that answer. She certainly hadn’t dreamed Margaret would be able to sense that strangeness about Caleb. Blood … Most people were aware of his strength and magnetism but made no connection to anything more bizarre. He managed to keep it hidden … unless he chose to unleash it. “Listen, you’re supposed to be some kind of dog whisperer or something. Are you saying that you can read people, too?”

“For Pete’s sake, no.” She made a face. “I have enough trouble without that to worry about. But sometimes I get impressions. It’s usually when a person is closer to—when their instincts are like—”

“A bit closer to the wild?” Jane supplied.

“Yeah, I guess,” she said. “Anyway, Caleb is radiating something that worries me. I think I’d better go and talk to him.”

“No,” Jane said sharply. The idea of Margaret’s confronting Caleb about anything personal was both amusing and chilling. “Stay away from him. This isn’t your business, Margaret.”

“Yes, it is.” She added simply, “Because after tonight, Toby is my friend, and no one hurts my friends.” She started down the path. “And I don’t like that blood. I’ve never felt that kind of—”

“He didn’t hurt Toby.”

“I’ll find out.” She smiled back over her shoulder. “Just as soon as I ask Caleb a few questions, then—”

“Wait.” She was so damn stubborn, Jane thought in exasperation. “I can tell you about the blood you’re sensing if that’s what’s worrying you. You don’t have to ask him. That’s not a good idea.”

Margaret stopped and turned to face her. “You think he’ll hurt me?”