See Me in Your Dreams by Patricia Rosemoor Page A

your
expressions like the back of our hand."
    They locked
gazes in silent struggle, only releasing their hold on each other with the
opening of the elevator doors.
    "My
floor." Keelin led the way to her suite. Once inside the sitting room, she
asked, "So what did the note say?"
    Tyler ran a hand
through his perfect hair, leaving a mussed lock drooping over his forehead. He
looked as exhausted as she felt. And distrusting.
    "That I
shouldn't involve the police any further if I value my daughter's life. And
that the person would be in touch. How long before the next note comes,
Keelin?"
    She sat.
"How would I know?"
    "What? No
more dreams?"
    Irritation
rising, she said, "I was busy this morning."
    "With?"
    "Trying
to get a family reunion together." Not that she wanted to go into the
problematic details.
    His expression
skeptical, he said, "Well, now you can come home with me."
    That gave her
a start. Enter the lion's den willingly? "Why should I?"
    "You said
you knew the others." He paced the length of the room. "Since you
never met Cheryl, you can get to know her by going through her things. And by
sleeping in her bed."
    "Now,
wait a–"
    " You wait!" He stopped before her.
"You told me yourself time was running out. And you can only connect with
Cheryl when you sleep. Maybe being among her things...in her bed...will
help."
    And being
among Cheryl's things and sleeping in the girl's bed would put her in far too
close a proximity to the father, Keelin thought. Even though she'd convinced
herself that Skelly's insinuation about Cheryl's mother was the suspicious journalist
talking, how could she know what Tyler might or might not do when crossed? He
had a power about him that she couldn't deny. But violence?
    Pulse
thrumming at the thought, she said, "I'm not certain that's such a good
idea."
    "Why is
that, Keelin? Afraid?"
    Of him?
Definitely. Though Keelin suspected the thing she feared most was increased
intimacy with the man. She didn't want to consider the physical danger aspect.
    "Your
daughter's somewhere in the city," she hedged. "Better to stay as
close as possible."
    "For
whom?" He bent over her chair, grasping the armrests, his face practically
in hers. "Cheryl or you?"
    Realizing what
he was suggesting, Keelin felt her irritation rise. Her temper might have a
slow fuse, but he'd been striking matches since they'd met.
    "I have
nothing to do with what happened to your daughter," she assured him yet
again. He was so close she could feel his breath waft across her face. Her
heart skipped a beat in response. "I was not even here in this country
when she disappeared."
    "How do I
know that? This family business thing of yours is pretty dicey, if you ask
me."
    Placing her
hand in the middle of Tyler's chest, Keelin pushed. At first he didn't budge.
She glared at him, mentally willed him to comply. As if he read her determination,
he finally gave way, and let her rise.
    "Speak to
my cousin Skelly." Her turn to pace, to work off her growing aggravation.
    "Right.
The tabloid journalist. I can certainly trust him."
    If Keelin
didn't jump to Skelly's defense, it was because Tyler had a point. Her cousin's
methods made her uneasy, and Tyler
didn't even know him. If only Skelly hadn't done that sensational piece on
Cheryl's disappearance...then, again, if he hadn't, she would never have
identified the girl before it was too late.
    "How's
this for a theory?" he went on, not bothering to hide his rancor.
"Your cousin wanted a good story, something that would make his career. So
he recruits you to help him. He tells you to pretend to have this power so you
can feed me information."
    That he might
be skeptical about her gift was one thing. But his continuing distrust of her
motives made Keelin lose the temper she'd been hanging onto by a thread.
    "I would
tell you what you could do with that theory, but my mother raised me to be a lady.
If you really think that I could choose to hurt a young girl – or anyone – then
you'd best