“Glad you think so, Cat,” he acknowledged.
“Eli.” Her voice went serious. “Thank you for today. For Emma. For the laptop and books. For my gorgeous boots. Mostly thank you for understanding what something like today means to me.”
His heart jerked. He brushed her temple with a kiss. “Go to sleep, Catarina. You need your rest.” He didn’t want to exhaust her, but if she kept talking, he was making love to her again. Slow. Easy. Lazily. Until it turned rough and wild like it mostly did. She needed care. Love. Rest. He took that seriously, even if it meant lying next to her as hard as a rock.
Eli didn’t even mind that. He liked holding her close, his body alive, listening to her soft breathing. Knowing she was his.
“Good night, honey,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes. Savored the moment. She was nearly there. She was trying – for him. He loved her all the more for that. He answered with a comforting kiss, too choked up to say another damn word.
18
THE storm came out of nowhere. Sheets of lightning lit the sky and thunder crashed with resounding booms, shaking the house. The rain poured down, the skies opening up to spill a wealth of water across the land, pounding into trees and grass to pool in small puddles everywhere.
Dressed in Eli’s flannel shirt, her wardrobe of choice late at night, Catarina wandered out to the porch with her coffee, enjoying nature’s display. The turbulent weather reminded her of Eli. Wild and untamed. Fierce. The thunder and lightning also corresponded with her restless mood.
She’d felt the buildup for a while now, the gathering tension that had spread across the sky, matching the ominous dark clouds, the jagged forks of lightning and roaring thunder. He was coming. He was close. The nightmares had started again, just like they had right before he found her the last time she escaped. Rafe was coming, and her perfect dream world was about to be shattered.
She was so in love with Eli. She might have a difficult time articulating her emotions out loud, but she tried her best to show him. The days passed and she never thought of leaving. The ranch had become her home, a real home. She found herself smiling most of the time. She couldn’t mention liking or wanting anything without the object appearing a couple of days later. Eli liked to give her things. He liked to surprise her, and he did it often.
Her kitchen had been transformed. A gleaming new stove, the exact model she’d dreamt of, was installed there. Along with the stove was a set of cooking pots and pans, hanging now from the rack above the island. She’d ordered books and they’d arrived and were on the shelves behind her desk.
Emma called her twice. A friend. They’d chatted and laughed and made plans for coffee at Emma’s house. Life had been good – until now. Until this terrible tension had begun to coil in her gut. Until the nightmares had begun again and she couldn’t stop wondering when she would lose it all – because she would. He would come. Rafe would come for her.
She suspected Eli knew something about Rafe. Three days ago, Eli had shut down, become quiet, more watchful, his dark, brooding, moody behavior making her feel more nervous than ever. She’d waited for him to tell her something – anything at all – but he remained stubbornly silent and that only added to the terrors surrounding her nightly.
Just a half hour ago, she’d woken from her nightmare, Eli’s arms around her, his voice soothing, his hands caressing, his lips gentle on her forehead. She clung to him, to his protection, the shelter of his body, as he’d drifted back to sleep, but she couldn’t forget the echoes of the terrible moment when Rafe’s face, a mask of cold fury above her own, had forced her hands into a dying woman, smearing blood everywhere.
Emma. Eli. Emma’s children. If Rafe knew about them, they would live under a death sentence, there was no doubt in her mind. Eli drove her day and night, especially this past week, determined to get her in shape, to be able to fight in either form – human or leopard – as if he believed she could defeat Rafe.
He didn’t know Rafe. He’d never seen Rafe’s leopard. He’d never seen Rafe’s evil glowing eyes, or the madness in them. The rage. Life had not been kind to him, and she knew he was so twisted that the only peace he ever found was in other people’s pain. He enjoyed watching others suffer.