CHAPTER 4
Robby paced across the courtyard. "Bugger. Bloody hell."
He glanced at Olivia, and a mixture of anger and futility surged through him. Damn it to hell. Just when he had his hopes up, everything came crashing down. For a few minutes he'd actually believed that his future could hold more than revenge and violence, and it had felt good.
He'd found a woman who was beautiful, clever, and adorable. She made him laugh. She opened a world of new possibilities, and to his surprise, he wanted it.
Even more surprising, she seemed to like him. He was definitely taken with her. She had soft brown eyes, thick black lashes, a perfect oval face, small straight nose, enticing pink mouth, all framed with a riot of black curls that made him want to dive in.
And she was so much more than a classic beauty. She was brave, witty, and kind. He couldn't recall ever laughing or smiling so much. For the first time in many years, he'd felt...blessed.
But the last surprise had been on him. He wasn't blessed. He was cursed.
He stopped at the wall and gazed at the dark sea, his gut churning like the waves. "Did ye think I wouldna figure it out? Ye can call Angus and tell him to piss off."
"I don't know Angus."
He whipped around to glare at her. "Of course ye do. He sent ye here."
She rose to her feet with a skeptical look. "The only Angus I've ever seen are cows, and they've never told me where to go."
Robby snorted. "Either Angus or Emma sent ye here. Ye're probably no' even Greek. Is yer name really Olivia?"
"Yes, it is. And I never claimed to be Greek. I'm American." She planted her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "And I don't lie."
"Are ye sure? Would ye care to introduce me, then, to yer four uncles who all happen to be professional wrestlers?"
"I ought to. You deserve the thrashing they'd give you."
He arched a brow. "Bring it on."
She crossed her arms over her chest, scowling at him. "Okay. It was a slight embellishment, but just for self-protection. And now that we're being perfectly honest, I think you should leave."
He stiffened. She was rejecting him? Why was she upset? He was the one who'd been tricked into seeing a therapist. "Angus willna pay you unless ye do yer bloody therapy."
"I don't know Angus!" she shouted, then winced and glanced at the house. "We need to keep it down. I don't want to wake my - "
"Four uncles on steroids?" he growled.
She gave him a bland look. "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your therapist. You're obviously too stubborn and paranoid to listen to reason."
"I'm no' paranoid!" He wasn't sure he could deny the stubborn part.
"You think there's a big conspiracy that brought me to this island just to be your therapist. That's paranoid, not to mention totally self-absorbed."
"Bloody hell. They sent ye here to insult me?"
"Paranoid," she muttered under her breath. "Who are 'they'? Aliens from another galaxy? Talking Angus cows who demand we eat more chicken?"
"Doona mock me, woman. Angus is my grandfather."
"Woman?"
He scowled at her. "I noticed. A man would have to be crazy no' to. And I'm no' crazy."
She gave him a dubious look. "You think your own family is out to get you."
Bugger. He was sounding paranoid. But it was too much of a coincidence that Angus and Emma had wanted him to see a psychologist, and then one magically appeared. "Ye swear Angus dinna send ye here?"
"I swear. I told you, I work for the FBI. I specialize in criminal psychology, so you're of no interest to me." She gave him a wry look. "Unless you're a criminal."
He cocked a brow at her. "Did Sean Whelan send you?"
"I don't know him."
"He works for the CIA."
"So the CIA is out to get you, too?"
He gritted his teeth. "I'm no' paranoid!"
"Maybe you should check the lemon trees," she whispered, pointing in their direction. "They could be bugged."
"Woman - " He paused when her brown eyes flashed. Lord Almighty, she was beautiful. "Maybe I should strip you to check for bugs."
Her cheeks turned a rosy pink. "Maybe you should leave."
He swallowed hard. What the hell was he doing? "I-I apologize. I wouldna strip you." Tonight.
She refused to look at him and motioned to the stairs.
He trudged toward them. What a fool he was. Accusing her of working for Angus, insulting her.
The stairwell loomed before him, dark and ominous. He hesitated, suddenly feeling like the stairs descended into the pits of hell itself. Could he return to a life filled with nothing but rage and revenge?
No laughter. No flirtation. No Olivia.
His heart sank with a heavy sense of loss. "I'm truly sorry, lass. I dinna mean to insult you."
He glanced at her and noted the tears in her eyes.
"Doona be sad. 'Twas my fault for reacting so badly to yer job. I'm sure ye're a verra fine psychologist. I just doona want to talk about certain...things. I see no point in opening old wounds."
She sighed. "I understand. But it doesn't...change anything. You might as well go."
She looked so defeated, and he had no idea why. He hated to see her this way. "Why are ye so sad?"
She rubbed her brow as if her head hurt. "Things never work out for me. They all go."
"Who?"
"Men. Dates. I get my hopes up, then they learn the truth about me and hightail it away as fast as they can."
He studied her curiously. He'd thought he was the one with the dark secret. He inhaled deeply of her scent. Not a shape-shifter. Deliciously sweet as only a mortal could be. Blood Type A negative. "Ye're verra clever and beautiful. I canna imagine why any man would leave you."
"That's kind of you to say, but..." She took a deep breath and released it with a whoosh. "I'm an empath. I can sense people's feelings. I even see them in color if the emotions are really strong."
He winced. "Ye know what I'm feeling?" He'd been fighting a major case of lust all evening.
"It gets even worse," she continued. "I can tell when people are lying, like a human lie detector. Comes in real handy in my line of work, but it's the pits for personal relationships. The minute a guy lies to me, I tell him to hit the road."
Just like she was doing to him. Robby thought back over their conversation. He might have hedged a few times, but he'd actually told her more about himself than he'd originally intended. She'd been so easy to talk to. "I dinna lie to you, lass."
She bit her lip, frowning.
"Since I'm no' a liar, ye must want me to leave because ye think I'm crazy? I'm no' crazy. Yer lie detecting skills should tell you I'm speaking the truth."
She shifted her weight. "I don't think you're crazy. You have some baggage, obviously, that you're dealing with, but we all do."
"Then...we should be all right."
She gave him an incredulous look. "Doesn't my gift disturb you? Guys are usually out the door right after I tell them. Some would be halfway to another island by now."
He shrugged one shoulder. "'Tis an odd ability, I grant ye that, but I-I'm no' in a position to cast stones for being different."
She still looked stunned. "You're okay with it?"
"Aye. I'd like to see you again."
"I-I can't. I'm sorry."
It hurt more than he expected. Dammit, why would she reject him? She didn't know he was undead. She didn't think he was crazy. He'd been honest, so she couldn't have caught him in a lie. But if he kept seeing her, wouldn't he have to lie at some point? And then she would know.
Unless...A niggling suspicion crept into his thoughts. "What am I feeling now?"
Her eyes widened. "I would say you're...annoyed."
Not even close. His heart was aching at the thought of never seeing her again. He stepped toward her. "Ye're no' sensing me, are ye?"
Her face paled. "I'd rather not talk about - "
"Since ye value honesty so much, ye should tell me the truth."
She looked away with a grimace. "Okay. I can't sense you at all. And I don't know why. It's never happened to me before."
Obviously, she'd never met the Undead before. "Ye canna tell if I'm lying?"
"No." Her shoulders drooped. "It's terrible. I've never felt so...blind."
"Lass, 'tis no' that bad. We're in the same boat. I canna tell if ye're lying either."
She snorted. "You knew the four uncles was a lie."
He smiled. "I dinna hold it against you. I thought it was understandable and...adorable."
Her mouth fell open, and it struck him like an invitation. Lord Almighty, he wanted to kiss her. He took another step toward her.
She stepped back, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink. "I'm sorry, but I can't get involved with someone I can't read."
A spurt of anger shot through him. He was accepting her even though she was a therapist. Why the hell wouldn't she accept him? "Lass, we were having a grand time, joking and laughing. Ye doona need special abilities to recognize how happy we were."
Her eyes glimmered with tears. "I enjoyed it, too. But I can't have a relationship with someone I can't trust."
Of all the complaints to lodge against him, this had to be the absolute worst. "Ye - ye think I canna be trusted?" His voice rose to a shout.
Her eyes widened. She moved closer to the grape arbor.
"Bloody hell." He paced away, fighting to control his anger, but it was obvious that he was pissed. She grabbed hold of the cricket bat.
"Lass, I willna hurt you." Damn it to hell. First he'd insulted her, and now he was frightening her. There was no help for it. He would have to explain. Otherwise she would never understand. "I dinna want to tell you this, but...I was in battle one night with the enemy. And I was captured."
She drew in a quick breath.
He looked away, ashamed to admit he'd been a victim. "They wanted information about my comrades. When I refused to talk, they...tortured me. For two nights."
The bat she was holding fell onto the tile floor with a clatter.
He turned to her. "I told them nothing. I wouldna betray my friends. They burned me, cut me, broke my fingers, shattered my feet - "
She covered her mouth with a trembling hand, but a strangled whimper escaped.
He stepped toward her. "I dinna betray my friends. I prayed for death so I wouldna betray them."
"I'm so sorry," she breathed.
"I doona want yer pity, lass."
"But I am sorry."
"Bloody hell, I dinna want to tell you." He paced away. "Now ye'll look at me like some poor weakling who was fool enough to get captured - "
"No." She stepped toward him. "Don't you dare blame yourself. It wasn't your fault."
He groaned. There she went with the therapy. "Olivia, I only told you so ye'd understand how much I value loyalty. I would rather die than betray my friends and family. Ye'd be hard pressed to find any man in the world as trustworthy as I."
Her mouth curled up. "Or as modest."
He smiled. "There, ye see. Ye read me quite well, so I doona think ye need yer special powers with me."
She hooked a curly tendril behind an ear. "Maybe. I don't know. This is so...strange."
"Ye can trust me, lass. May I see you tomorrow night?"
Her eyes met his with a searching glance. The lust he'd battled all evening returned at full force. He stuffed his fists into the pockets of his hoodie to keep from grabbing her. Lord Almighty, he wanted to kiss away her doubts.
His gaze dropped to her pink mouth. So soft and sweet. Everything was slowly becoming tinted with pink, which could only mean his eyes were turning red. A sure sign that he desperately wanted her. She licked her lips, and he closed his eyes, praying for control.
"All right," she whispered.
Thank God. He opened his eyes and found her gaze drifting over his body. She wanted him. He didn't need any empathic powers to feel the heat coming from her. He could hear her heart pounding. Maybe he could steal a kiss after all. He stepped toward her, lowering his gaze to her feet so his red glowing eyes wouldn't frighten her.
"I'll see you tomorrow." She turned and dashed into the house.
He took a deep breath to calm his raging lust. "Olivia," he whispered, simply because he liked hearing it. He liked the way it rolled off his tongue. She was so beautiful. Unique. Worth fighting for every step of the way.
His eyes slowly returned to normal, and he headed toward the stairs with a growing sense of triumph. She'd tried to reject him, but he'd persevered and emerged victorious. Fate was on his side after all.
By the time he reached the beach, Robby was grinning. He'd see her again. Flirt again. Laugh again.
Life was good. He'd found Olivia.
"I thought you'd never get up." Eleni Sotiris frowned when her granddaughter wandered into the kitchen shortly before eleven the next morning. "Are you still not sleeping well?"
"No, 'fraid not." Olivia yawned. She'd spent most of the night tossing and turning, replaying her meeting with Robby MacKay over and over in her mind. And after re-creating the scene faithfully a dozen times, she'd started fantasizing alternative endings. What if she'd let him kiss her?
She fixed a cup of hot tea while her grandmother sat at the table chopping an onion into tiny bits.
Eleni scraped the onions into a mixing bowl filled with ground meat. "Are you still worried about that bad man? You never told me about him."
"It's not him." That was one good thing about Robby MacKay. He'd completely taken her mind off Otis Crump. Olivia peered at the contents in the mixing bowl. "Is that hamburger?"
"A little beef, a little lamb. Some tabouli." Eleni peeled some cloves of garlic. "Don't you recognize the stuffing for dolmades?"
Olivia sat across from her grandmother and sipped some tea. She could lie, but her grandmother would know. "I guess not."
Eleni gave her a worried look. "You remember how to make dolmades, don't you?"
"Not really." It had been years since she had tried stuffing grape leaves. Her attempts had always turned out messy and lopsided.
Her grandmother clicked her tongue disapprovingly as she chopped garlic. "How will you make a proper Greek wife if you don't know how to cook? What have you been doing with yourself?"
"I went to college. Got a master's degree. Went to Quantico for training. Been chasing down bad guys." She gave her grandmother a wry look. "You know, the usual girly stuff."
Eleni's mouth twitched. "It'll take a special husband to keep up with you."
Olivia's thoughts immediately snapped to Robby MacKay. He was definitely special. She'd tried to scare him away, but he'd refused to give up on her.
Eleni scraped the minced garlic into the mixing bowl. "I need some fresh parsley." She grabbed a pair of scissors and headed out the back door to the patio.
Olivia sipped her tea and noted that the red rosebud had opened. After Robby had left, she'd returned it to the vase on the kitchen table. Its sweet scent competed with the onions and garlic of Yia Yia's cooking.
She wondered how long the rose could last. And how long a relationship with Robby could last. In two weeks she'd be accompanying her grandmother to Houston for the Christmas holidays. And then she'd be returning to her job in Kansas City. It seemed highly doubtful that she'd ever see Robby again once she left Patmos.
She sighed. Why should she let it bother her? The relationship was doomed anyway. She could never get involved with a man she couldn't read. She would never know if he was being completely truthful.
Still, there were a few facts she could believe. One, he was extremely handsome. Two, she was hopelessly attracted to him. She felt fairly certain that his story was honest. He was a soldier who'd been captured and tortured for two days. That sent a shudder down her spine.
Could he have made up the story to gain her sympathy? Yes. But his reluctance to tell her had seemed real. And the pain in his eyes had seemed real. Too bad there was no computer or Internet at Yia Yia's house so she could run a check on him.
She was tempted to believe him. She wanted to believe him. If he'd really survived being tortured, it explained a lot: his reluctance to admit that he'd been traumatized. His tendency to be suspicious and paranoid.
It wasn't surprising that his family wanted him to see a therapist. And it wasn't surprising that he'd be averse to it. Who would want to relive such an experience? No doubt a big, strong guy like Robby found it humiliating to admit he'd been victimized and totally helpless.
With a gulp, Olivia realized his physical wounds might have healed, but the wound to his pride was still raw. She'd smacked his pride badly when she'd implied he couldn't be trusted.
Eleni marched back into the kitchen with a bouquet of parsley clutched in her hand. "We're having dolmades, spanakopita, lamb, and salad for dinner. I'll need your help." She rinsed off the parsley in the kitchen sink.
Olivia winced. She had a bad feeling about this. "That seems like a lot of food just for the two of us."
Eleni sat across from her and chopped the parsley. "I invited Spiro for dinner. Dolmades are his favorite."
Olivia groaned. "Does he speak English?"
"A few words." Eleni added the chopped parsley to the mixing bowl. "I can tell you're annoyed with me, but don't worry. The language of love doesn't need words."
Olivia snorted, then sipped some tea. She doubted it would do any good to complain.
Eleni dug her hands into the mixing bowl to combine all the ingredients. "We'll be busy for a few hours. Why don't you tell me about the bad man who's got you so worried?"
Olivia sighed. "He can't bother me here." She hoped. "He's in prison."
"Prison? What did he do?"
"He raped and murdered thirteen women."
Eleni made a sound of disgust. "I don't know how you can deal with such terrible people."
Otis Crump was more than terrible. Olivia interviewed lots of criminals, but she'd never felt like she'd come face-to-face with evil incarnate until she'd met Otis. "I'd rather not talk about him." She didn't want her grandmother exposed to all the gruesome details.
Eleni shook her head, making tsking noises as she readied the grape leaves. "All right. Now you watch, so you'll know how to do it." She spooned a dollop of the meat mixture onto a grape leaf, folded over the stem, then the sides, and rolled it up.
Olivia wanted to shove all thoughts of Otis out of her mind, so she took the rose from the vase and held it up to her nose. The scent filled her head, reminding her of Robby.
"You're not watching me," Eleni admonished her. Her eyes narrowed. "Your emotions have suddenly changed for the better."
Olivia smiled as she stroked the velvet rose petals. "Last night I met the guy who left this."
"Your secret admirer? Who is he?"
"His name is Robert Alexander MacKay. Robby for short."
Eleni looked confused. "He doesn't sound Greek."
"He's Scottish." When her grandmother gave her a blank look, she elaborated. "You know, Scotland? Plaid kilts and bagpipes?"
Eleni pursed her lips. "He's from an island?"
"Yes."
"Hmm. Then he can't be too bad." She rolled another grape leaf. "Did he come here? Why didn't I meet him?"
"It was after midnight. You were asleep."
"Why so late? Is he some kind of smuggler?"
"No. He jogs at night. I saw him the first night I was here. And he saw me. From a distance. We didn't talk. Then the next night, he left this rose."
"Hmm." Eleni frowned as she stuffed another grape leaf. "And you talked to him last night?"
"Yes. In the courtyard."
"He didn't try any nonsense, did he?"
"No. He seemed...really nice." Olivia returned the rose to the vase. "He told me I was brave and beautiful, just like Grandpa told you."
"That's good." Eleni tilted her head. "Now I'm sensing worry and fear. What's wrong?"
Olivia took her teacup to the sink and rinsed it out. She knew her emotions were waffling back and forth. One minute she was basking in the warm glow of her attraction to Robby, and another, she was backing off in cold fear. "I told him about my abilities."
"How did he take it?"
"He...seemed all right with it."
"Seemed? Couldn't you tell how he was feeling?"
"No, I couldn't." Olivia strode to the table. "Has that ever happened to you? Have you ever met anyone you couldn't read?"
Eleni shook her head slowly. "No. Never."
A chill tickled the back of Olivia's neck. "Doesn't that strike you as really strange?"
"I suppose. This is...making you fear him?"
With a groan, Olivia sat and rested her elbows on the table. "A little, yes. I thought if I told him I could detect lies, he would make a run for it. But he didn't."
"You tried on purpose to scare him away?"
"Yes."
Eleni regarded her with narrowed eyes. "Child, you're not making any sense. Didn't you tell me you have trouble dating because you always know when a man is lying?"
"Yes."
"So you don't want to date men you can read, and now you don't want to date the man you can't read. You have two choices, and you're rejecting them both."
Olivia winced. She hated to admit it, but Yia Yia was making a good point. "I didn't realize I would ever have a choice. Robby caught me completely off guard. I simply reacted emotionally."
"With fear."
"Yes, with fear. It was scary as hell!"
"Watch your language, young lady."
Olivia groaned and rubbed her forehead. "I need to analyze the situation and figure out the pros and cons, so I can arrive at a logical course of - "
"Child," Eleni interrupted her. "Sometimes, you don't need to think."
"I always think things through. I've spent years honing my ability to analyze any given - "
"Do you like him?" Eleni asked.
"Yes, but - "
"You find him attractive?"
"Yes, but - "
"Then, it's settled." Eleni waved a hand in dismissal. "There are no buts."
"There are, too! I don't know if I can trust him. I don't know what he's feeling."
Eleni shrugged and started rolling another grape leaf. "He came to see you because he wanted to meet you. That means he was attracted to you. Did he ask to see you again?"
"Yes. Tonight."
"Then he is still attracted to you. It's not brain surgery, you know."
Olivia slumped in her chair. Was she overanalyzing again? "I won't know if he lies to me."
Eleni arranged her finished grape leaves in the bottom of a pot. "I loved your grandfather dearly, and he loved me. But there were days, bad days when I could feel more anger or resentment from him than love, and it would hurt something terrible."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
Eleni sighed. "I never speak of it because over the years he always stayed faithful. He always found a way to keep on loving me. But it was hard. There were times when I wished I couldn't tell what he was feeling. So what I'm saying is this could be a blessing for you."
Olivia swallowed hard. "I don't know. I still think it's scary."
"Of course it is." Eleni went back to stuffing grape leaves. "Everything worthwhile is scary."
"You think I should continue to see him?"
Eleni huffed. "I think you should help me with the cooking. I still have my hopes for Spiro. And my friend, Alexia - she's hoping you'll fall for her son, Giorgios."
Olivia smiled and reached for a grape leaf. She didn't care how handsome the Greek men were. They couldn't compare to Robby MacKay.
Robby had said she was brave and beautiful. There wasn't a whole lot she could do about her looks, but she could work on being brave. Tonight she'd see him again. And if he tried to kiss her, she wouldn't chicken out.