38
CONNOR
“You’re so tense,” Lynne noticed as she massaged my back and shoulders. “Stress?”
I brushed it off. “More strange dreams, that’s all,” I said.
“Stranger than usual?” she kissed my bare shoulder. That almost made me forget all the rubbish that was cluttering my mind. I wish it could have.
I kissed her forehead. “Now I’m being told to take you to church.”
She drew back, surprised. “Take me to church? Which one?”
“I haven’t a clue. I told you it was strange.”
My satellite phone rang then. “If it’s Edward, don’t answer it,” Lynne told me. “Every time you talk to him, you end up in a foul mood.”
“I have to talk to him this time, darlin’,” I said, pulling away from her.
She reached for the phone on the nightstand and passed it to me reluctantly. “I’ll go make some coffee,” sh
