AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Since I don’t know who he is, maybe.”
“Have ye had any trouble like this before? I hear writers have stalkers. The man who shot John Lennon was also obsessed with Stephen King.”
“I’m not Stephen King,” Kris said dryly. And she never would be.
“Still, ye never know what kind of madmen are out there until they…” He paused.
Kris filled in the blank. “Kill you?”
He glanced at the window where the curtain had been turned back to reveal just a sliver of night. “Maybe ye should leave. Go on home to … wherever home is.”
“Chicago,” Kris said, then frowned. Why had she told him that? Hell. Why not just tell him everything?
“I’m not a writer,” she said. “I’m a journalist. I do a show…” She paused and corrected herself, “Did a show called Hoax Hunters for public TV.”
Confusion flickered over his face. “I dinnae understand.”
“I expose hoaxes. Like Nessie.”
“Nessie isnae a hoax.”
“You said you’d never seen her.”
“Seeing and believing are two different things.”
“You think she’s there?”
“I do.”
“Want to help me prove it?” Kris hadn’t known she was going to say that until it popped right out of her mouth.
“Prove Nessie exists?”
“Yes.” It would be a bigger story than proving she didn’t.
“Ye know that’s been tried before?”
Kris smiled. “It hasn’t been tried by me.”
She could do this. She felt more confident proving there was a Nessie than proving there wasn’t. What was it that Edward had said?
You do realize it is impossible to prove something does not exist? You can merely prove it has not yet been found.
She suddenly understood what he’d meant.
“How will ye find her?” Liam asked.
Kris shrugged. “I’m gonna look.”
*
They slept again, and when they awoke, the sky had begun to lighten. Kris trailed her hand up Liam’s thigh.
“I have to go.” He brought her palm to his lips and pressed a kiss to the center.
“Go?” she repeated, unable to think when he did stuff like that.
“I’ll see ye tonight.”
