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“Will do,” Ray said. “He seems like a nice young man … er, fairy.”
“Maybe give him a hand upstairs.” I looked at Nana Pratt. “And make sure he eats. I don’t want to send him home any skinnier than he already is.”
I grabbed my coat off the rack in the foyer and shrugged it on. The list was secure in my purse. The sun was bright today, and the temperature was meant to climb to a balmy fifty degrees. I contemplated dusting off my motorcycle, until my gaze snagged on a familiar silhouette outside the gate.
I stepped outside and motioned for Kane to wait there.
“Have you forgotten how to use a phone?” I asked.
“I prefer face-to-face conversations. Are you on the way out?”
“As a matter of fact, I’m beginning my Sarah hunt.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“I wouldn’t mind the company.” After my argument with West, it was nice to feel like somebody was in favor of my existence, despite his own reservations about me.
He gestured behind him. “My car is already warm.”
I smiled. “Anything to avoid Gary. I hope he doesn’t hold it against you. One day you might need him.”
“Doubtful.”
I slid into the passenger seat of the sleek sports car. Kane was right—the seat was nice and warm. It took the truck ages to heat up, if it bothered to at all.
Kane started the car. “Where to?”
I gave him the address for Sarah Stewart.
“How’s your houseguest?”
“Building a bed as we speak. The ghosts are keeping him company.” I paused. “West knows about me.”
Kane cut me a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road. “What prompted you to confide in Davies?”
“He knew enough that it seemed wise to just give him the complete story. Better than letting him fill in the blanks for himself.”
“Was it?” he asked. “Better, I mean.”
“No,” I admitted. “He trusts me less now than he did before.”
“He’s always been stubborn.”
“He has his reasons.”
Kane scoffed. “You’re defending him?”
“Not exactly, but I understand why he feels the way he does.” I snuck a peak at him. “You have concerns about me, too. It isn’t like you’re so different.”
“My concerns are vastly different.”
“How so?”
Kane’s mouth tightened, along with his hands on the wheel. “Looks like we’re here.”
He parked in the driveway, and I double-checked the house number.
“This is the neighbor’s house,” I said.
