Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

I can't sleep very well and if I read something I remember it, so I spend a lot of nights reading textbooks."

    "Wow," Joley exclaimed, her smile wide and for the first time, real. "You really are a geek, aren't you?
    I've never really known a geek very well—with the exception of Libby, but she doesn't count because she's my sister."

    "So out of all the suspects"—Sarah brought the conversation back on track—"which one does your gut say is responsible for getting these pictures in a magazine?"

    He hesitated, a slight frown on his face. "That's a good question, Sarah, and I wish I had an answer. I'm used to people not liking me, but as far as I know, I've never had anyone want to kill me or smear my reputation. Someone tampered with my motorcycle and I think whoever took those pictures had to be the one who rigged my bike."

    Sarah looked at Libby. She put her hands in the air. "The only one I can think would be after me personally is Edward Martinelli and I've never met him. I guess I need to talk to the man. At least face-to-face I might be able to judge if he's really trying to kill me."

    "You're not serious," Tyson said. There was a warning note in his voice.

    "Be still my heart." Joley clutched her chest and fell backward on the couch. "Who knew the scientific types could go all caveman on a girl?"

    "It's annoying," Libby protested.

    "It's sexy as hell and you know it," Joley said.

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    "I'd like to see someone get caveman with you, Joley." Libby nudged her hard. "You'd flatten the poor guy. He wouldn't know what hit him."

    Joley grinned, not bothering to deny it. "The thrill would still be there for one small second before I annihilated him. I do love a strong man. You go, Tyson."

    "Stop encouraging him in Neanderthal behavior. Just because you're kinky doesn't mean the rest of us are."

    "No," Sarah denied. "We are."

    "You’re not helping," Libby said, glaring at her sisters. "Ty, don't listen to any of them. They're all little Hagathas."

    He burst out laughing, the sound startling him. He was in the middle of a group of crazy sisters and they were talking sheer nonsense and he was actually enjoying himself. He'd never felt part of anything—not even at the fire station in the midst of the camaraderie. He was always too odd. The Drakes didn't seem to care that he was odd. Even Sarah was coming around. "Hagatha?"

    "That's what we call each other when we're being, er, witchy," Libby explained. "Speaking of witches, Hannah must be at the hospital with Jonas again. How's he doing? I planned on seeing him not tomorrow, but the day after. That should give me plenty of time to rest before I give him another boost."

    Tyson's gaze narrowed on her face and the smile faded. "What do you mean by giving him a little boost?"

    Libby frowned at the edge to his voice. "Jonas was very seriously injured. By rights he should be dead."

    "He would be if Libby hadn't healed him," Kate informed him. "Even Elle and Hannah together could never have saved him. Only Libby."

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    "And it nearly killed her," Sarah added soberly.

    "Which is precisely why she doesn't need to be doing it again," Tyson said. He scowled at them. "Jonas is in the hospital getting excellent medical care. My understanding is that he's out of danger and is expected to make a full recovery."

    "In time," Libby interrupted.

    "A full recovery," Tyson repeated. "You don't have to risk your own health to speed up his recovery process. You saved his life. That should be enough, and I'll bet, if you ask him, he'd tell you not to take the risk."

    "It isn't the same thing," Libby explained. The commanding note in his voice might be a thrill to Joley, but it was beginning to set her teeth on edge. Tyson wasn't joking. He meant what he said and he was, without so many words, attempting to forbid her to further aid Jonas.

    "Jonas is family, Ty," she reminded him quietly. "I would never let him suffer if I can help him, any more than I would one of my sisters or you."

    Tyson opened his mouth to protest, but closed it abruptly as realization swept through him for the first time. His ribs didn't hurt. He couldn't remember when they'd stopped hurting. His arm and hand no longer ached. When had she done that? Without any fanfare, without any discussion, Libby had completely healed him… from the smallest