Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

and he thinks I can perform a miracle for him."

    "I wonder why he'd think that," Sam said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

    "Shut up, Sam," Ty advised. "I'm running on a thin edge and if you say anything else to Libby, your other eye is going to be swollen shut."

    "Oh, for heaven's sake." Exasperated, Libby swung her legs over the couch to put her feet solidly on the floor. "The last thing we need around here is more violence." She pushed her hair out of her face and looked at Jackson. "Don't you think it's a little bizarre that I'm always around when these things are happening?"

    "Who would want you dead, Libby?" Jackson asked.

    "I don't know, but I'm going to find out."

    Jackson's expression settled into hard lines. "You'll leave the investigation to the sheriff."

    Libby rolled her eyes. "You've been around Jonas too long, Jackson. How's the investigation coming on who tried to kill him?"

    "Why don't all of you get your things and get out of here for a while?" Jackson countered. "We need to take a look downstairs and gather as much evidence as possible."

    Libby frowned at Jackson. "You could just tell me if you'd found something instead of acting all mysterious. My hearing's coming back, thank God, and I'm leaving."

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    "Let's head back to the house, Libby. I want to make certain nobody broke in and that it's locked up properly. I haven't gone back since the other night. We left in such a hurry and afterward I was talking with Jackson and I don't remember if I locked it or not."

    "The house?" Libby hesitated. She didn't know how she felt about the house. Could she go indoors and ever feel safe again—or would she always be afraid someone was watching them?

    Tyson curled his fingers around the nape of her neck in a gentle massage to ease the tension out of her.
    "It's all right, Libby. I'm going to put the house back up for sale right away. I'm not going to have you uncomfortable in your own home."

    Libby blinked up at him, shock registering on her face. "You can't sell it, Ty. It's the most beautiful piece of property I've ever seen."

    "It doesn't matter how beautiful it is, if you're uncomfortable there. A home should be a safe haven. Like your family home. You and your sisters feel safe and protected and at peace there."

    She smiled up at him, surprised that he would have noticed. "Don't sell the house, Ty. Give it a little while and see if I feel differently." She stood up, pushing past Jackson. "I'm going to go see Jonas. Is there anything you want me to tell him?"

    "Tell him you plan on seeing Martinelli."

    "Very funny, Jackson." Libby took a tentative step. Her legs felt rubbery. The ringing in her ears faded a little, but she still felt shaky. "We don't know if he's the one doing this, but if he is, maybe he'll stop."

    "My bet's on Harry," Tyson said. "He has motive and opportunity."

    "I'll be talking to him," Jackson replied, "but don't jump to any conclusions."

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    Libby patted the chair in front of her and looked at Sam expectantly. He gave her a faint grin. "Are you sure it's safe? Isn't this what we were doing before the explosion?"

    "I'm going to do a once-over again, just to make sure the fire's completely out," Tyson said. "You two don't move. I'm afraid if I take my eyes off of you, something bad is going to happen."

    "I'll go with you," Jackson said.

    Libby shook her head. "Your poor face, Sam. I hope Jackson finds those men and locks them up. Are the ribs still hurting?"

    "They're sore," he acknowledged. "But I'm having a difficult time seeing and my nose and jaw hurt worse."

    "That's a good thing. They didn't break your jaw, but I need to fix your nose." Without waiting, she applied pressure, snapping it back in alignment.

    Stoically Sam endured her washing wounds and taping his nose. "Thanks, Libby. You didn't have to help me."

    "I'm a doctor."

    "You know what I mean."

    "Don't worry about it, Sam." Libby patted his arm.

    The ringing in her ears was definitely going away, but her headache throbbed and pounded. She wanted to quit smiling and go home where she could shut out the world for a few minutes. She pulled on her sweater and caught up her purse. Tyson could catch up with her later if he wanted.

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    She cried for no reason at all on