Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

around her frantically. He had given her his heavy leather jacket, protecting her skin, but he was sitting up a distance from her, taking off his helmet, one arm dripping blood from shoulder to hand, his head swiveling around as he called out to her.

    "Just stay there," Libby commanded. "For once, do what I say."

    It was like trying to ward off a hurricane. Tyson was up and running to her, catching her in his arms to ease her back down onto the dirt at the shoulder of the road. Immediately his hands were skimming over her body, checking for signs of damage.

    Libby pushed at his chest to back him off, but he didn't appear to notice, frantic to make certain she was alright. "I’m the doctor," she snapped. "And I'm fine. I want to check you."

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    "Damn it. This is impossible," Tyson said. "Totally impossible."

    "We must have hit oil. There's grease all over my leg." She pointed to her jeans. Part of the material had shredded and along with the oil stains, there was the darkening stain of blood. "I think the oil plug loosened and came out."

    Tyson bent over his leg to inspect the gravel pitted in her flesh. He had a fair amount in his hand and arm, but his much heavier jeans had saved his leg. "I work on my motorcycle myself. There is no damned way that plug would come loose."

    "Not even with the vibrations as we rode down the highway?"

    "No way, Libby. I know that for a fact. If that's what happened, then someone tampered with the bike."

    Libby rubbed at her pounding temples. It wasn't such a stretch to think that someone had sabotaged Tyson's bike. "This evening in the garage when I saw Harry Jenkins and Joe Fielding they looked very guilty. When they saw me they both sort of straightened up, looked at one another and for some reason it really scared me."

    "Like tonight?"

    She shook her head, winced when he touched her leg and jerked it away from him. "That hurt. I'll take care of it when we get home. And no, it wasn't the same as tonight. Tonight felt…" Libby searched for a word, shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "Malicious is all I can think of. There was hatred. Whoever it was wanted us dead."

    "You don't have any old boyfriends, do you?" He drew her leg into his lap and stroked a finger down her calf just above the raw streak.

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    girlfriend of yours."

    His lips twisted into a lopsided grin that made her heart beat faster. "I didn't have girlfriends, only you."

    "Yes, you did. You didn't get to be such a great lover by reading a book. And I'd be pretty jealous if a man made love to me like that and then left me for another woman."

    "Why Libby Drake, I do believe you're threatening me."

    She jerked her leg away a second time, or attempted to, when he lightly brushed away a piece of gravel.
    "Ow! If you don't stop I'm definitely going to threaten you. I have to call my sisters."

    "We're in for a walk. The cell phones don't work along this section of road."

    "Who needs a cell phone when I have the wind?"

    She turned to face the direction of her home, lifting her arms into the air. She closed her eyes, visualizing her sisters, knowing they would be on the captain's walk, waiting for any clue that would give them a direction to find her. She'd always had that safety net, the love of her family solidly behind her. She focused and reached for them, arms up to the stars, calling the wind, directing it home with her message of need.

    Tyson watched the concentration on her face with interest. Almost at once he felt the wind begin to pick up, driving at them from the sea and heading away toward Libby's home. The wind shifted suddenly, racing back towards them at a furious rate of speed and he swore he heard feminine voices. The wind enveloped him, surrounded Libby like a living blanket, whirling and spinning as if inspecting them. It left just as fast in a sudden rush, back towards the house again.

    "Your family must wreak havoc with meteorologists."

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    thought of that. You're becoming a believer."

    "I still want to hook you up to a scan and collect all the data. Only now