Dream Eyes

front of the entrance to the inn. His blond mane fluttered in the soft breeze. He glanced impatiently at the expensive black watch on his wrist. When he looked up, he spotted Judson’s SUV pulling into the parking lot. His relief and impatience were plain on his handsome face.
    “I knew he wouldn’t give up easily,” Gwen said. “But I was hoping he would wait a while before he started pestering me again.”
    Judson eased the SUV into one of the empty slots and shut down the engine. “Are you going to talk to him?”
    “Are you kidding? Of course I’ll talk to him. It will take a while to get a psychic investigation agency up and running. In the meantime I need the income from those
Dead of Night
scripts.” Gwen unbuckled the seat belt, opened the door and hopped out of the front seat. “It’s just that I’m a little busy at the moment. With luck I can convince him to be patient.”
    “I don’t think so,” Judson said.
    He was not looking at her. His attention was fixed on the entrance to the inn. She followed his gaze and saw Wesley striding toward the SUV.
    “It’s about time you showed up, Gwen,” Wesley said. “I need to talk to you. “It’s important. I’ve come up with a dynamite concept for
Dead
. It will take the series in a new direction.”
    “Okay, give me a minute,” she said.
    She opened the rear-seat door and reached inside with both hands to haul the cat carrier out of the vehicle. Max grumbled and flattened his ears.
    “It’s your own fault you didn’t get to stay here and enjoy room service while we went out,” Gwen reminded him. “This is what you get for frightening housekeepers.”
    Judson came around the front of the SUV, somehow managing to make it appear that he was unaware of Wesley’s presence.
    “I’ll take Max,” Judson said.
    “Thanks.” Gwen gave him the heavy carrier. “I’ll talk to Wesley in the lobby.”
    “I’ll escort Max upstairs,” Judson said. “Don’t leave the inn.”
    “I won’t,” she promised.
    Judson finally deigned to acknowledge Wesley’s existence with a fractional inclination of his head.
    “Lancaster,” Judson said evenly.
    Wesley frowned impatiently. “I see you’re still around, Coppersmith.”
    Judson ignored him. Instead, he angled his head and gave Gwen a quick, possessive kiss that caught her by surprise. He didn’t bother to wait for a response. Instead, he straightened and gave her a narrow-eyed look.
    “Don’t be long,” he said. “Got a lot to do this afternoon.”
    He headed for the lobby entrance, gripping the cat carrier in one hand as though it was weightless. Gwen watched him with a mix of irritation and amusement.
    Wesley watched Judson, too, his jaw very tight. “Someday you’ll have to tell me what you see in Coppersmith.” He paused deliberately. “Besides the Coppersmith family money, that is.”
    “You know, insulting me and the man I’m currently dating is probably not the best way to start this conversation.”
    Wesley grimaced. “I know. Sorry about that. It’s just that I really need your help at the moment, and I’m getting the feeling that Coppersmith is doing his best to stand in my way.”
    “You and I have a business relationship,” she said. “Judson understands that. The tearoom is empty at this time of day. Why don’t we talk in there? I’m sure the staff won’t mind if we use one of the tables for a private conversation.”
    “Fine.”
    She led the way through the lobby and into the quiet tearoom. She took a seat at a table near the window. Wesley sat down across from her.
    “Where have you been?” he asked. “I waited nearly an hour and a half for you to show up.”
    “I had no idea that you were back in Wilby. Why didn’t you call to make an appointment?”
    “I tried. Your phone was off.”
    Belatedly she remembered she had turned off her phone when they went to Nicole’s shop.
    “Sorry, my fault,” she said. “We’ve been busy. She dove into the tote, took out the phone and switched it back on. She glanced at the list of missed calls. “You called six times?”
    “I was starting to get worried, if you want to know the truth.”
    She dropped the phone back into the bag. “About what?”
    “In case you’ve forgotten, two women were recently found dead in this very small town within the past forty-eight hours. This morning you went missing.”
    “I wasn’t missing.”
    “No one here at the inn knew where you were. All anyone could say for sure