Red Lily

to decide what’s best for you in regards to Harper. You can’t let Amelia drive the train.”
    “It’s tough when she’s already highjacked it and put on the engineer’s hat. She was inside me, Stella. Somehow.”
    Stella got up, moved to the couch to sit beside Hayley, to drape her arm over her friend’s shoulders.

    “I am seriously freaked,” Hayley whispered.
    “Me, too.”
    S HE FELT LIKE she was tiptoeing on eggshells. Only the eggshells were sharp as razor blades. She questioned everything she did or thought or said.
    It all seemed like her, she decided as she undressed for bed. She’d tasted the pasta salad, the garden-fresh tomatoes at dinner. It was her head that had throbbed with a tension headache, and her hands that had tucked Lily into the crib.
    But just how long could she go on being so hyper-aware of every single action, every breath she took without going a little loopy herself?
    There were things she could do, and she was going to start doing them the next day. The first order of business was to weigh down her credit card with the purchase of a laptop. The Internet was probably full of information on possession.
    That’s what they’d call what had happened to her. Possession.
    What she knew about it came out of books, novels mostly. To think she’d enjoyed having her spine tingled with those kind of stories once. Maybe she could take some of the things she’d read and apply it to her situation. Though the one that came first to her mind was Stephen King’s Christine . She was a woman not a classic car, and come to think of it, the solution of smashing the car to bits didn’t seem very practical. Besides, it hadn’t really worked anyway.
    There was The Exorcist, but she wasn’t Catholic—and that dealt with demons. Still, she’d be willing to try a priest if things got any worse. In fact, the minute her head spun a three-sixty, she was heading for the nearest church.

    She was probably overreacting, she decided, and slipped on a tank and cotton shorts. Just because it happened once didn’t mean it would happen again. Especially now that she was aware. She could stop it from happening, probably. Willpower, strength of self.
    She needed to do more yoga. Who knew that yoga wasn’t the cure for possession?
    No, what she was going to do was get some air. The thunderstorm she’d wanted was just starting to lash. The wind was up, and shimmers of lightning were buzzing light against the windows. She’d throw open the terrace doors, let the wind pour in. Then she’d read something light, a nice romantic comedy, and turn her head off for sleep.
    She walked to the doors, gave them a big, dramatic yank.
    And screamed.
    “Jesus! Jesus!” Harper grabbed her before she could let out the next peal. “I’m not an ax murderer. Chill.”
    “Chill? Chill? You’re skulking around, scare my hair white, and I’m supposed to chill?”
    “I wasn’t skulking. I was just about to knock when you opened the doors. I think you may have cracked my eardrum.”
    “I hope I did. What are you doing out there? It’s just about to storm.”
    “A couple of things. The first was I saw your light and wanted to see if you were okay.”
    “Well, I was before you gave me a damn heart attack.”
    “Good.” His gaze drifted down, up again. “Nice outfit.”
    “Oh stop.” Annoyed, she folded her arms over her chest. “It’s no less than I might wear running around the yard with the kids.”
    “Yeah, I’ve noticed you running around the yard. The second is I was thinking about what happened this afternoon.”
    “Harper, I haven’t been able to think about anythingelse for hours.” Weary of it, she pushed a hand through her hair, then pressed it to her temple. “I just don’t think I can think about it any more tonight.”
    “You don’t have to, you just have to answer a question.” When he started to step inside, she gave him a good, solid shove back.
    “I didn’t ask you in. And I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be in here when I’m not really dressed.”
    His eyebrows lifted as he leaned comfortably on the doorjamb. Like he owned the place, she thought. Which, of course, he did.
    “Let me point out that you’ve been here for about a year and a half. During that time I’ve somehow managed to restrain myself from jumping you. I think I can continue that policy for another few minutes.”
    “You’re feeling pretty snarky, aren’t you?”
    “I’d say what I’m feeling