Her Last Goodbye Page 50

A scream split his left eardrum, and he automatically lurched a few inches away from its source.

A small fist smacked him in the head, and the night came rushing back. Next to him, Sophie thrashed, then settled onto her back. She stared straight up at the ceiling, her big eyes wide-open but unseeing. She let out a scream, the plaintive, panicked pitch disturbing Lance right down to his soul. The hair on his arm rose, and goose bumps rippled along his skin.

Was this a night terror?

Must be.

It was pretty freaking terrifying.

What should he do?

She rolled suddenly. Her heel struck his thigh in the exact spot where he’d been shot the previous year. Pain burst in Lance’s leg. He reached down and rubbed the scar tissue.

Sophie shouted, “No.” Her limbs flailed, and she screamed a few more times over the next ten minutes. Lance’s gut twisted as he watched, helpless, hoping she didn’t wake the other girls. Morgan hadn’t said whether she’d roused Sophie or not. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recalled something about not waking a sleepwalker, but had no idea if the tidbit was fact or fiction. Just when he was considering waking her, the episode seemed to pass, and she relaxed back into the pillow. One little foot stretched across the mattress to touch his leg.

But Lance would never get back to sleep now. Sophie’s screams still echoed in his head.

Would he disturb her if he got up? He eased away, inch by inch, until he slipped off the side of the bed and fell on his ass. After tucking the blankets up to her chin, he slipped his phone into the pocket of his shorts, went into the kitchen, and started a pot of tea, wishing it were coffee. There was no way Sharp’s green tea was going to cut through the haze of one hour of sleep with a screaming three-year-old. The dog didn’t even crack an eyelid as he walked by the sofa. Snoozer was no watchdog.

Obviously.

Lance checked his messages. No updates from Morgan. He debated texting her, but he wouldn’t want to wake her if she’d dropped off to sleep.

A brushing sound caught his attention. A second later, Sophie appeared in the doorway.

“You weft me.” Her lip quivered, and she clutched her stuffed horse. Her eyes were huge, full of tears, and underscored by deep, dark circles.

Oh, geez.

Guilt speared him through the belly.

This babysitting gig was going to take some practice. Lance felt like someone had dropped him in the middle of the ocean without so much as a compass to tell him which way to swim. He’d have to rely on instinct. Kids didn’t bullshit, right? So the truth was probably best when possible.

Lance squatted to her level. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake you.”

She walked right into him and rested her head against his shoulder. Her body trembled with a huge sigh, and Lance’s heart melted like a stick of butter in a hot pan. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up as he straightened. Carrying her, he went back into the kitchen and poured a cup of tea one-handed. Then he started to assemble the ingredients for his morning protein shake, only to realize there were still several hours until dawn and that there was no way he could run the blender without disturbing his other three guests. He returned the frozen berries to the freezer.

Sophie’s body was totally limp. Lance glanced down. She was sound asleep against his chest, her little butt perched on his forearm, her tiny hands clutching her stuffed horse.

Lance eased into his living room chair. He set his tea on the end table. Sophie curled up against him.

Now what?

The child was exhausted and wouldn’t sleep unless she was with him. Shifting to one side, he drank tea, checked his e-mail, and waited. He must have drifted off at some point, because when Gianna, Mia, and Ava emerged from the bedroom, dawn flooded the room with light and Lance’s neck felt like someone had beaten it with a stick. He lifted his head from the back of the chair and rolled his shoulders.

Ava and Mia’s chatter woke Sophie, who crawled out of Lance’s lap. He stood and stretched his stiff back, a pins-and-needles sensation flooding his legs.

“We’re hungry.” Ava bounced toward the kitchen, with Mia and Sophie at her heels.

Lance grabbed his mug and followed them. This was going to be a two-cup, maybe a three-cup morning. He opened the refrigerator. “How about some eggs?”

The three children stared up at him like he’d said poison.

Gianna laughed. “Do you have bread? I can make them French toast.”

“In the freezer.” Lance pointed.

She pulled the loaf out.

“Ew. It’s brown.” Ava wrinkled her nose.

“It’s oat bread,” he said. “It’s good for you.”

None of the children looked convinced.

“What are those things in it?” Mia poked at the frozen loaf.

“Sunflower seeds,” Lance said with a sinking feeling. What did kids eat?

Mia frowned. “They look like bugs.”

“How about pancake mix or flour?” Gianna asked.

“Sorry.” Since he’d embraced Sharp’s crunchy and organic diet, Lance’s kitchen was full of eggs, vegetables, seeds, and nuts.

Someone knocked on the front door. Lance checked the time. Who would be visiting at seven thirty in the morning?

“Wait here.” He went to the front door and looked through the narrow side window.

Stella’s boyfriend, Mac Barrett, held a bag of groceries. Lance opened the door.

“Sorry. Just got in a couple of hours ago.” Mac walked in. “I brought child-friendly food.”

“Thank you,” Lance said, grateful.

“You’re welcome.” Mac handed Lance the bag and took off his leather jacket. “Been there, done that with my nephew and niece.”

“Mac!” Ava and Mia raced to hug him. Even Sophie seemed pleased to see him.

Gianna took the grocery bag. “Oh, good. Pancake mix.” She went back to the kitchen.

The hungry girls trailed after her like baby vultures.

Mac hung back in the living room and spoke in a low voice. “Have you talked to Morgan this morning?”

“No. I was going to call her, but I’ve been busy.” Lance nodded toward the crowded kitchen.

“I’ll bet. I stopped at the hospital earlier. Art is out of surgery. He had a few complications because of his age, so they put him in ICU.” Mac pushed his shaggy hair out of his face. “He hadn’t regained consciousness yet when I talked to Stella last. It’s been a long night for Stella and Morgan.”

Lance’s phone vibrated and he checked the display. “That’s Morgan now.”

He turned away to answer the call. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself. How are the girls?”

“They’re fine. Gianna is making them pancakes.”

Morgan updated him on her grandfather’s condition. “Stella is still trying to get a hold of Ian. She’ll stay at the hospital for now.”

“What are you doing?” Lance asked.

“I want to find the man who broke in to my house.” Morgan sounded determined. “This wasn’t a random event. Whoever bypassed our security system knew what he was doing.”

“Harold Burns?” Lance asked.

“Maybe. The intruder said he wanted me. He wasn’t looking for cash or drugs.”

“Just tell me how I can help.”

“Mac is going to take the girls to his brother’s house after breakfast. They’ve been there before.”