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“Look,” he said. “It happened because of the vision. And instead of being worried about it, we should be trying to figure out if maybe we got anything from the vision to help us.”

“You’re right,” she said.

“Wow, can I have that in writing?” he asked with sarcasm.

She frowned and closed the dairy. The entries were about a boy she liked and what her girlfriends did. And it sort of broke Della’s heart because the relationship between Natasha and Amy and Jennifer seemed so special. Special like her relationship with Miranda and Kylie.

What had happened to these girls? Were they still missing Natasha?

“I don’t remember much of the vision,” Della said.

“I could see better this time,” Chase said. “I don’t know if that means there was more light in there, or if the ghost let us see.”

“I could see better, too. And I guess it could be either.” Della tried to remember details. “Liam had a cut over his brow.” She let her mind go back to the vision, trying to put the pieces back together. “He got it defending Natasha.”

“From who?” Chase asked, as if Della might hold a key to finding them.

And damn it, she wished she did. “I don’t know, I just … Natasha thought about the fight, and I saw him being hit, and her trying to stop it and her feeling guilty. What was Liam thinking about?” she asked.

He cut his eyes at her, looking almost guilty.

“Oh, hell! Why did I even ask? All you were thinking about was getting her naked, right?” She let out a low growl.

“Hey, it was him. Not me.” He looked back at the road. “And I don’t think he was the only one into it.”

Della couldn’t deny it. Natasha had wanted Liam, too. She just wished Natasha’s wanting hadn’t led to her groping Chase’s ass.

“She had a tattoo,” Chase said, shifting gears.

“She doesn’t seem the type to get a tattoo,” Della said.

“Well, she had one. On her shoulder.” Della suddenly remembered seeing one on Liam’s shoulder as well. Oddly, she recalled Natasha tracing it with her finger, knowing it was there, when Della could hardly see it.

“That’s strange,” Della said.

“What’s strange?”

A ring sounded in the car. She put their conversation on hold and pulled her cell out of her pocket. Her heart took a nosedive.

Don’t let it be Steve.

When she saw it wasn’t Steve, her heart rose back up. Then went right back down. He hadn’t called her. Probably wasn’t going to call her. Just like Perry. But damn, that hurt.

Staring at the phone, she forced herself to speak. “It’s Burnett.”

Chase readjusted in his seat, making the leather crinkle. “Making sure we haven’t done something stupid, no doubt.”

“We did do something stupid,” she said.

“That wasn’t stupid.” He looked at her with a sexy hooded-eye grin. “Hate me if you want, but I enjoyed it.”

She growled at him. “See, you are like every other guy. All you think about is sex. I was talking about going inside their house.”

“Oh, then that was definitely not stupid. We found out what we needed to know.”

She agreed with him, but couldn’t stop from making a point. “It would have been stupid if we’d gotten caught.”

“But we didn’t,” he said. He looked at the road and then back. “And that’s not all I think about. Not with you.”

“Right.” She looked back at the ringing phone.

“You’d better answer or he’ll have an aneurism.”

She cut him a disapproving look. “You need to get over your animosity toward Burnett.”

“He’s way overprotective.”

“Because he cares.” She answered the call. “Hey,” she said into the phone.

“Where are you at?” Burnett’s voice boomed out of her phone into the car.

Della picked up a shitload of tension, but decided to ignore it and hope it was just the vampire’s normal I’m-worried-therefore-I-roar voice.

“Just left the Owens’ house about fifteen minutes ago.”

“And?”

“It’s her,” Della said, feeling Chase looking at her. And unable to stop herself, she shifted her eye to him. He looked concerned and held out his hand as if saying he was willing to do the talking. She shook her head.

“And the parents? You didn’t rock the boat?” The question came off almost defensive.

Maybe a little. “We didn’t turn the boat over,” she answered, hoping to talk around a lie.

“Then friggin’ explain to me why the cops are on their way there now?”

Chapter Twenty-five

Della reluctantly explained everything to Burnett. Yeah, he’d been pissed that they’d gone into the house, but not as pissed as she thought he’d be. It seemed he had obviously done a little breaking and entering of his own in the past. Why else hadn’t he gone ballistic?

She wondered if the reason Burnett and Chase butted heads so much was because they were just too much alike. She recalled how Kylie had told her the reason she and Burnett were so confrontational was because they had similar traits. That had been Kylie’s way of saying they were both hardheaded punks who didn’t think before they spoke.

Was that the same reason she and Chase butted heads? No, they were not at all alike. He was a pain in the ass.