"Yes, and it gets colder. Once there were children, there was no more need for him, so his death was, in my opinion, something she saw as right, even just. "
Her color drained, leaving her face white and horrified. "If you're suggesting she somehow caused - "
"No. " He reached out, laid his hand over hers. "No. Her limitations are this house, the grounds. I'm no expert in the paranormal, but that's what works. That's what makes sense. Whatever she is, or has, is centered here. "
"Yes. " Relaxing again, she nodded. "I've never experienced, or heard of anyone experiencing anything regarding her beyond the borders of my land. I would have. I'm certain I'd know, or have heard if there'd been anything. "
"She's bound to this place, and maybe to this family. But I doubt the grief you and your sons felt when John died touched her. And she can be touched. We saw that with Stella last spring when she communicated with her as a mother. We saw it tonight, when you laid it on the line to her. "
"All right. " She nodded, reached for her wine. "All right, I'm following you, so far. "
"When you began to socialize again, to see men, even to have lovers, she was only mildly annoyed. Disapproving, as you said. Because they didn't matter to you, not deeply. They weren't going to be a part of your life, of this house, not for the long run. "
"You're saying she knew that?"
"She's connected to you, Roz. She knows what's inside you, at least enough to understand what you think and feel, things you might not say out loud. "
"She gets inside my head," she said softly. "Yes, I've felt that. I don't like it. But what happens to your theory when you add Bryce? I married him. He lived here. And though she acted up a few times, there was nothing extreme, nothing violent. "
"You didn't love him. "
"I married him. "
"And divorced him. He wasn't a threat to her. It seems she knew that before you did. At least before you consciously knew it. He was . . . superfluous, let's say, to her. Maybe it was because he was weak, but for whatever reason, still, no threat to her. Not from her view. "
"And you are. "
"Clearly. We could suppose it has to do with my work, but that doesn't jibe. She wants us to find out who she was, what she was. She just wants us to work for it. "
"You seem to know her very well, on short acquaintance. "
"Short, but intense acquaintance," he pointed out. "And understanding the dead is part of my work. It's actually the part - the personalizing - that makes it the most compelling for me. She's angry that you've allowed me into your life, into your bed. "
"Because you're not weak. "
"I'm not," he agreed. "And also because I matter to you, or I will. I'm going to make sure of it. Because what we're moving toward, you and I, is important. "
"Mitch, we're having an affair, and while I don't take that lightly, I - "
"Rosalind. " He laid his hand over hers, kept his eyes on hers. "You know very well I'm falling in love with you. Have been since the minute I opened my apartment door and saw you standing there. Scares the hell out of me, but that doesn't change it. "
"I didn't know. " She drew back, and her hand pressed on her heart, ran up to her throat and back again. "I didn't, and that makes me as oblivious as Hayley. I thought we had a great deal of attraction for each other, and mutual respect along with . . . what are you grinning at?"
"You're nervous. I've never seen you nervous. How about that?"
"I'm not nervous. " She stabbed at the last bite of her chicken. "I'm surprised, that's all. "
"Scared's what you are. "
"I'm certainly not. " With some heat, she shoved back from the table. "I'm certainly not. All right, I am. " She pushed to her feet when he laughed. "Yes, that should please you. Men love putting women into a state. "
"Oh, bullshit. "
There was a ring of steel, even through the humor. Intrigued by both, she turned back. "You're an awfully confident individual. "
"You meant that as a compliment the first time you said it. This time you meanarrogant , and right back at you, honey. "
With that, she laughed. Then pressed her fingers to her eyes. "Oh, God. God, Mitchell, I don't know if I've got it in me for anotherimportant relationship. They're so much damn work. Love can be, should be, so consuming, so demanding. I just don't know that I've got the stamina, or the heart, or the generosity. "