Heartsong (Logan 2)

memory." "I believe you, Cary."

"I didn't want you to think I was invading your

privacy, too."

I smiled at him and he wiped the tears from his

cheek.

"I believe you, Cary. I really do."

"Well, you ate. I guess I can brag," he said. He

stood up, his eyes fixed on me, strong, loving, and

very caring. "Don't run away, Melody. Ma's angry at

Dad for what he said to you and he's feeling low. If

you just pretend he never said anything--"

"More burying of the truth?"

"Sometimes, that's easier, I suppose." "Easier, Cary, but there's always a price to pay

when we hold a funeral for honesty, isn't there?" "Maybe. All I know is I don't

want you to

leave."

"I won't leave," I said finally. "I still have some

unfinished business, like finding out who my real

father is," I added dryly.

Cary took the tray.

"I'll take it down myself," I said. "I don't need

your father complaining about me being waited on,

too." "I don't mind waiting on you," Cary said. Our eyes met again and the memory of our

kisses and caresses upstairs in his attic workshop

rushed back over me. I felt a flush come into my face,

a tingling up and down my body. It was almost an

ache, a craving, and it was so strong, it actually

frightened me. Yet for all the warmth that flooded

through me, I still felt an eerie chill as I thought of

Cary's odd behavior and feelings for his sister.