Chapter 22
Hallie
The sliding glass door opened as soon as I hung up.
“Can I join you?” It was Kaleb.
“Sure.” I put down my phone and wiped my eyes before facing him. I figured the first place people would look was my studio, so I’d escaped to the pool.
“I wanted to talk to you about a couple of things,” he said.
“That’s worrisome. Have a seat.”
He sat down beside me on the concrete as I sized him up. The dimples, the baby blues, the body. If I’d seen him in the Quarter, cruising Bourbon three months ago, I’d have had him pressed up against the back corner of a bar in fifteen minutes or less. Now? Nothing.
He tried to stop a grin, but couldn’t manage it.
“Damn.” I turned eight shades of eggplant. “I forgot you could read minds.”
“Not minds. Emotions.” He reached out to swirl his hands in the water. “Water is actually one of the ways I tune them out. But I have to be submerged.”
“Well, go ahead and dive in, because I don’t want to know what you just got from me.”
“No need. I got the same thing you’d get from me. We could’ve done some serious damage together at some point and time. But we’re where we’re supposed to be.” He acknowledged it as a fact and moved on, with no hint of flirtation or inappropriateness, passing the douche test with flying colors. “You’re in love with Dune, or close at least. Have the two of you talked about it?”
There it was again, welling up like a spring. The fear of losing him. I shook my head.
“Don’t let this overwhelm you,” he admonished. “Nothing has happened. We can still beat it.”
I stared down at my bright pink toenails in the water. “I bet you’re a pain in the ass to be friends with.”
“One of the best things about my ability is my excellent BS meter.”
“I have one of those, too.” I grinned. “Probably not as good as yours.”
“There are people behind you who have your back.”
“That’s kind of new for me. My dad is overprotective, and my mom is just a sorry human altogether.”
“We can’t be responsible for the family life doles out to us. Jack Landers is my uncle.”
“Damn.”
“I heard you on the phone with your dad. Well”—he held up one finger—“that’s not true. I felt you on the phone with your dad. That’s why I came down.”
o;It was a do-or-die situation.” Poe didn’t look at him either. He didn’t look at anyone but Hallie. “And my fault.”
“Stop,” Hallie said.
Kaleb wasn’t going to let it go. “You never told us what your exotic matter source is. You have to have it to open veils. How are you teleporting yourself or anyone else?”
“I create my own exotic matter.”
“Can other people use it, too?” Emerson asked. “Like, say, time travelers?”
Dead quiet descended on the room. Cat Rooks, Hourglass’s source of exotic matter, had betrayed us. No one with the time travel skill had been able to use it since she walked out.
“I think they can.” Poe’s attention shifted from Hallie to Emerson, and then to Michael.