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that danger to involve guns and bullets even though there had been no evidence at all to support that.
    Now, with an older woman’s rationality, Rachel found it difficult to think of any reason Thomas might have faked his own death, any reason he would have needed to stay away for nearly a decade from those who loved him. It just didn’t make sense.
    But if it hadn’t been Thomas she had seen, alive or dead, then who was this man that might have been his twin? He knew her, or at least knew her name. Three times he had been nearby, seemingly watching her, only to vanish before she could touch him, speak to him. Who was he? What had brought him into her life, and why did he stand back as though uncertain or wary of approaching her?
    That didn’t make sense either.
    She was still arguing with herself about an hour later when a hasty knock at the door heralded Graham’s arrival. He was carrying a vase filled with her favorite yellow roses and looked very much upset.
    “Rachel—my God, are you all right?”
    Odd that he used the exact same words the stranger had.
    “I’m fine, Graham. A little bump on the head and an overly cautious doctor, that’s all. Lovely flowers, but you didn’t have to.”
    He set the vase on the table by her bed and stood staring down at her with a frown. “From what Fiona told me on the phone, I expected to find broken bones.”
    Rachel smiled. “By now you should know how Fiona exaggerates.”
    “I do. But I also checked on your car. After seeing it, I expected worse than broken bones.”
    “I’m fine, really. The air bag worked like a charm. Remind me to send a note of thanks to whoever invented the things.”
    “I’m more interested in what caused the accident.” He drew a chair close to the bed and sat down, still frowning. “How did you lose control? The police say there were no skid marks.”
    “I didn’t lose control. Well, I mean, I didn’t until the car started to slide all over the place on the grass. I had to steer it into that empty lot because I had no brakes.”
    “What? You mean they were just gone?”
    For the first time, Rachel thought about something other than Thomas, and a shiver of remembered panic crept up her spine. “The pedal felt a little spongy for an instant, then went all the way to the floor. I guess the brake line was somehow broken.”
    “I don’t see how.” Graham shook his head. “But I’ll have the car towed to a good garage and checked out bumper to bumper. And I’ll arrange for another car for you. You don’t want to drive Duncan’s Rolls, do you?”
    Rachel grimaced. “Hardly.”
    “Didn’t think so.” He smiled. “Any preferences?” “Anything but a sports car. I hate them.” “So that’s why you never want to ride in my ’Vette.”
    “That’s why,” she agreed.
    “I’ll keep that in mind.” Graham’s faint smile died, and he added very seriously, “You’re sure you’re all right?”
    “I’m sure.”
Just losing my mind, that’s all.
“The doctor wants me here for observation because I was … unconsciousfor a little while. But I’m okay. I’ll be able to go home in the morning.”
    “Then I’ll come by and pick you up—not in the ’Vette.” He got to his feet. “In the meantime, I should go and let you rest.”
    Rachel wanted to object, because she really didn’t want to be left alone with her bewildered thoughts. But she also didn’t want to explain to Graham that she had once again seen Thomas’s ghost or his twin, and he would certainly wonder if she expressed an unusual desire for his company.
    So she merely said, “Will you do me another favor?”
    “Of course I will.”
    “Stop by the house and reassure Fiona and Cam? Tell them I’m fine and I’ll see them in the morning?”
    “I’ll do that.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Don’t mention it.” He hesitated, then briefly touched her hand. “See you in the morning.”
    She nodded, and held on to her smile until the door swung shut behind him.