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pick-me-up.”
    “I can bring you some coffee if you’re still driving.” Bree
tilted her head and gave him a warm, reassuring smile. “Wouldn’t want you
falling asleep at the wheel.”
    “Thanks, but I’m staying at the motel for a while.”
    She raised her eyebrows. “Visiting folks?”
    “Just touring. Motorcycle ride, cross-country.” Logan could
feel something nibbling at the edges of his mind. She wasn’t that strong, not
without a connection to him or to their Catalyst, but she was definitely trying
to get a read on his emotions. The fact that she was conscious enough of her
powers to do so boded well. They needed all the strength and experience they
could get.
    “Sounds like fun.” Bree tapped her pen against her notepad
again. “Well, I’ll put your order right in.”
    “Thanks.”
    Watching the gentle sway of her small hips as she walked
away, Logan tried to gather his scattered wits. He’d found her. He’d finally
found her. But what did he do now? She knew about her powers. That was a plus.
He’d have a starting point when he tried to explain things to her. But he
wasn’t ready yet. He hadn’t expected to find her so quickly. How should he
approach her?
    He needed a plan.
    He looked over at the counter again. The other woman,
Crystal, stared at him, jealousy easily read even from this distance. He
couldn’t make a scene here, with all these people. But he had to leave Sabine
with something to think about, something to consider.
    He wanted her thinking about him when he left.
    It didn’t take her long to return with his drink and food.
“That was quick.” The smell of well-seasoned meat set him salivating.
    “That’s the advantage of ordering the special. You don’t
have as long to wait with the prep time.”
    Smiling, he gave her his best trust-me-I’m-harmless look.
“It looks wonderful. You’ll have to compliment the chef.”
    She laughed, the musical sound warming cold places deep in
his heart. “Oh, I have to tell my brother that. I don’t think anyone’s ever
actually called him a chef before.”
    He shrugged but nodded toward Crystal. “The same brother she
broke up with? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, it takes guts to eat food cooked by
your ex.”
    “Nope, my younger brother.”
    “Two brothers huh?”
    “Try five.” At his surprised look, she smirked a little and
tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She gave him a quick, conspiratorial
wink. “So don’t go thinking that you can get fresh with the local waitress just
cause you’re an out-of-towner.”
    “That’s some family. I’ll keep that in mind.” He noticed a
bandage across her wrist peeking out from under her sleeve. Looking at it with
a bit of his Visionary sight, he saw a sickly green glow around the wound.
Demon or imp inflicted. How did she get that? Is she seriously hunting
demons like Ryuu saw in his vision? He reached up and took her hand.
“You’re hurt.”
    “Can’t work around food without getting the occasional
scratch or burn.” She tried to pull away but Logan wouldn’t let go.
    “You didn’t get this here, or at least I hope you didn’t.
And these kinds of wounds always heal more slowly than natural ones.” He rubbed
his thumb over the bandage, pushing with a touch of his mage magic. It was a
small scratch. It didn’t take much to clean and heal.
    She twisted her wrist out of his grip. “I don’t know what
you’re talking about.”
    “Don’t you?” Logan reached for his knife and fork and began
cutting his meatloaf, savoring the rich scent. “Like calls to like.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean by that?”
    “I’ve had quite a few scratches like that myself. They can
be nasty, savage creatures, especially if they’re working as a nest. But you
probably already know that.”
    Her powers pushed out at him, flooding around him even
though they were too weak to get a good hold. His own magic protected him from
invasion.
    “Who are you?”
    He took a bite of meatloaf