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pulled in their thoughts.
    Fear, slow to take shape but palpable, emanated from one of them, but the other…
    “I said I’d deal with her. She’s mine! Do you understand?”
    “You’ve had enough time. We won’t stop until you get rid of her.”
    Anger streamed through him like molten lava. It hit its flashpoint in a violent explosion he couldn’t immediately control.
    “No!” He thrust out his hand in front of him, sending them into the wall. The interior of the warehouse reverberated with the impact and he watched them both hit the ground in a crumpled heap.
    Pulling huge gulps of air into his lungs, his rage dissipated. He stepped toward them.
    Going to his knees, he rolled them both over, satisfied when they stirred and sat up.
    “If you touch her again, you won’t survive. Do I make myself clear?”
    Begrudgingly, they both nodded, rubbing various parts of their bodies, still throbbing from the impact, but he had to be sure. Reaching into their minds, he listened to their stream of thought, satisfied that Olivia Morgan was safe for the time being.
    He came to his feet, feeling drained, and left the loft. He had to protect her. Perhaps the time had come to force her into his arms, but from what he knew about her, she wasn’t going to come quietly.
     
    O LIVIA STARED straight ahead, while the ER doctor shone a light in her eyes, first one, then the other.
    He stepped back and shoved his hands in the pockets of his lab coat. “You’ve got a mild concussion. No broken bones. I’d say you’re a lucky lady.”
    “Thanks. Now, when can I get out of here?”
    “I’ll sign off on the discharge papers, but you need to follow this tip sheet on head injuries. If you experience any of the symptoms, you need to return to the hospital immediately.”
    “Okay.” Olivia reached out and took the diagnostic paper from the doctor. “If I have any trouble, I promise I’ll come back.”
    He left through the curtain surrounding the cubical, and she slowly got dressed. She did feel like she’d gone a couple of rounds with a prize fighter. Tomorrow morning was going to be a bear. That’s when the bruises would show up in an ugly shade of purple. She could already feel the asphalt burns on her cheek, forearm and elbow.
    But what the hell had really happened in the middle of the street? The truth was, she should be in the ICU, but she wasn’t.
    She swallowed hard, trying to figure it out as she pulled on her blouse. It was almost as if some unseen force was standing between her and the speeding car. A wall, a barrier of some sort. A chill wiggled through her and she couldn’t deny its source. Fear. She’d only been in Black’s Cove for a solid week and she’d almost been killed twice. Most sane individuals would run screaming from this strange town.
    She was screaming, but she didn’t plan to run.
    Olivia pulled on her shoes and tied them. Folding the paperwork, she shoved it into the back pocket of her jeans and pushed back the privacy curtain.
    The ER hummed with activity. Nurses scampered around, medical equipment in hand. It was hard not to feel the rising level of tension in the air.
    Focusing on the set of double doors at the end of the corridor, she headed for the exit, but the sound of emergency tones caught her attention. She slowed her pace.
    “BC ER, unit three. We’re en route with an unresponsive female patient. Name Judy Bartholomew, age twenty-four, possible suicide attempt by ingestion. We’re ten minutes out if we beat the AOT 11:55 freight into town.”
    A train whistle, distinct and unmistakable came in over the emergency vehicles’s radio frequency and Olivia deciphered the acronym AOT, always on time.
    The nurse pressed the button on the microphone. “Copy unit three, we’ll be waiting. Any information on the drug she took?”
    “Negative. We found a couple of pills next to her on the bed, but no bottle. We’re bringing them in for analysis. Unit three clear.”
    “BC hospital,