The Last Straw (The Jigsaw Files #4) - Sharon Sala Page 0,2

is impossible now, so I’m still gonna shower,” Charlie said, and left her sitting.

When he got back to his room, he shut the door between them and headed for the bathroom. Later, as he was rinsing the shampoo from his hair, he kept thinking of her—and of him—and how their lives had changed in the past few months.

Universal Theorem was responsible for all she was. But they’d become so threatened by her existence, that they’d tried to kill her. And after losing his wife, Annie, there was nothing to tie him to his previous lifestyle, which was why he was in residence at the estate where she now lived.

He owed his life to Wyrick. She was a warrior. She backed down from no one. But it appeared she’d just shocked herself. She was still evolving, and this time she’d projected the energy to create a text message and send it, while she was asleep. Freaky weird, but cool as hell. If this was the way this day was going to begin, he could only imagine what the rest of it would be like.

Unfortunately, Wyrick wasn’t as unaffected by this as Charlie seemed to be. She was still sitting on her bed, trying to come to terms with the shock of what she’d just done.

She had stunned herself. The ramifications of being able to send a text message with her mind wasn’t something she would have ever believed possible, and yet, she’d done it.

She scrubbed her face with her hands, as if trying to wipe away the reality of who she was, then got up and walked into her bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror.

I am such a freak. If I had hair, I’d be pulling it. The upside of that is, if I start growing horns, they’ll be easy to see.

Then she turned away from her own reflection and followed Charlie’s lead, stripped, tossed her pajamas in the laundry and got into the shower.

The heat of the pounding water eased the tension in her shoulders, and slowly, she began to relax. What had happened was a little startling, but considering everything else that was evolving within her, it was just one more thing to accept.

The upside of the latest revelation was Charlie. He was unflappable. As soon as she got out, she dressed in sweats and headed downstairs.

Wyrick was, in no way, a domestic goddess, but she was thinking along the lines of “feed a cold, starve a fever,” as she went. She felt weird, like she hadn’t eaten in days, and guessed food would be the first step in taking that away.

She could toast a mean waffle when the need arose, and this morning, in light of the fact that she’d just bypassed text messaging as the world knew and understood it, eating seemed like the thing to do.

By the time Charlie came down, she had coffee made, and a platter of toasted waffles on the table, with butter and syrup in containers beside them.

“Seriously, Martha Stewart?” Charlie said as he walked into the room and smelled the waffles.

She turned toward him, the fork in her hand in a gesture of defense.

“If you ever want another bear claw in your office again, you might want to shut it,” she snapped.

He grinned, but had the good sense not to respond. Instead, he poured himself a cup of coffee, waited for her to sit down and then joined her.

A brief wash of regret moved through Charlie as he thought of all the times he and Annie had sat down to breakfast like this, but because of the early-onset Alzheimer’s she had suffered, he’d lost that life with her a long time before he lost the woman.

They ate in relative silence for a few minutes, until he got up to refill his coffee and carried the carafe to the table and topped off her cup, as well.

“Did we tie up all the loose ends on the missing twins’ case?” Charlie asked.

Wyrick nodded. “The police were given all of the information you got on the guy connected to the human trafficking ring. Last I heard, they’d picked him up, but I have no idea if he turned on his people. All I know is, those girls are lucky you found them when you did. They were bound for Dubai.”

“We found them. Never belittle the online tracking you do,” Charlie said.

Wyrick said nothing, but the praise went deep. She was dedicated to never letting this man down. Even when he made her