The Twilight Before Christmas by Christine Feehan Page A

couldn’t take it back. She could still taste him, still had his scent clinging to her body, still felt a tremendous, edgy pressure, a need as elemental as hunger and thirst. She stood in the wind and lifted her face, hoping her skin would cool and that the raging need that was always inside of her would once again find rest.
    Matt took her hand and led her up the broken and uneven path to the building. She didn’t resist or pull away.
    “The structure’s sound,” she assured him as she unlocked the door. “I want to be able to incorporate as much of the original building as possible when I expand. I was thinking decks outside with some protection against the wind for the sunnier days, and indoors, a large area with chairs and small tables for reading and drinking coffee or chocolate or whatever. There’s a large stone fireplace in what must have been an office, and I’d like to keep that too if possible.”
    Kate covered her anxiety with talk, pointing out the rustic features she wanted to save and as many of the problem areas as she knew about. She was very aware of Matt’s hand holding hers securely. Twice she tried to casually disengage, but he tugged her across the room to examine a rotted section of wood near the foundation.
    “Where do the stairs lead?” He opened the sagging door and peered down into the dark interior. The stairs appeared to be very steep and halfway down he was certain the walls were dirt. “Is there a light?”
    “Of sorts,” Kate said. “It’s over the second stair down. I can’t reach the chain.”
    “Why wouldn’t it be up here?” He pulled the chain gingerly, half-expecting the light to explode. It came on, but it was a dim yellow and made a strange humming sound. “What is that?”
    “I don’t know, but the fire marshal assured me it was safe in here.” She smiled at him. “Isn’t one of your brothers an electrician?”
    “It will be a while before we need him,” Matt said, starting down the stairs. The staircase was solid enough, but he didn’t like the look of the wall. Several cracks spread out from the center of the wall in all directions like spiderwebs. He glanced at Kate, his eyebrow raised.
    She shook her head. “The earthquake must have damaged it. It wasn’t like that when I came down here with the Realtor. I actually came down twice just to make certain the entire place wasn’t going to sink into the ocean. I know it’s in bad shape, but it’s such a perfect location. If I have to, I can pull down the mill and start from scratch. If you think that’s the best thing to do, I’ll take your advice, but I really want to save as much of the original building as possible.”
    “It’s going to cost more money than it might be worth, Kate,” he warned.
    Kate shivered as they went down the stairs to the dimly lit basement. It was far colder than she remembered. Always sensitive to energy, she felt an icy malevolence that hadn’t been there before. She looked around cautiously, moving closer to Matt for protection. The atmosphere vibrated with unrestrained malicious amusement. “Matthew, let’s leave.” She tugged at his arm.
    He looked down at her quickly. “What is it, Katie?” There was a caress to his voice, one that warmed her in spite of the icy chill in the basement. “You can wait upstairs while I look around.” He felt her shiver and took the jacket she was holding from her to help her into it. “It won’t take me very long.” He pulled the edges of the jacket together and buttoned it up, his fingers lingering on the lapels, just holding her there, close to him.
    Kate shook her head. “It feels unhealthy down here. I don’t want to leave you alone. Matthew,” she hesitated, searching for the right words. “This doesn’t feel right to me, not the way it did before.”
    His silver eyes moved over her face. He suddenly winked, a quick sexy gesture that sent her heart thudding. “I’ll make it quick, I promise.”
    Kate trailed after