Dreaming of the Wolf (Heart of the Wolf #8)(38)

He knew her well enough to realize she didn’t use the tears to make him feel guilty, even though they still had that effect. No matter how many times she cajoled him to stay, he couldn’t. He thought Tom was waffling, though. That was fine with Jake. He didn’t mind living at the house alone since he’d only be there at night. He’d spend his days working with the family, with the pack, and still have dinner with them unless he just had to get away. He was a family kind of guy, and that wouldn’t ever change. He’d told Lelandi that, and he wasn’t going to repeat himself.

But something deeper was bothering him. The need to have a mate. He was seeing Darien and Lelandi together with the babies coming, and now the damnable dreams of Alicia were making him crazy. He had to get away.

“You’ll need more room,” he said, and headed out of the dining room before anyone could say anything further to him.

He knew they’d all be giving each other looks, trying to figure out what was wrong with him, staying silent until he was well beyond earshot, and then discussing his actions in private.

He heard Darien’s phone ring and hoped there wasn’t trouble he had to take care of with the pack or town tonight, considering how much he wanted to sleep—dream, rather.

Why was he going to bed this early? Depression, Lelandi might surmise from her psychology classes. Never in a millennium would she or anyone else guess that he couldn’t sleep because of his desire for a woman’s silken touch.

“You need to speak with Jake?” Darien said in the dining room to whoever was on the phone, his voice sounding surprised.

Jake paused in the great room before he reached the stairs.

“Yeah, he’s here. Let me let you talk to him.” Normally Darien would have hollered to him that the call was for him, although why anyone would be calling him on Darien’s line was a mystery. But instead, Darien left the dining room to join Jake in the great room, and that didn’t bode well.

Already he was thinking that something bad had happened to Alicia. Although how anyone knew their connection, he couldn’t be sure. Unless she’d been hurt and the gallery staff had made the correlation.

Darien held his hand over the mouthpiece on the phone. “Sheriff got a call from Breckenridge.”

Already apprehensive, Jake could feel his legs turning to rubber, and he was sure his face had drained of all color, as light-headed as he felt. As observant as he always was, Darien noticed and frowned. “Hell, what’s going on?”

“What’s happened?”

Darien raised his brows, then shook his head. “You’ve got some talking to do. An Alicia Greiston passed out in the art gallery’s ladies’ restroom after she bought one of your photographs. Apparently, she’s pregnant. But they said you’d left your number for her to get in touch. Your cell phone must be off so they called our sheriff, trying to locate another number for you, and Peter gave them mine. What’s this all about?”

Pregnant?

Darien didn’t wait for Jake’s answer, but handed him the phone and remained watching him like a wary wolf.

His heart in his throat and worried as hell about Alicia, Jake said, “Hello, this is Jake Silver.”

“I’m Mary Clebourne from the art gallery in Breckenridge. I’m the one who gave you the contract on your work. I just wanted to let you know I gave your girlfriend your phone number like you asked me to, and she said she’d call you. Has she called you? We’ve been worried about her. She passed out in the ladies’ restroom. Said she was pregnant and apologized all over the place. We wanted to follow her home, but she said she’d be all right. Did she call you?” Mary repeated.

Girlfriend? Pregnant? “No. She didn’t. When did this happen?”

“Tonight. A couple of hours ago. I wanted to give her time to reach you, but then I worried she might not, so I thought I’d get in touch with you just in case. Then I couldn’t get hold of you and called the sheriff of Silver Town, figuring he’d know your family and someone would pass the word along. But since I couldn’t get hold of you, I assumed she only had the number I couldn’t reach either.”

Hell, the phone was charging in his bedroom. “Did she mention where she was staying? Leave a phone number or anything?”

“No. Nothing. She said that she hadn’t been drinking enough fluids. We gave her a bottle of water, and she seemed better but still awfully pale. Before the episode, she bought your tangerine wood lily photograph.”

Pregnant. Damn guy probably had left her. Hell, that’s why she had been reluctant to see Jake further. But then why in the Sam Hill was she chasing down bad guys in her condition? She hadn’t been showing when Jake had been with her. Maybe she hadn’t known that she was pregnant right away.

The part about her buying his photograph finally registered. And he was concerned all over again. It was as if she wanted to reach out to him but was afraid to.

“All right. I’ll be there in the morning.” But he’d leave after a few hours sleep, arrive way before dawn, and search for Alicia’s car at hotels all over Breckenridge. Hopefully he’d locate her before she had a chance to vanish again.

“I just thought you should know.”

“Thanks, Mary. I really appreciate this.”

“You ought to marry her, you know. I didn’t see that she had a wedding ring.”