When the Devil Drives

dazedly. That was what they called what was happening to her, andshe was allowing it. Cal eased the dress from her shoulders, and shefelt the silky material glide down and pool round her feet.He lifted her and carried her, and she turned into his arms like a child,feeling the thud of his heart beneath her cheek. The bed was a cloud,too, even softer than the sofa, and she sank into it gratefully,eyelashes curling on her cheeks.She could dimly sense his shadow, standing over her. There wassomething she had to tell him, she thought, trying to grope her wayback to awareness from her state of drifting lassitude. Somethingimportant that she needed to explain, to warn him about, but therewere so many shadows now that she couldn't tell which washis—couldn't find him.She lifted a wavering hand, while her lips attempted to frame hisname.Cal, she thought, Cal. I've never called him that.She tried desperately to speak the word, but the shadows were toostrong, too powerful, and they reached for her, overwhelming her,drawing her down into their midst, where she was lost.