Free Alistair (Golden Streak Series) by Kathi S. Barton Page B

drinking from the jug.
He got up to get glasses while she started to knead the bread. Jed sprinkled
flour on the surface whenever she paused.
    “Nah, we’re not lying because none of
them know for sure that you’re here. Besides, as of two days ago, Isaac doesn’t
have a job, so he’s not a lawyer. The police department will say that they’re
looking for you, or that they have some hits, but nothing solid. The only
person who actually knows where you are, who has seen you here, is us. And we’re
not going to say anything to him.” Ryland ate two more cookies as he spoke
around them. “You know, these are amazing. And you didn’t use a recipe or
anything.”
    “I know how to bake. What do you mean no
one knows but you guys? Are you saying that the cops know but they’re going to
tell him that since they’ve never seen me, it can’t be proven? That’s the
stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” She looked at Jed when he laughed. “What do
you think?”
    “I think that if he is stupid enough to
try and take you from anyone here, it’s likely that he is stupid enough to
believe that they’ve no idea where you are.” He nudged her arm. “Knead and I’ll
make a dinner around this bread for you.”
    She looked around the room and settled
her gaze on Bronwyn. “What is it you need to tell me? I’m assuming it has something
to do with the mall shooting.”
    “Lance didn’t send that man.” Her world
narrowed to a pinpoint and she felt arms around her. Then she was sitting in a chair
with her head between her knees. It took her several minutes to realize that
they were shouting at each other before she lifted her head. Putting two
fingers into her mouth, she whistled. It froze everyone in place.

 
    Chapter 6
     
    Sandra was impressed. For a girl who
said she wasn’t much in the way of fighting back, she sure had these people
thinking otherwise. When she ordered them to sit, all of them sat down,
including Bronwyn and Ryland, without a single hesitation. Jed nearly did as
well when she told him to help her with the flour.
    “Now. We’re going to do this calmly and
without our loud voices. If you want to use them, you’ll go outside and do it. You’re
terrifying me.” She started to knead the bread again, and Sandra almost felt
sorry for it. “Okay. Explain to me what you mean, Bronwyn.”
    Ally glared at Alistair when he opened
his mouth, but when he closed it with an audible snap, Sandra had to cover her
mouth with her hand. Yes, this girl would do well in this streak. Sandra
thought maybe it might be fun to bait her but decided that she’d do it later.
Right now, there was just too much going on.
    “Remember what I said about being able
to do all sorts of stuff?” Ally nodded at Bronwyn. “Well, one of them, as you
know, is reading minds. And I could feel the idiot coming toward the shop as we
were coming out of the dressing room. But he was a good deal closer to us than
I thought, and I had no time to hide you, much less save everyone in the mall.”
    “Well, of course, you couldn’t save
everyone in the mall. How silly of you to think that you’re that strong. And
even if you had, how would you have been able to save your mother-in-law after
draining yourself so much?” Ally looked at her. “She would have been too zapped
to help us, wouldn’t she?”
    “Yes. It takes a great deal out of her
when she uses her stuff. I’m sure that had she more time to find and get rid of
the man that she might have been too weak to save her and my grandbaby.” Sandra
looked at Bronwyn. “You know what I’m telling her is the truth.”
    “Okay, then, you knew the man was
coming, did your thing, and saved our butts. Then what? You read his mind and
knew that someone else was sending him to kill me?” Ally looked at Jed and
smiled. “I can’t remember when I started doing this, do you?”
    “It’s kneaded enough, my dear.” Sandra
had a feeling the bread was perfect no matter what as she watched