Cold Fire

Switching off the engine, she turned more directly toward him. In spite of everything she now knew-or suspected-about him, she wanted to touch his face, smooth his hair, hold him. He elicited a mothering urge from her of which she hadn't even known she'd been capable-just as he engendered in her an erotic response and passion that were beyond anything she had experienced before.

Yeah, she thought, and evidently he engenders in you a suicidal tendency. Jesus, Thorne, the guy as much as said he'll kill you! But he also had said he loved her.

Why wasn't anything easy? She said, "Before I get into it. I want you to understand that I love you, Jim." It was the dumbest line in the world. It sounded so insincere.

Words were inadequate to describe the real thing, partly because the feeling ran deeper than she had ever imagined it would, and partly because it was not a single emotion but was mixed up with other things like anxiety and hope. She said it again anyway: "I really do love you.”

He reached for her hand, smiling at her with obvious pleasure.

You're wonderful, Holly.”

Which was not exactly I-love-you-too-Holly, but that was okay. She didn't harbor romance-novel expectations. It was not going to be that simple. Being in love with Jim Ironheart was like being in love simultaneously with the tortured Max de Winter from Rebecca, Superman, and jack Nicholson in any role he'd ever played. Though it wasn't easy, it wasn't dull either.

"The thing is, when I was paying my motel bill yesterday morning and you were sitting in the car watching me, I realized you hadn't said you loved me. I was going off with you, putting myself in your hands, and you hadn't said the words. But then I realized I hadn't said them either, I was playing it just as cool, holding back and protecting myself Well, I'm not holding back any more, I'm walking out on that highwire with no net below-and largely because you told me you loved me last night. So you better have meant it.”

A quizzical expression overtook him.

She said, "I know you don't remember saying it, but you did. You have problems with the L' word. Maybe because you lost your folks when you were so young, you're afraid to get close to anyone for fear of losing them, too. Instant analysis. Holly Freud. Anyway, you did tell me you loved me, and I'll prove it in a little while, but right now, before I get into this mess, I want you to know I never imagined I could feel about anyone the way I feel about you. So if whatever I say to you in the next few minutes is hard to take, even impossible to take, just know where it comes from, only from love, from nothing else.”

He stared at her. "Yeah, all right. But Holly, this" "You'll get your turn." She leaned across the seat, kissed him, then pulled back.

"Right now, you've got to listen.”

She told him everything she had theorized, why she had crept out of the mill while he'd been asleep-and why she had returned. He listened with growing disbelief, and she repeatedly cut off his protests by lightly squeezing his hand, putting a hand to his lips, or giving him a quick kiss. The answer-tablet, which she produced from the back seat, stunned him and rendered his objections less vehement.

BECAUSE HE LOOKS LIKE MY FATHER WHOM I FAILED TO SAVE. His hands shook as he held the tablet and stared at that incredible line. He turned back to the other surprising messages, repeated page after page-HE LOVES YOU HOLLY. HE WILL KILL YOU HOLLY-and the tremors in his hands became even more severe.

"I would never harm you," he said shakily, staring down at the tablet.

"Never.”

"I know you'd never want to.”

Dr. Jekyll had never wanted to be the murderous Mr. Hyde.

"But you think I sent you this, not The Friend.”

"I know you did, Jim. It feels right.”

"So if The Friend sent it but the The Friend is me, a part of me, then you believe it really says I love you Holly.'" "Yes," she said softly.

He looked up from the tablet, met her eyes. "If you believe the I-love-you part, why don't you believe the I-will-kill-you part?" "Well, that's the thing. I do believe a small, dark part of you wants to kill me, yes.”

He flinched as if she had struck him.

She said, "The Enemy wants me dead, it wants me dead real bad, because I've made you face up to what's behind these recent events, brought you back here, forced you to confront the source of your fantasy.”

He started to shake his head in denial.

But she went on: "Which is what you wanted me to do. It's why you drew me to you in the first place.”

"No. I didn't" "Yes, you did." Pushing him toward enlightenment was extremely dangerous. But that was her only hope of saving him.

"Jim, if you can just understand what's happened, accept the existence of two other personalities, even the possibility of their existence, maybe that'll be the beginning of the end of The Friend and The Enemy.”

Still shaking his head, he said, "The Enemy won't go peacefully," and immediately blinked in surprise at the words he had spoken and the implication that they conveyed.