"You've given this some thought."

"I was just waiting for you to get used to it. I love you, Naomi."

She lifted her hands to his wrists, squeezed hard. "You do. I know you do. Thank God you do. I love you so much we're going to build a garage. Wait, a three-car-"

It was as far as she got before his mouth took hers, before the kiss swept her up, swept her away. Then to the delight of the dog, he lifted her off her feet, spun her around.

"You're what was missing," he told her. "Not anymore."

"You told me you made me happy, and you do. But it's more than that. You helped me understand I deserve to be. A thousand hours of therapy never got me all the way there."

She sighed, drew back. "I'm still screwed up, Xander."

"Who isn't?"

The dog let out a yip, then raced toward the front of the house.

"Early-warning system says Kevin and Jenny are here."

She drew a breath. "All right."

"It's going to be okay. Have some faith."

"I'm going to borrow some of yours. My supply tends to run low."

"Try regular fill-ups. I'll let them in."

She took the tray out, set it on the folding table, went back for glasses, plates, napkins, heard Jenny's laughter.

As she opened a bottle of wine, Jenny came in.

"Great timing! Oh, Naomi, every time I get out here there's more done. It must be crazy living in the middle of it, but it's amazing to see it off and on."

"I'm glad you could come. I know it was last-minute."

"Worked out great. We had my parents over for dinner, and they took the kids back with them for a sleepover. Fun for all." She moved in for a hug. "I'm sorry you've had trouble. Kevin told me somebody was poking around out here while we were at Donna's funeral. I'm sure it was just some kids trying to get a look in the house."

"I think it was . . . something else. That's part of what I wanted to talk to you about."

"All right. You're really upset. I shouldn't make light of it."

"I thought we'd sit outside."

"Perfect. Oh! Look at these planters-Lelo built them? They're wonderful. You're really making this deck a wonderful outdoor living space. Kevin, look at these containers."

"Nice," he said as he came out with Xander. "How are you doing?" he asked Naomi.

"I've had better days. Then again . . ." She looked at Xander. Love, given and received, outweighed everything. "Let me get you some wine, Jenny. Then I'm going to dive right into this, get it done."

"It sounds serious."

"It is."

"Oh God, are you sick?" Immediately, Jenny grabbed her arm. "Is something wrong, or are you-"

"Jenny." Kevin spoke quietly, drew her back. "Come on, sit down."

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I'll shut up."

Naomi poured wine for Jenny, for herself, but couldn't sit. "Okay, straight in. Carson was my mother's maiden name. It's my uncle's name. Mason and I had our names legally changed a long time ago. From Bowes. Our father is Thomas David Bowes."

She wasn't expecting blank, quietly expectant looks, and it threw her off.

"Not everybody knows who that is, Naomi," Xander pointed out. "Not everybody gives a damn."

"It's familiar," Kevin said. "Like I ought to know."

"Thomas David Bowes," Naomi continued, "killed twenty-six women-that he's admitted to-somewhere between 1986 and 1998. August of 1998, when he was arrested."

"Bowes. Yeah, I remember some of that," Kevin said slowly. "Back east somewhere."

"West Virginia. He raped and tortured and eventually strangled his victims."

"Your father?" With one hand gripping Kevin's, Jenny stared at her. "Is he alive?"

"Yes. They don't have the death penalty."

"Did he escape? Is that what's happening now?"

"No. No, he's in prison. He's been in prison for seventeen years. We changed our name, we moved away. But it doesn't change the reality of it. You've been friends to me. You're helping me make a home here. I needed you to know."

"I remember some of it, I think. We were just kids," he said to Xander. "They made a movie. I caught it on TV a few years ago." His gaze shifted to Naomi. "You found that girl he had. Is that true? You found that girl and helped her, got her to the cops."

"I never saw the movie, or read the book. I don't know how accurate they were."

"Close enough," Xander said. "She followed Bowes into the woods one night, went into the cellar by a burned-out cabin, found the girl."

"Her name's Ashley," Naomi added.

"Ashley. Found her, got her out, walked miles through the woods, and got her help. That's how they found him. That's how they stopped him."

"Seventeen years?" Jenny repeated, eyes huge, face pale. "But you'd have been . . . Oh God, Naomi." She sprang up, shoved her wine at Kevin, threw her arms around Naomi. "Oh my God, poor little girl. You were just a baby."

"I was nearly twelve. I-"

"A baby," she repeated. "I'm sorry, so sorry. God! Did he hurt you? Did he-"

"He never touched me. He was strict, and sometimes he'd leave for days at a time. But he never laid a hand on me or Mason. He was a deacon in the church. He worked for a cable company. He mowed the lawn and painted the porch. And murdered women."

Jenny tightened her grip, swayed them back and forth. "You never think about the families of . . . You never really think about them, and what it's like for them. You didn't have to tell us," she said as she drew back. "It has to be hard for you to talk about."

"I didn't plan to tell anyone. Just to live here, just to be here. But . . ." She looked at Xander. "Things changed."

"She figured you'd probably pull back," Xander commented. "Look at her different."

"Xander-"

"Shut up. Some people put it together, one way or the other, and did that or went the other way and salivated for all the nitty-gritty details, so she'd pack it up and take off."

"Some people aren't worth spit. Is that what you thought of us?" Jenny demanded. "That's insulting."

"I-"

"You should apologize."

"I . . . I'm sorry?"

"Accepted. Kevin, accepted?"

He half smiled at his beer. "Yeah."

When Naomi covered her face with her hands, fought for composure, Jenny stabbed a finger at Xander, then at Naomi. Fisted her hands on her hips until he stepped over, put his arms around Naomi.

"Cut it out."

"Oh, give her a minute," Jenny snapped. "Where's my wine?" She swung back to Kevin to take it, and swiped at tears. "I need a minute, too, and all I can see is a little girl only a few years older than Maddy dealing with what no little girl should even know exists. If you don't want anyone else to know, Naomi, no one will. You can trust us." On a huff, she pulled Naomi from Xander. "Hell, men are no good at times like this. We're going inside for a few minutes. I'm taking the wine."

"She's one in a million," Xander said as Jenny pulled Naomi into the house.

"Which one of them?"

"Looks like both. We're lucky bastards."

"Yeah, we are. Now tell me what Bowes has to do with Marla and Donna, and whoever was around here today."

"I'm going to."

Xander sat down, and did.

- In the morning, Naomi set a mug under the coffee machine when she heard Mason coming down the back stairs. And turned to take the plate she'd already prepared out of the warmer when he stepped into the kitchen.

"Coffee and a hot breakfast? I may have to relocate. Whoa, eggs Benedict? Seriously?"

"I was in the mood to cook, and Xander's fond. You're wearing your suit again."

"It's what we do in the Bureau. I know I got in late. Since Xander's going to be here, I may bunk in town off and on. More on than off probably until we finish this. Thanks."

He took the coffee, drank. "But I'm not going to get eggs Benedict and coffee this good at the diner."

"Will you finish it, Mason?"

He looked at her, those clear brown eyes-like their father's. Nothing like their father's.

"I won't stop until it's finished. He wears a size ten Wolverine Sentinel. Some wear on the treads so he's had them awhile."

"You found that already, from a boot print."

"It's what we do in the Bureau," he said again. "We figure him for between one-sixty and one-sixty-five, between five-ten and six feet. Going by shoe size, depth of print, stride. He's white, he's most likely around thirty. That's a hell of a lot more than we had a few days ago."

"Now we just have to figure out who I know who's average height and weight, about my age, and wants to kill me." She held up a hand before Mason could speak. "I'm not being sarcastic. It's something I'm racking my brain over."

"You may not know him. Or not realize you do. But he knows Bowes. I'm going to be going over all the visits and correspondence today-starting that. Then I'm going to go see him."

"You're . . . You're going to West Virginia."

"It's unlikely anyone's obsessed with Bowes's daughter, has been killing in a way that mimics Bowes, and hasn't had contact with him."

She braced herself. "Should I go?"

"It may come to that, Naomi, but no. Let me make the first pass. If we get to the point that we believe you talking to him could help, can you do it?"

"It's something I've thought about, asked myself. Yes. I can go back, I can see him. I can do that to save myself, and any other women this pseudo Bowes might target. Mason, it hasn't been fear of Bowes-or not primarily that-keeping me from going back. It's been the need to deny it. Maybe I had to keep denying it, in my way, until I could accept, fully. I let it define me in too many ways. I'm not going to let it define me anymore. I told Jenny and Kevin last night, and it's okay."

"It's a hell of a good step toward defining yourself. You made the first one buying the house. You shifted your lines then, Naomi. You've kept shifting them, and making your own. You did what you needed to do until you could."

"Xander loves me."

"I noticed."

"You would. I'm adjusting to having a man who loves me, and enough to wait until I'm ready to shift the lines. Last night I was able to tell him I loved him. As desperately as I wanted normal, I never believed I'd have someone who knew everything about me and loved me. Someone who could get past the blocks so I could love him. It feels . . . miraculous."

"He's who I'd pick for you, if I had a vote."

"Even though you don't, it means a lot. He's moving in. Not just staying here, but moving in. God." With a hand pressed to her heart, she blew out a breath. "It's huge for me."

"How do you feel about it?"

A shrink question as much as a brother's, she thought. But even that was okay.

"Nervous. Not scared, just nervous. And happy. And baffled as apparently we're now building a three-car garage."

"The uncles are going to go nuts."

"I know it. I'm going to wait until they meet him. They should meet him first. Probably. Mason, get this finished before they come. Get this finished."

"I'm working on it."