Jimmy asked.Fury flowed through me. How long had he been standing there? Would he have continued to watch if I’d given in to the strange temptation to touch Sawyer in ways I still wanted to touch Jimmy?Jimmy’s eyes, his face, gave away nothing. He just leaned against the door and contemplated first me, then Sawyer, waiting for an answer.“Bite me,” I muttered, then wished I hadn’t. Both of these men—and I used the term loosely—might be capable of just that, in ways I didn’t want to imagine.“Was he there?” Jimmy pressed. “Did he kill Ruthie?”“I don’t know,” I admitted. “He’s—”I wasn’t sure how to explain what I’d felt in Sawyer’s mind. He’d let me see so many things, but he’d also closed himself off as no one else I’d ever touched had been able to do.“He’s what?” Jimmy asked.“He can block me.”Jimmy scowled. “Then he’s hiding something.”“Maybe I just don’t want my mind picked like an apple tree,” Sawyer said reasonably.“That’s not what she does.”“Has she touched you and seen what you’ve been up to, Sanducci?”I winced; Sawyer noticed and smirked.
