But Katie could certainly feel him there as clearly as if she could see.
“No! This is too weird.”
“Wha’did I miss?” Michelle returned with Isobel’s beer. “Damn it. I knew I shouldn’t have left.”
Two others trailed along behind her. A tall blond man carrying a black cowboy hat and a petite blonde carrying a white one. The woman moved with the grace that Katie recognized as that of a trained tracker.
“Jesse, Hannah…Katie,” with a long pause before saying her name. Apparently that was Michelle’s idea of a formal introduction.
But she hadn’t been here when Katie had introduced herself, had she? She’d hesitated, glanced at Ricardo, then known Katie’s name. Was it tattooed on his forehead in invisible ink that only Michelle could see?
Reminding herself to be still and observe was not helpi
