Chapter 6
I shouldn’t have let him in. I shouldn’t have touched him. I should have known better. Nothing ever comes easy for my sisters or me. Why would my life and the man of my dreams be any different? A single touch and all of my hopes and dreams of it being easy had been dashed.
I made coffee while he leaned against the kitchen doorframe, one leg crossed over the other. His hands—those skilled weapons from the shower that held possibilities of molding me like clay—were shoved into his pockets. His presence was overpowering, just as his body blocked most of the door entryway.
“How do you like your coffee?” I asked. My voice sounded nervous, and I cleared my throat.
Keep it together. You’ve waited years for these answers. He isn’t leaving until you have them.
“Preferably not poisoned,” he answered as a smile lit his lips.
I poured two cups and doctored his with a splash of creamer, where half of my cup was filled with it. I set it on the kitchen table to avoid accidentally touching him again. “Okay, so explain what the heck just happened.”
“Do you believe in psychics?” he asked, making me pause with the cup to my lips. I’d forgotten this man didn’t know much, if anything, about me.
“Sure,” I answered without elaborating that I was related to one.
“A psychic told me to be at that very same spot yesterday where I found you.”
“Is that right?” I asked, sitting down at the table and motioning for him to do the same.
“Yep,” he said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. His gaze never left mine. “She told me you were the one who was going to help me save lives. Starting with my family.”
Okay, now who was playing who? Or was it whom?I shook my head.
“Whose life?” I asked
He shrugged. “I don’t know, exactly. But I should probably tell you I can read minds.”
“Prove it,” I said, trying to picture him naked and in my bed.
“Your mind just went naughty.”
Heat crept up my cheeks. “What did you see?”
“Nothing, actually. I just know where mine went, and your blush darkened.” He grinned and sat forward. “See, here’s the thing. I can’t read yours. I can read everyone, even though sometimes I wish I couldn’t. But yours is as blank as if you were an unplugged TV.”
“You have abilities,” I said, leaning back in my chair, mulling over that information. I hadn’t been expecting that. None of my other sisters had come across this yet. Harlon was the first guy to come into our lives that was just as…different as we were.
“You look surprised,” he said.
“I am,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee and watching him over the rim of my cup.
“It appears that we’re connected in more ways than your premonitions and my propensity to scare away a bear.”
“The picture?” I asked.
“That was Manny. He’s my stepdad. He trains the attack dogs and he was mauled and left for dead.”
“Did you witness it?” I asked.
“No, I was out of town when it happened. Luckily whoever, or whatever, tried to kill him, didn’t succeed. Only now he’s a jumbled mess.”
“What do you mean a mess?”
“He can’t speak, he can’t see. The doctors think he may be blind.”
I lowered my cup. “Do you believe the doctors?”
