“Rena!” A strong hand curled
around her shoulder and shook her gently. “Hey, are you all right?”
Rena blinked rapidly as the fog of the vision lifted and the world
around her came back into sharp focus. Zander’s worried gaze was the first
thing she saw. Pat and Dino stood right behind him with equally concerned
expressions.
The dragon was gone, but the voice was the same. Zander was
definitely the dragon, but that was crazy, wasn’t it?
People couldn’t turn into dragons.
Hell, the damn things weren’t even real.
Rena’s gift allowed her to slip into the past and visit the memories
of other people, but how the hell could that scenario have
been one of Zander’s memories?
There was no such thing as dragons.
Yeah right. And there was no such thing as getting visions either.
“You okay, sweetie?” Dino had his arm around Patricia’s waist, and
he wiped his sweaty, balding head with his free hand. “It’s like you were
sleeping with your eyes open or something.”
Rena sucked in a shuddering breath and tried to appear more
confident than she felt. Coming out of her visions was never a problem, but she
rarely took the chance in front of other people. She scolded herself for the
foolhardy move and forced a smile.
“Musta been getting her hands on all that dough.” Patricia let out a
weak laugh. “Right?”
“Dough?”
Rena blinked and then looked down at her lap. The brick of cash was
clenched tightly between her fingers. Her face heated with embarrassment, and
she promptly put it back on the table.
“Musta been,” Zander murmured.
His palm, warm and rough, slipped from her bare arm as he slowly
rose to his feet with an expression on his face that hovered between concerned
and curious.
Damn it. This was mortifying. At least she hadn’t fainted or fallen
out of her chair or anything.
“Jeez, doll,” Patricia snorted. “You were, like, totally spaced-out.
Again.”
“Again?” Zander asked. “This sort of things happens a lot?”
“Pfft, yeah it does. She usually gets one of her crazy hunches after
she spaces out like that. Don’t ya?”
“Patricia,” Rena said in a warning tone. “I’m fine. I-I was just
thinking about something.”
“Uh-huh.” Pat gave her a skeptical look. “I thought you were gonna
go see the doctor about that spacing-out stuff. I told you it could be seizures
or something. I saw a documentary all about it.”
Rena let out a small laugh and some of the tension in the room eased
back. Patricia loved documentaries about weird medical problems. Maybe Rena
should ask her if she ever watched one about dragons and psychics.
“I’m fine.” Rena pushed the hair off her forehead and adjusted her
position in the chair. “Really.”
“Are you sure?” Zander asked quietly. He sat in the chair across
from her. “You were definitely…elsewhere.”
“Yes. I’m sure.” She waved her hand dismissively. “I’m just tired. I
haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
“Bad dreams?”
Rena stilled and her eyes locked with his.
Son of a bitch.
He knew.
Somehow this man knew about her gift or her dreams or something.
Then again, after what she saw in his memories, why would that
surprise her? Not only had she dreamed of him, but she was also seeing him as a
dragon in his memories. This was too damn weird.
She had absolutely no idea
what was happening, but she was sure as hell going to find out.
“Maybe you should go home,” Patricia said, “and get some sleep.”
“You’re right, Pat. I’ve got a big week ahead.” She grabbed the
brick of cash and quickly put it in her purse. “As of tomorrow, Mr. Lorens and
I will be on our way to Montana.”
“What made you change your mind?” His voice was quiet and gruff. “Was
it the money or…something else?”
His eyes searched hers and a spark of awareness flickered in the air
between them. A connection. A sputtering moment where one soul recognized the
other. But like a flame in the wind, it vanished as swiftly as it appeared,
making her wonder if it had been there at all.
“Like you said earlier.” Rena lifted one shoulder, attempting to be
matter of fact about it all. “I’m going to have questions, and you’re the only
one with the answers. Right?”
Silence hung between them for three beats of her heart, and for a
nanosecond, Rena thought she had made a horrible mistake. Maybe her
sleep-starved brain was making more out of this situation than was really
there. Was her mind creating images of dragons when there were only clouds in
the sky?
Or was Zander Lorens the answer to her lifelong questions?
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