Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
As she brushed past me, the place where she’d touched my chest still burned. Whoa, I’d never felt anything like that before. Did she have Icy-Hot on her hands or something? Rubbing the spot, I crossed the hall into my bedroom.
Pulling a fresh shirt out of my closet, it hit me that she’d probably be staying here, in the apartment… with me. Desire rushed over me, and I had to take a few deep breaths to get under control.
That’s when I realized she hadn’t used a hankie to keep from touching me, or anything else in the bathroom. Had she used it at all since she’d been here? Was it just a ruse for Vanetti?
But that feeling when she’d touched my chest… had she actually seen something about me? Was that why it burned? I quickly slipped on my shirt and hurried into the kitchen, rubbing at the spot again.
I found her standing in front of the fridge, holding the ice pack. I waited for her to turn around, but she seemed frozen in place.
“Uh, Serenity?” I took a few steps forward, but she still didn’t move. “Are you okay?”
Chapter 4
Serenity
Awarm hand on my shoulder jerked me out of the vision. The truck barreling toward me disappeared, leaving Stone standing next to me. I blinked the image away and let out my breath.
His eyes narrowed, and he put his other hand on my shoulder to steady me. “You okay?” For almost the first time, his gaze didn’t hold any anger or disdain. If I had to guess, he was genuinely concerned.
My heart squeezed. Clearing my throat, I swallowed and pulled back. “I… uh.” I licked my lips, the vision flashing through my mind once more. “Just…” I shook my head and took a deep breath. “When was the last time you used this ice pack?”
His brows drew together as he studied me, some of the cynicism returning to his dark eyes. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Seriously?” I huffed out a breath, but he didn’t budge. “Fine. There was a truck. You were on a motorcycle, and it came right at you, like it was trying to hit you. You got out of the way, but your bike slid out from under you.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I think you hurt your leg.”
“Wow.” Stone’s eyes widened an instant before narrowing into a glare. “Wait. Vanetti told you, didn’t he?”
“No. Why would he? He only told me that someone had a vendetta against you.” I shoved the icepack into his hands and slammed the freezer shut. “I can’t see why, though,” I muttered, stalking to the kitchen island. Jerk.
“What was I wearing? Tell me the color of my helmet.”
I spun to face him. “What were you wearing, huh? Are we playing that game, now?”
He met my gaze without flinching, staring me down, challenging me to prove myself. I should have been used to it by now; after all, I did advertise as a psychic. I got it almost every day, but part of me had hoped that Stone would believe me because of Mr. Vanetti. I huffed a short breath. “Your helmet was black and red. And you wore a black leather jacket.”
His intense, dark eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t acknowledge my information. “So— what did you see when you touched my chest?”
My eyes widened. “What? Nothing.”
He raised a brow. “Liar.”
I glared back. “I didn’t see anything.” But I couldn’t hold his gaze, and glanced away, trying to hide the heat rising in my face. Just the memory was enough to send tingles down my spine. Touching his chest had been like touching fire and ice at the same time.
I’d had to use all my willpower to resist running my hands over his skin, hoping to feel that electric shock spread from him into me. What would it be like to peel my shirt off and feel his bare chest against mine? Tingles raced over me again, and I had to rub my hands up and down my arms to push the sensation away.
Needing to change the subject, I concentrated on my vision. “Why don’t you tell me about the truck? The driver was obviously trying to kill you. Did you manage to see the person’s face?”
His lips turned down and his eyes narrowed. He knew I was sidestepping him, but he let it go. “No. It all happened too fast.”
My shoulders sagged with relief. “That makes sense.” My gaze landed on his chest, which wasn’t too hard since it was right in front of me. His shirt was unbuttoned, and I got a tantalizing view of all that skin.
Without thinking, I raised my hand to touch him, but caught myself just in time. Stepping back, I nearly tripped over my feet. I needed to get out of there. “Uh… we’d better get back to your office so we can find this guy.” I motioned toward his chest. “And you need to finish getting dressed.”