psychics,” Patrick said. He was still holding her hand.
Her eyes snapped to his handsome face. “Pardon me?”
“Do you think being a skeptic is going to negatively color your story about me?”
She felt as if she’d been cornered, but he was still looking at her with friendly curiosity in his clear green eyes. He had yet to let go of her hand, though. And she had yet to pull away.
“I—uh, how did you know that?”
He placed his other hand on top of hers. The warmth of his touch slid up her arm. “I’m empathic.”
She blinked. “That’s the type of psychic that can read other people’s emotions.”
“You’ve done some homework.” He finally released her and she had to say she was sorry about that. “You take your job very seriously.”
Carrie gave a nervous laugh. “I try. So, what else did you sense from me? That’s what this is, right? You’re trying to give me a psychic reading now to break the ice?”
His smile widened. “But you didn’t call my 1-800 number. And I don’t have your Visa card on file.”
She couldn’t help but grin. “Funny guy.”
“I try.”
The waiter came over to the table, but Patrick asked him to give them a few minutes. There were no other customers. It was midafternoon, between the lunch and dinner crowds. The bistro felt like a private dining room for just the two of them—much more intimate than she’d anticipated.
Patrick studied her, his gaze moving over her face to her throat and down to the neckline of her white blouse, which she’d unbuttoned at the top. He politely didn’t go farther, but returned his attention to her face. “I read that you’re curious, you’re practical, and you like to be in control at all times. I read that you’re a skeptic, that you don’t believe in PARA being a legitimate business and that you’re just doing this article so you can flesh out your résumé and get a better job elsewhere, preferably far away from this dull little town.”
She felt the color draining from her face with every word he spoke. Maybe he was the real deal after all. “That sounds pretty specific for an empathic reading. Aren’t you just supposed to read emotions?”
“I’m very good at what I do. And the skin-to-skin contact helps to make things that much clearer for me.” He glanced down at her hand. Her nails were short but well manicured, thanks to a visit to the salon yesterday.
He was tanned, which meant he spent a lot of time outside or he’d recently been on vacation. It made his teeth seem that much whiter when he smiled at her shocked expression.
“So…did you see anything else?” she asked after a moment.
His smile faded and his expression tensed a little as if he were concentrating. “You’re in a relationship right now, but you know he’s not the right man for you. Another man hurt you a long time ago and you’re hesitant to give your heart away to just anyone. But you know there’s someone better out there. Someone who feels right from the first moment you meet.”
She moved away from him. It felt intimate—too intimate—sitting here with him and having him tell her things she already knew about herself, including that man in her past who’d made her untrusting toward others. It was equal parts scary and exciting—as if Patrick knew her inside and out after only a couple of minutes. She felt off balance. One thing Patrick said rang completely true—she liked to be in control of a situation. At the moment, she wasn’t.
“We should probably order something.” She reached for the menu at the same time he did and their fingers brushed against each other. Her heart began to pound faster.
“Carrie…I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “I didn’t do that just now to scare you. I simply wanted to prove that psychics are real. That I’m real.”
“You didn’t scare me.” She sounded breathless.
He looked uncertain. “You’re sure about that?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I mean, you didn’t tell me anything I don’t already know.”
“I felt something else, but it wasn’t completely clear…” He looked down at her hand. “Do you mind?”
She licked her lips, eyeing her empty glass of wine and wishing for another one. This interview wasn’t going according to plan. She’d wanted to come here, chat with Patrick for an hour or so about PARA, go back to her desk at the magazine’s office and write up a couple thousand words to appeal to readers who soaked up all things mystical in Mystic Ridge.
Instead, she was getting a psychic reading from the sexiest man she’d ever met. A reading that involved touching.
Now that she thought about it, there really wasn’t much of a downside to that.
She extended her hand, facing up, on the table. “Fine. Go ahead.”
He slid his fingers over her skin until their palms touched. Desire curled low in her body, enough to make a blush crawl over her cheeks at the thought of touching more than just his hand.
If he could read her as well as he claimed, he’d be able to tell that she really wanted to—
“You’re psychic, too,” he said.
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
He looked into her eyes, his brow furrowing. “I thought I felt it before, but I wasn’t sure. He glanced up at the light above their heads, which had been flickering for a couple of minutes as if the lightbulb needed changing. “You’re doing that, you know.”
She glanced up. “I’m making the light flicker?”
He nodded. “You’re a telekinetic. Unlike other psychics, a lot of TKs don’t fully develop their abilities until they’re well into their twenties.”
Her eyes widened. Telekinetic. From the general research she’d done, she knew that term referred to psychics who could move things with their mind. They were also extremely rare. “What?”
“Your abilities haven’t completely surfaced yet, but they’re there. It won’t be long before they become more evident.”
That was the most ridiculous thing she’d heard in a very long time. “You’re wrong.”
His smile returned. “I’m not. But there’s no reason to be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“I can help you.”
“Right. Well, if I decide I need help with my light flickering telekinesis, you’re the first person I’ll call.” She let out a shaky breath. Her emotions—normally well under control—were all out of whack from meeting Patrick. She felt flustered and confused by her uncontrollable attraction to him. “Maybe we should just focus on the interview.”
“Sure.”
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