type of garbage I
deal with on a regular basis. I see things about others whether or
not they want to keep the memory private. You can’t be my friend
because you leave yourself open to exposure. I have visions of the
people in my life and most of them are things they likely don’t
want me to know,” she persisted.
Her objective was to warn him off without
having to divulge what she had seen the night before. He looked
ready to interrupt and she held up her palm to silence him. “Do you
want another example? I found out my father was having an affair
before he left my mother. The best part was the vision confirmed
what I already believed. The reason he left us was because he
didn’t know how to handle the scandal surrounding the story on me
being psychic.”
“I’m sure that’s not true. We all blame
ourselves for shit that really isn’t our fault,” he said and
stilled. He admitted softly, “I blame myself for my parents
dying.”
She turned to him shocked. “What do you mean?
Why?”
“I was very close with my parents—especially
my mother. When I was seven, I had finally got up the nerve to
sleep at a friend’s house for the first time. Well, of course, I
panicked once it came time to go to bed. I started crying and my
friend’s mother called my mom. My dad had taken her out for a
romantic dinner. They left the restaurant to pick me up as soon as
they received the call. A drunk driver hit them a few miles away
from the restaurant.”
His brow furrowed and Kate resisted the urge
to reach for him. “If I wasn’t such a momma’s boy and I sucked it
up and spent the night there—they’d still be alive today.”
“Jared, you can’t…” she whispered, “I mean
you know it wasn’t your fault, right?”
He shook his head as if freeing his mind of
any dark thoughts. He looked at her intently. “Yes, I understand
now I can’t take the blame for it. That’s my point. You didn’t
choose to be psychic, it just happened. Your father had an affair
because of his own shit, not because of you.”
“What if I see inside your head, Jared? How
can you spend time with me when I could see some of your most
personal moments?” she demanded.
Looking behind him at the sky, she noticed
more storm clouds gathering and suspected a downpour would be
arriving any minute. However, she had no desire to leave this spot.
She had never opened up like this before with anybody. It made her
understand her feelings for Jared were more than simply lust for
his utter gorgeousness. His listening skills and openness was
making it like child’s play to find his way into her guarded
heart.
“Kate, I’m willing to take that risk, I have
nothing to hide. You’re not going to scare me off. I don’t say
things lightly. When I told you we could be friends, I absolutely
meant it.”
His tone was sincere and Kate felt suddenly
very vulnerable. The anxiety of the past week began to boil over
inside of her. She tried to push it down, but felt tears spring to
her eyes. Between the tormenting images of Cori and her developing
feelings for Jared—she wanted to get the hell off this emotional
roller coaster. Pathetically enough, a sniffle escaped. Before
long, full blown sobs were erupting from her.
He opened his arms and she practically
catapulted into them. She rested her head against his chest and
focused on the sound of his breathing. She loved the feeling of
being held by him. He emanated a strong sense of calm and she
reveled in how secure she felt at that moment.
“I’m a complete and utter head case,” she
mumbled into his shirt. “You must think I’m the biggest spaz in the
world.”
She felt his chest rumble with laughter.
“You’re not a spaz. I couldn’t imagine having no control over your
brain and seeing random thoughts from others.”
It was arduous, but she pried herself from
his arms. “Sorry about unloading on you. This probably breaches
your professional code of ethics or something like that. Sorry
deal with on a regular basis. I see things about others whether or
not they want to keep the memory private. You can’t be my friend
because you leave yourself open to exposure. I have visions of the
people in my life and most of them are things they likely don’t
want me to know,” she persisted.
Her objective was to warn him off without
having to divulge what she had seen the night before. He looked
ready to interrupt and she held up her palm to silence him. “Do you
want another example? I found out my father was having an affair
before he left my mother. The best part was the vision confirmed
what I already believed. The reason he left us was because he
didn’t know how to handle the scandal surrounding the story on me
being psychic.”
“I’m sure that’s not true. We all blame
ourselves for shit that really isn’t our fault,” he said and
stilled. He admitted softly, “I blame myself for my parents
dying.”
She turned to him shocked. “What do you mean?
Why?”
“I was very close with my parents—especially
my mother. When I was seven, I had finally got up the nerve to
sleep at a friend’s house for the first time. Well, of course, I
panicked once it came time to go to bed. I started crying and my
friend’s mother called my mom. My dad had taken her out for a
romantic dinner. They left the restaurant to pick me up as soon as
they received the call. A drunk driver hit them a few miles away
from the restaurant.”
His brow furrowed and Kate resisted the urge
to reach for him. “If I wasn’t such a momma’s boy and I sucked it
up and spent the night there—they’d still be alive today.”
“Jared, you can’t…” she whispered, “I mean
you know it wasn’t your fault, right?”
He shook his head as if freeing his mind of
any dark thoughts. He looked at her intently. “Yes, I understand
now I can’t take the blame for it. That’s my point. You didn’t
choose to be psychic, it just happened. Your father had an affair
because of his own shit, not because of you.”
“What if I see inside your head, Jared? How
can you spend time with me when I could see some of your most
personal moments?” she demanded.
Looking behind him at the sky, she noticed
more storm clouds gathering and suspected a downpour would be
arriving any minute. However, she had no desire to leave this spot.
She had never opened up like this before with anybody. It made her
understand her feelings for Jared were more than simply lust for
his utter gorgeousness. His listening skills and openness was
making it like child’s play to find his way into her guarded
heart.
“Kate, I’m willing to take that risk, I have
nothing to hide. You’re not going to scare me off. I don’t say
things lightly. When I told you we could be friends, I absolutely
meant it.”
His tone was sincere and Kate felt suddenly
very vulnerable. The anxiety of the past week began to boil over
inside of her. She tried to push it down, but felt tears spring to
her eyes. Between the tormenting images of Cori and her developing
feelings for Jared—she wanted to get the hell off this emotional
roller coaster. Pathetically enough, a sniffle escaped. Before
long, full blown sobs were erupting from her.
He opened his arms and she practically
catapulted into them. She rested her head against his chest and
focused on the sound of his breathing. She loved the feeling of
being held by him. He emanated a strong sense of calm and she
reveled in how secure she felt at that moment.
“I’m a complete and utter head case,” she
mumbled into his shirt. “You must think I’m the biggest spaz in the
world.”
She felt his chest rumble with laughter.
“You’re not a spaz. I couldn’t imagine having no control over your
brain and seeing random thoughts from others.”
It was arduous, but she pried herself from
his arms. “Sorry about unloading on you. This probably breaches
your professional code of ethics or something like that. Sorry
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