night?”
When he doesn’t say anything, I decide he’s going to make me work for my answers. “You came over in the middle of the night because you felt things were wrong. I was having a doozy of a dream—and you sensed it?”
“Uh—”
“You told me you’d answer my questions.” I don’t remember if he said that or not, but it’s worth a shot.
He glances at me. “I don’t want you to think I’m a freak.”
I’m surprised he thinks I’d be so critical or judgmental. “I told you I don’t see you that way. If anything, I think maybe you’re... blessed. Weird or freak never even occurred to me.”
He gives me a longer glance. I wait. “I...” He hesitates. “Sometimes, I can sense things that are happening or are going to happen.”
“You have visions?”
Nick smiles. “No, it’s more... a feeling. I don’t see anything, but I... sense. That’s the only way I know to describe it.” He glances at me again before changing lanes. “Have you ever had an unpleasant feeling about something? You get a niggling something’s just not right?” He pauses. “Most people experience those types of perceptions.” Nick takes my hand and squeezes. “The difference,” he continues, “is mine are strong, hard to ignore. Call it a premonition, if you will.”
“Well, as my grandpa used to say, that could be handier than a pocket on a shirt.”
Nick looks my way again and laughs. “Yes, yes it can.” We arrive at the restaurant, andNick parks. I’ve been so preoccupied I didn’t notice we were even in Springfield.
“I hope you like Italian.” He flashes me a smile.
“I love Italian food.”
The restaurant is busy, but Nick has reservations, and after the hostess seats us at a booth in a secluded corner, I excuse myself to freshen up. When I return, I notice Nick watching me. Nick smiles as I sit, my face warm with color, and chuckles as I hide my face behind the menu.
After we place our order, I say, “Can I ask you some more questions?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have the same... ability every time—” I lean forward to say in a lowered voice, “—every lifetime?”
He clears his throat and draws his eyes back up to mine. Apparently, my neckline shifts when I lean forward. I sit up straighter, now self-conscious.
“Uh... yes, since the first time.”
“Is it helpful, your ability I mean?”
He hesitates. “I find it quite beneficial.”
“How’s that?” He’s looking at my chest again, and I squirm a little.
“Uh... when I play the stock market, bet on horses.”
I look somewhat surprised. “It helps you that way?”
“Sure, if I bet on the wrong horse or investment... I get a feeling.” He smiles at me.
“Remind me never to play poker with you,” I choke.
The waiter brings our salads, and we spend the rest of the meal enjoying our food and discussing what music we listen to, our favorite movies, and funny things about Jake.
Nick orders me a cup of coffee when I decline dessert. As the waiter leaves, I encourage him to continue the story he’d been telling me.
“So, the girl Jake brought with him to Aspen, on the ski trip, what was her name? I don’t think I know her.”
Nick laughs. I look at him in confusion. “She was a hooker.”
“What?” I exclaim.
“He brought a hooker and paid her to come on to me with me thinking she was his girlfriend.” I gaze into his sparkling eyes. “Can you imagine my reaction when she crawled into my bed—naked?”
I can’t help it. I giggle and have a hard time controlling it. Nick laughs at my reaction. “So, that was the beginning of your long struggle to one up each other?”
“Yes, but I don’t think I’ve ever been able to pull off one as good as the Aspen trip.”
As we leave the restaurant, I realize neither of us brought up the Kihn or our disagreement. Nick suggests a couple of movies. “Or we can go to my house. Jake mentioned he and Diane might stop by, and I know Taylor will be
When he doesn’t say anything, I decide he’s going to make me work for my answers. “You came over in the middle of the night because you felt things were wrong. I was having a doozy of a dream—and you sensed it?”
“Uh—”
“You told me you’d answer my questions.” I don’t remember if he said that or not, but it’s worth a shot.
He glances at me. “I don’t want you to think I’m a freak.”
I’m surprised he thinks I’d be so critical or judgmental. “I told you I don’t see you that way. If anything, I think maybe you’re... blessed. Weird or freak never even occurred to me.”
He gives me a longer glance. I wait. “I...” He hesitates. “Sometimes, I can sense things that are happening or are going to happen.”
“You have visions?”
Nick smiles. “No, it’s more... a feeling. I don’t see anything, but I... sense. That’s the only way I know to describe it.” He glances at me again before changing lanes. “Have you ever had an unpleasant feeling about something? You get a niggling something’s just not right?” He pauses. “Most people experience those types of perceptions.” Nick takes my hand and squeezes. “The difference,” he continues, “is mine are strong, hard to ignore. Call it a premonition, if you will.”
“Well, as my grandpa used to say, that could be handier than a pocket on a shirt.”
Nick looks my way again and laughs. “Yes, yes it can.” We arrive at the restaurant, andNick parks. I’ve been so preoccupied I didn’t notice we were even in Springfield.
“I hope you like Italian.” He flashes me a smile.
“I love Italian food.”
The restaurant is busy, but Nick has reservations, and after the hostess seats us at a booth in a secluded corner, I excuse myself to freshen up. When I return, I notice Nick watching me. Nick smiles as I sit, my face warm with color, and chuckles as I hide my face behind the menu.
After we place our order, I say, “Can I ask you some more questions?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have the same... ability every time—” I lean forward to say in a lowered voice, “—every lifetime?”
He clears his throat and draws his eyes back up to mine. Apparently, my neckline shifts when I lean forward. I sit up straighter, now self-conscious.
“Uh... yes, since the first time.”
“Is it helpful, your ability I mean?”
He hesitates. “I find it quite beneficial.”
“How’s that?” He’s looking at my chest again, and I squirm a little.
“Uh... when I play the stock market, bet on horses.”
I look somewhat surprised. “It helps you that way?”
“Sure, if I bet on the wrong horse or investment... I get a feeling.” He smiles at me.
“Remind me never to play poker with you,” I choke.
The waiter brings our salads, and we spend the rest of the meal enjoying our food and discussing what music we listen to, our favorite movies, and funny things about Jake.
Nick orders me a cup of coffee when I decline dessert. As the waiter leaves, I encourage him to continue the story he’d been telling me.
“So, the girl Jake brought with him to Aspen, on the ski trip, what was her name? I don’t think I know her.”
Nick laughs. I look at him in confusion. “She was a hooker.”
“What?” I exclaim.
“He brought a hooker and paid her to come on to me with me thinking she was his girlfriend.” I gaze into his sparkling eyes. “Can you imagine my reaction when she crawled into my bed—naked?”
I can’t help it. I giggle and have a hard time controlling it. Nick laughs at my reaction. “So, that was the beginning of your long struggle to one up each other?”
“Yes, but I don’t think I’ve ever been able to pull off one as good as the Aspen trip.”
As we leave the restaurant, I realize neither of us brought up the Kihn or our disagreement. Nick suggests a couple of movies. “Or we can go to my house. Jake mentioned he and Diane might stop by, and I know Taylor will be
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