protection. Ash padded across the top of the comforter to curl on her other side. What was it about that woman that drew her so? Other than the intense physical attraction, she felt their lives had intersected for a reason, but the darkness surrounding Jordan made her dreams uneasy.
Chapter Seven
The early afternoon sun streamed in the front windows, warming Sunny as she stood in front of them, wishing she had time to play outside. The Pacific Northwest had so few of these days. She loved the beautiful area, but all the lush greenery came at a price and that was rain, rain, and more rain.
As if her thoughts were heard, a cloud moved in front of the sun, and Sunny smiled wistfully. Maybe it was time to plan a trip south again, someplace warm with white sandy beaches, blue surf, and red fancy drinks that wore umbrellas. She closed her eyes to imagine herself there, dipping her pink-painted toenails into the water and feeling the sand shift beneath her feet. Hot naked skin covered her, and Jordan’s white musk cologne wrapped around her.
Startled, Sunny opened her eyes and felt her stomach sink a little. Where had that come from? She was so disappointed that Jordan hadn’t asked to see her again. She knew she hadn’t imagined the attraction between them. Hers had been real enough, but maybe she’d projected her own feelings on Jordan. Isn’t that a mortifying thought? Maybe Jordan had just been trying to help, as any good officer would.
No, Sunny had been able to perceive Jordan’s concern when she helped her. But maybe it was just concern, and not the drenching attraction she thought it was.
Then she remembered her failed attempt to find Jordan’s energy and finding not even a trace. Why was it when it came to something that Sunny wanted for herself, she ran up against that block that kept her from seeing? It seemed almost unfair.
Her father had once told her it was because in order for Sunny to grow, she had to experience all of life, all the good, bad, and ugly. If she were able to predict her own future, she would have the ability to cherry-pick her experiences and rob herself of events that were necessary to her spiritual and mental growth. She couldn’t predict events for those that were close to her either, for the exact same reason. Oh, she could get inklings and flashes of intuition if she tried, but everyone had free will in their lives and had, in one form or another, chosen events in their lives for their own journeys.
It was a major conflict for Sunny when clients came to see her. What to tell them, what to hold back for their own good. She walked a very fine line in those situations, which was why she preferred not to do predictions. It was much easier and less stressful for her to deliver messages from loved ones who had crossed over. As a medium, she was just the middleman, so to speak, for someone else and not the source.
Sunny turned toward the phone a full two seconds before it rang. She gave herself a mental shake. It was time to get back to work.
*
Jordan eased Sunny to her back on the large bed. Her long hair fanned behind her and her smile was full of delicious promises as she unfastened the tiny buttons on the bodice of her white dress and pulled the fabric open to expose her pale breasts. Jordan’s mouth watered before she bent to flick her tongue across a pink nipple before nuzzling it with her lips.
“We have to follow up on this missing person.”
Jordan snapped back to the present, disoriented. “What?” Holy shit, she was on shift. What was she doing? Her mind never wandered like that at work.
Vince narrowed his eyes. “Have you heard anything I’ve said in the last five minutes?”
No, but she wasn’t going to admit it. “Missing person. Follow-up.”
“Okay, we’ll try this again. Mother called last night and filed a report, her daughter hadn’t come home after school.”
God, how many of those calls had she been on in the last ten years? Too many.
Chapter Seven
The early afternoon sun streamed in the front windows, warming Sunny as she stood in front of them, wishing she had time to play outside. The Pacific Northwest had so few of these days. She loved the beautiful area, but all the lush greenery came at a price and that was rain, rain, and more rain.
As if her thoughts were heard, a cloud moved in front of the sun, and Sunny smiled wistfully. Maybe it was time to plan a trip south again, someplace warm with white sandy beaches, blue surf, and red fancy drinks that wore umbrellas. She closed her eyes to imagine herself there, dipping her pink-painted toenails into the water and feeling the sand shift beneath her feet. Hot naked skin covered her, and Jordan’s white musk cologne wrapped around her.
Startled, Sunny opened her eyes and felt her stomach sink a little. Where had that come from? She was so disappointed that Jordan hadn’t asked to see her again. She knew she hadn’t imagined the attraction between them. Hers had been real enough, but maybe she’d projected her own feelings on Jordan. Isn’t that a mortifying thought? Maybe Jordan had just been trying to help, as any good officer would.
No, Sunny had been able to perceive Jordan’s concern when she helped her. But maybe it was just concern, and not the drenching attraction she thought it was.
Then she remembered her failed attempt to find Jordan’s energy and finding not even a trace. Why was it when it came to something that Sunny wanted for herself, she ran up against that block that kept her from seeing? It seemed almost unfair.
Her father had once told her it was because in order for Sunny to grow, she had to experience all of life, all the good, bad, and ugly. If she were able to predict her own future, she would have the ability to cherry-pick her experiences and rob herself of events that were necessary to her spiritual and mental growth. She couldn’t predict events for those that were close to her either, for the exact same reason. Oh, she could get inklings and flashes of intuition if she tried, but everyone had free will in their lives and had, in one form or another, chosen events in their lives for their own journeys.
It was a major conflict for Sunny when clients came to see her. What to tell them, what to hold back for their own good. She walked a very fine line in those situations, which was why she preferred not to do predictions. It was much easier and less stressful for her to deliver messages from loved ones who had crossed over. As a medium, she was just the middleman, so to speak, for someone else and not the source.
Sunny turned toward the phone a full two seconds before it rang. She gave herself a mental shake. It was time to get back to work.
*
Jordan eased Sunny to her back on the large bed. Her long hair fanned behind her and her smile was full of delicious promises as she unfastened the tiny buttons on the bodice of her white dress and pulled the fabric open to expose her pale breasts. Jordan’s mouth watered before she bent to flick her tongue across a pink nipple before nuzzling it with her lips.
“We have to follow up on this missing person.”
Jordan snapped back to the present, disoriented. “What?” Holy shit, she was on shift. What was she doing? Her mind never wandered like that at work.
Vince narrowed his eyes. “Have you heard anything I’ve said in the last five minutes?”
No, but she wasn’t going to admit it. “Missing person. Follow-up.”
“Okay, we’ll try this again. Mother called last night and filed a report, her daughter hadn’t come home after school.”
God, how many of those calls had she been on in the last ten years? Too many.
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