The Final Omen: Second Sight Book Four by Heather Topham Wood Page B

vision of Camilla. This girl is ruining my life.” He leveled his gaze on her. “I have to get out of this funk. I’m going out tonight whether or not Camilla will come with me.”
    “I can’t lie and say I’m not enjoying watching you suffer. It’s almost like cosmic justice for how poorly you’ve treated the female population.”
    “I’ve never made promises to any of the women I’ve slept with. They’ve known exactly what they’re in for when they walk into my bedroom.” He picked up the bowl of pasta he’d made for lunch. “Well maybe not exactly; since they all seem surprised by the fact that I’m a manimal in the sack.”
    Kate snorted. “A manimal? You’re such a freak.”
    “At least I know how to have fun, something you seem to be in very short supply of these days.” He pointed at her with his fork for emphasis.
    “Fun? I doubt that’s possible when I’m trying to find out who wants me to dead and having visions of abducted women.”
    “You’re going to end up crazy if you let the psychic stuff take over your life. Remember, I’ve met other psychics before, and some of them have ended up locked up because they can’t figure out what’s reality and what’s a vision.”
    When Declan first met Kate he regaled her with stories of other psychics he’d tracked down. His objective had been to learn more about his gift and also find someone to solve cases with. Instead, he mostly found schizophrenics who couldn’t distinguish reality from their visions. He warned her over and over again to maintain an emotional detachment to save her own sanity.
    “Jared and I could use a night out…” she started hesitantly.
    “Has it been a while since you went on a date?”
    She nodded. “We went to the movies last month, but Jared kept making us switch seats because he thought a few men were watching me creepily. I don’t think we remember how to relax without constantly looking over our shoulders.”
    “Then, as your doctor of fun, I prescribe to you a night of abandon. No omen talk and no talk about your attack,” he said.
    It was hard to imagine a night like that. The past six months had involved doctor’s appointments, police interviews and visions trying to uncover her attacker. As happy as she was to be back with Jared, she wouldn’t mind taking a temporary break from the doom and gloom. She knew he desperately needed a reprieve as well. He was wound tight over the lack of movement in her investigation and it was chipping away at his cool, laidback personality. His determination to track down the person responsible only made her more fearful that her premonitions couldn’t be altered.
    Living together should’ve been a time for them to have fun and strengthen their relationship. Instead, she was left feeling she was in the witness protection program; with Jared and Declan as her assigned guards.
    “I think I’ll take your advice, Dec. I was given another second chance for some reason and Jared and I deserve to be happy.” She looked around the half-unpacked house she shared with Jared. “We’re finally alone together, and we should be making the most of it.”
    “Jesus, Kate, don’t talk to me like we’re two chicks sitting here.” He shook his head in disgust. “I did have a thing for you at one time, you don’t have to rub it that Jared gets to see you naked.”
    As he returned his attention to his lunch, she tried not to flinch at his statement. It had been two weeks since she moved in and the most skin she’d shown was the dress she wore to their housewarming party. Their kissing sessions had been off the charts amazing, but as soon as Jared’s hands reached under her clothing, she froze. Her body screamed at her brain to shut the hell up and let things progress. But her head kept winning the inner battle. She was scared for him to see her naked and vulnerable with her body looking like someone mangled it with a chainsaw.
    A lesser man may have given her grief over her