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right?” she asked.
    “You’re asking me? Jesus, Sloane.”
    She sat up and quickly moved off his lap to sit beside him. She blushed, but her eyes
     glowed. “You’re my psychic anchor, Zack. You grounded me through the vision. You can’t
     imagine how big this is. I never believed it would be possible. Other than a mild
     headache, I don’t feel sick at all. My mother doesn’t even have anyone who can do that for her.” Her eyes flickered as her fingers
     tunneled into her hair. “I found some answers, but not nearly enough, I’m afraid.”
    Her mother did this shit, too?
    He said nothing, staring into her eyes, watching, marveling, at the drama of emotions
     shaping her features while she replayed the vision in her mind. One of her hands scraped
     across his thigh as it fell to the sofa and desire sparked in her eyes.
    He smothered a groan. Damn. Her touch was tinder to his dry wood. His fingers dug into the textured linen sofa
     to stop himself from touching her. He closed his eyes, needing to hide, feeling desperate
     and completely out of his element.
    She was holding her breath, he realized. They both were. Powder kegs. His eyes snapped open. The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and
     his shoulders ached with the effort to hold still.
    “Zack?” Her hesitancy calmed him enough so he could slam the door on an erotic visual
     of easing those teensy shorts down her endless legs. What a dick. As much as he felt
     like one, he wasn’t an animal.
    She stood up and laughed shyly. Cute. As. Hell.
    “That was really something, huh?” She brushed her hands down her hips. An enticing
     little gesture. “Anchored together in a vision like that is incredibly…intimate. I’ve
     never shared one before, so I guess we’re sorta bonded. A little. Maybe. ”
    Bondage. She wasn’t helping to ease his lust haze at all. “Oh great, vision virgins.”
    “Not anymore.” Her laughter bubbled up again. He leaned back against the sofa and
     laced his fingers behind his head, resigning himself to a permanent hard-on. “So what
     did you see?”
    She bit her lip, and he nearly lost his no-touching resolve at the quiet appeal in
     her eyes.
    So she feels it, too.
    Somehow that calmed the beast in him. A paradox, but he was grateful. He smiled at
     her. She blushed and paced the length of the living room, relaying the details of
     the vision. By the time she recounted Ann’s attack and then her voluntary departure,
     Zack was wearing his own path in front of the picture window, emotions—different ones
     this time—running hot and hard through his blood.
    The tomcat strolled into the room like he owned it. Sloane bent to stroke him. “So,
     do you have any idea who the man might be? Someone like him certainly sticks out,”
     she said.
    He wanted to pound his fist into the wall. “What type of man is savage enough to knock
     a woman around like that? I’ll find him and kill him. A person like that’s a menace
     to society.”
    She walked into his personal space. “Let’s relax and make a plan, okay? Going ape-shit
     isn’t going to help right now.”
    “If you think this is going ape-shit, you’ve led a pretty sheltered life, princess.”
    “Don’t be a jerk, Zack.”
    They glared at each other until he sat down heavily on the edge of the sofa. “What
     could he have wanted her to get rid of—”
    Oh .
    Oh, God. The baby. The rushing in his ears, the sick feeling in his gut, told him it had to be. He cursed wildly.
    Her clapping hands finally got his attention. “Take it easy! Lordy, what is it?” she
     asked.
    “The baby! He was talking about Ann’s baby, the roadkill motherf—” He spun away and pulled on his scalp so hard he was surprised
     he didn’t come away with chunks of hair.
    Her eyebrows drew together. “Baby? What baby?”
    “Ann’s knocked up!”
    “Don’t be so crass!”
    He advanced on her until they were nearly nose to nose. “Fine, fine! Sorry to insult
     your