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the least.
But she couldnât disagree, because McCoy was quickly in the driverâs seat, and they were already moving. And while they drove, Julie discovered that she hadnât seen Brenda before because McCoyâs sister usually attended a little church two towns over.
âWhy were you in today?â Julie asked.
âOh, Robert convinced me. Quite honestly? I wanted to meet you. And Robert said that youâd be there today.â
Julie cast McCoy a quick glance. Petty knew she came to church here almost every Sunday. He could have told McCoy.
But had he?
Julie wondered again at Brendaâs comments about her brotherâthat it was natural for him to feel the way he did about psychics. Why?
The question plagued her, but she couldnât ask it now. Yet as she studied McCoy, she felt a trembling steal over her fingers again. Was he the man in her dream? Her cheeks felt hot as she remembered the dream. It had been so real. She could almost feel the manâs body. They had been so close, so intimate. She barely knew McCoy.
His eyes touched hers suddenly. Silver. Sharp. Like blades, they seemed to pierce right through her.
He knew, she thought in a sudden panic. He knew what was going on in her mind!
He couldnât. She tore her eyes from his. He looked at the road. He was smiling.
He hated psychics, he wanted to deny them all. But the way he had just looked at her â¦
A hot sizzle streaked along her spine. He could deny it, but Julie was absolutely convinced that Robert McCoy had certain powers of his own.
And oh, the things that he could read in her mind!
âHave you always lived here, Miss Hatfield?â Taylor asked.
âAlways,â she said softly.
âA Hatfield from the hills!â Brenda said, laughing softly.
âWell, it seems to me that these hills are brimming with McCoys,â Julie returned good-naturedly.
âYes, I suppose itâs true. We have lots of cousins around us. Of course youâre the first Hatfield Iâve ever met,â Brenda said. âDo you think there really was a feud at one time?â
âThink?â McCoy snorted. âI could almost guarantee itâseeing as how weâve met a Hatfield now.â
âWhoa!â Brenda protested. âJulie, ignore him!â
âOh, donât worry about it,â Julie said. âI have it on the highest authority that there was a feudâand that the Hatfields won. So there.â
Brenda laughed softly. Julie felt a silver gaze on her, and she quickly looked down.
Her fingers were trembling again. She could feel the manâs warmth as if it touched her.
What is he doing to me? she wondered.
They were barely friends. They were more likely enemies.
She had never wanted anyone more. She felt the tension building in the car between them. Bit by bit. The air didnât seem to touch her. The heat was building. Explosively.
Brenda was talking. About something. Julie couldnât hear her. She suddenly wanted to be alone with McCoy. She wanted to shout at him. She wanted to tell him to leave her alone, to get out of her life.
And if he didnât â¦
Well, then, he needed to hold her.
No. He needed to make love to her.
The car pulled off the road. They had reached the restaurant in Charlestown.
Julie nearly catapulted from the car. Taylor was emerging behind her, pointing out a place where his Little League team had played the year before, and thankfully, a feeling of normalcy settled over her once again.
She didnât know about McCoy. He had already walked into the restaurant.
Once they were all inside and seated and Julie had a cup of steaming black coffee in front of her, she felt better. The brunch buffet featured all sorts of magnificent things to eat, and when Julie returned with her plate, she was surprised to see that McCoyâs choice of foods might have been a copy of her own. They had both piled their plates high with peel-and-eat shrimp
But she couldnât disagree, because McCoy was quickly in the driverâs seat, and they were already moving. And while they drove, Julie discovered that she hadnât seen Brenda before because McCoyâs sister usually attended a little church two towns over.
âWhy were you in today?â Julie asked.
âOh, Robert convinced me. Quite honestly? I wanted to meet you. And Robert said that youâd be there today.â
Julie cast McCoy a quick glance. Petty knew she came to church here almost every Sunday. He could have told McCoy.
But had he?
Julie wondered again at Brendaâs comments about her brotherâthat it was natural for him to feel the way he did about psychics. Why?
The question plagued her, but she couldnât ask it now. Yet as she studied McCoy, she felt a trembling steal over her fingers again. Was he the man in her dream? Her cheeks felt hot as she remembered the dream. It had been so real. She could almost feel the manâs body. They had been so close, so intimate. She barely knew McCoy.
His eyes touched hers suddenly. Silver. Sharp. Like blades, they seemed to pierce right through her.
He knew, she thought in a sudden panic. He knew what was going on in her mind!
He couldnât. She tore her eyes from his. He looked at the road. He was smiling.
He hated psychics, he wanted to deny them all. But the way he had just looked at her â¦
A hot sizzle streaked along her spine. He could deny it, but Julie was absolutely convinced that Robert McCoy had certain powers of his own.
And oh, the things that he could read in her mind!
âHave you always lived here, Miss Hatfield?â Taylor asked.
âAlways,â she said softly.
âA Hatfield from the hills!â Brenda said, laughing softly.
âWell, it seems to me that these hills are brimming with McCoys,â Julie returned good-naturedly.
âYes, I suppose itâs true. We have lots of cousins around us. Of course youâre the first Hatfield Iâve ever met,â Brenda said. âDo you think there really was a feud at one time?â
âThink?â McCoy snorted. âI could almost guarantee itâseeing as how weâve met a Hatfield now.â
âWhoa!â Brenda protested. âJulie, ignore him!â
âOh, donât worry about it,â Julie said. âI have it on the highest authority that there was a feudâand that the Hatfields won. So there.â
Brenda laughed softly. Julie felt a silver gaze on her, and she quickly looked down.
Her fingers were trembling again. She could feel the manâs warmth as if it touched her.
What is he doing to me? she wondered.
They were barely friends. They were more likely enemies.
She had never wanted anyone more. She felt the tension building in the car between them. Bit by bit. The air didnât seem to touch her. The heat was building. Explosively.
Brenda was talking. About something. Julie couldnât hear her. She suddenly wanted to be alone with McCoy. She wanted to shout at him. She wanted to tell him to leave her alone, to get out of her life.
And if he didnât â¦
Well, then, he needed to hold her.
No. He needed to make love to her.
The car pulled off the road. They had reached the restaurant in Charlestown.
Julie nearly catapulted from the car. Taylor was emerging behind her, pointing out a place where his Little League team had played the year before, and thankfully, a feeling of normalcy settled over her once again.
She didnât know about McCoy. He had already walked into the restaurant.
Once they were all inside and seated and Julie had a cup of steaming black coffee in front of her, she felt better. The brunch buffet featured all sorts of magnificent things to eat, and when Julie returned with her plate, she was surprised to see that McCoyâs choice of foods might have been a copy of her own. They had both piled their plates high with peel-and-eat shrimp
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