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panties, seeking her aching clit.
Pressure.
An explosion of bliss.
Mackenzie gasped, snapped back into the present, back to her big empty kitchen. Her brain hummed erratical y, like the engine of her old Chevy. Her fingertips tingled.
The dul ache in her head signaled that the vision was over, and for the first time in her life, she experienced disappointment at the notion. She didn’t want it to end. These erotic visions were far better than the grisly ones. And this one had been too good, the feel of Wil ’s mouth and tongue on her breasts, his fingers stroking her.
But what did it mean? She never had visions of the past, only the future, which meant that what she’d just seen, Wil ’s delicious exploration of her body, was actual y going to happen again. When? How? He’d brought a woman home with him, and Wil wasn’t the type to cheat. He was too honorable to fuck around with another woman when he was in town with someone else.
Yet Mackenzie had no doubt it would happen. The sights and sounds had been too vivid, the scent of cotton candy on his breath, the faint melody of the merry-go-round in the distance. Whatever she’d just seen would happen at the carnival. Tonight or tomorrow.
With a sigh, she stumbled to her feet and headed upstairs to get dressed. An hour later, she was back in her car, driving to town again. Cal her vain, but she hadn’t been able to resist dressing to the nines. In place of her usual ratty jeans and baggy sweaters, she’d worn a tight, long-sleeved shirt, the same shade of blue as her eyes and with a deep ‘V’ neckline that showed a generous amount of cleavage. Skintight jeans and knee-length black leather boots showcased her long legs, and she’d even dabbed on some red lip-gloss. Her long hair was loose, the way she knew Wil liked it, hanging down her back in shiny waves.
He’d probably know she’d dressed up for him, maybe even take it as a sign of seduction, but she didn’t care. This time she wasn’t going to be caught with unbrushed hair and old sweats while in the vicinity of beautiful little Hol y.
What she was trying to achieve with the get-up, she stil wasn’t sure. In fact, she should avoid the carnival altogether, making sure this latest vision didn’t come true.
Yet she couldn’t stay away.
He brought another woman home. You’re just setting yourself up to be humiliated.
She shoved away the thought. Fine, so maybe he was seeing someone else. But she and Wil had sex last week. And they were stil best friends. Hol y or no Hol y, Mackenzie needed to fix things between her and Wil . She needed to look him in the eye and know that the sex hadn’t destroyed what they had.
And she needed to tel him about the vision, the one of his helicopter crashing. Maybe if he knew…maybe he wouldn’t take the assignment. He’d stay home, with her. He’d stay alive.
She sighed again, knowing the chances of Wil not going on the mission were slim. He was an enlisted officer. He couldn’t tel his commanding officer to screw off. And even if his superior gave him leave, she knew Wil would do the mission anyway. He loved being a SEAL, and he took his duties seriously.
Fifteen minutes later, she reached the heart of Hunter Ridge and easily found a parking spot in front of Paula’s general store. Most of the other residents lived in the quaint residential streets surrounding the town; Mac was one of the few who lived on the outskirts of town. She liked the distance, though, the privacy and peacefulness of her rambling farmhouse and rol ing acres of land. Her sister Alice had left Hunter Ridge when Mackenzie turned eighteen. Alice had always hated smal -town life, fleeing to San Diego the moment she didn’t need to be Mac’s legal guardian anymore. Mac didn’t blame her sister. Smal towns weren’t for everyone, and her sister’s move hadn’t hurt their relationship. They stil spoke often, and saw each other whenever they could.
And when they did, Alice always made
Pressure.
An explosion of bliss.
Mackenzie gasped, snapped back into the present, back to her big empty kitchen. Her brain hummed erratical y, like the engine of her old Chevy. Her fingertips tingled.
The dul ache in her head signaled that the vision was over, and for the first time in her life, she experienced disappointment at the notion. She didn’t want it to end. These erotic visions were far better than the grisly ones. And this one had been too good, the feel of Wil ’s mouth and tongue on her breasts, his fingers stroking her.
But what did it mean? She never had visions of the past, only the future, which meant that what she’d just seen, Wil ’s delicious exploration of her body, was actual y going to happen again. When? How? He’d brought a woman home with him, and Wil wasn’t the type to cheat. He was too honorable to fuck around with another woman when he was in town with someone else.
Yet Mackenzie had no doubt it would happen. The sights and sounds had been too vivid, the scent of cotton candy on his breath, the faint melody of the merry-go-round in the distance. Whatever she’d just seen would happen at the carnival. Tonight or tomorrow.
With a sigh, she stumbled to her feet and headed upstairs to get dressed. An hour later, she was back in her car, driving to town again. Cal her vain, but she hadn’t been able to resist dressing to the nines. In place of her usual ratty jeans and baggy sweaters, she’d worn a tight, long-sleeved shirt, the same shade of blue as her eyes and with a deep ‘V’ neckline that showed a generous amount of cleavage. Skintight jeans and knee-length black leather boots showcased her long legs, and she’d even dabbed on some red lip-gloss. Her long hair was loose, the way she knew Wil liked it, hanging down her back in shiny waves.
He’d probably know she’d dressed up for him, maybe even take it as a sign of seduction, but she didn’t care. This time she wasn’t going to be caught with unbrushed hair and old sweats while in the vicinity of beautiful little Hol y.
What she was trying to achieve with the get-up, she stil wasn’t sure. In fact, she should avoid the carnival altogether, making sure this latest vision didn’t come true.
Yet she couldn’t stay away.
He brought another woman home. You’re just setting yourself up to be humiliated.
She shoved away the thought. Fine, so maybe he was seeing someone else. But she and Wil had sex last week. And they were stil best friends. Hol y or no Hol y, Mackenzie needed to fix things between her and Wil . She needed to look him in the eye and know that the sex hadn’t destroyed what they had.
And she needed to tel him about the vision, the one of his helicopter crashing. Maybe if he knew…maybe he wouldn’t take the assignment. He’d stay home, with her. He’d stay alive.
She sighed again, knowing the chances of Wil not going on the mission were slim. He was an enlisted officer. He couldn’t tel his commanding officer to screw off. And even if his superior gave him leave, she knew Wil would do the mission anyway. He loved being a SEAL, and he took his duties seriously.
Fifteen minutes later, she reached the heart of Hunter Ridge and easily found a parking spot in front of Paula’s general store. Most of the other residents lived in the quaint residential streets surrounding the town; Mac was one of the few who lived on the outskirts of town. She liked the distance, though, the privacy and peacefulness of her rambling farmhouse and rol ing acres of land. Her sister Alice had left Hunter Ridge when Mackenzie turned eighteen. Alice had always hated smal -town life, fleeing to San Diego the moment she didn’t need to be Mac’s legal guardian anymore. Mac didn’t blame her sister. Smal towns weren’t for everyone, and her sister’s move hadn’t hurt their relationship. They stil spoke often, and saw each other whenever they could.
And when they did, Alice always made
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