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Authors: Lisa Ladew
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hand lightly, and as they touched, tingles radiated outward from her fingers into his palm. Her smile widened and West remembered wondering if she was nothing but an old fraud the day before. He wasn’t sure why that memory struck him, but he was suddenly certain that she knew he had thought it. He frowned, not wanting to start on the wrong foot.
West showed Agnes inside and held out a chair for her at the kitchen table. She sat in it primly, moving stiffly.
“Coffee? Tea?” he asked.
“Tea would be lovely.”
West started a pot of boiling water and it struck him who she reminded him of. The Queen of England! He laughed to himself and wondered if it was a look that she cultivated purposely.
He heard voices in the dining room and peeked out. Katerina had come out and was introducing herself to Agnes. Katerina seemed nervous and held both hands into her chest, as if she didn’t want to touch the woman. Good. West wanted to be there when that happened.
He called Katerina into the kitchen under the guise of getting her to help with the tea. He poured the three of them cups of peppermint tea and he and Katerina headed out to the dining room and sat down with Agnes. An awkward silence filled the room after West distributed the cups.
Finally, Agnes broke it. She held out her hand to Katerina. “May I?”
Reluctance obvious on her face, Katerina dropped her hand into the old woman’s.
The response was immediate. Agnes gasped. “You are so strong - and so open!”
West’s eyes went from one woman to the other. He hadn’t known what to expect, but this wasn’t surprising him. He watched Agnes’ face perfuse with high color. Her eyes were locked on Katerina’s, but Katerina’s eyes were narrowing as she stared back at Agnes. West was dismayed to see hostility building there. Katerina pulled her hand away and massaged it with the other one like Agnes had hurt her.
The color faded from Agnes’s cheeks immediately. She looked pale and powdered again.
“You get absolutely nothing when you touch an object? It’s only when you touch people?”
Katerina nodded.
Agnes held out a hand to West like she had to Katerina. This time when West put his hand in hers, he felt nothing, possibly because her attention was already turned back to Katerina. “Would you mind, just once more?” She held out her other hand to Katerina who again reluctantly placed her own hand in it. Holding both of their hands, Agnes moved them together until their fingers almost touched. An electric spark arced hotly between their palms. West heard it in the air and imagined he saw it in his brain, blindingly white and forceful. Katerina twined her fingers in his, and he felt the electric humming sensation he’d felt twice before when touching her.
Agnes leaned forward, staring intently at their hands. “Does that always happen?”
“Not usually,” West breathed, thinking of the last time it had happened. He felt his body respond quickly to the thought of the passion of that night and tried to put it out of his head.
Agnes stared at him, a covert look on her face, and he wondered if she could see what was going through his mind. Two psychics in the house is one too many.
“The reaction between you two is fascinating. Did you know each other before the incident with the man on the massage table?”
Katerina and West shook their heads simultaneously. Agnes continued to look at and address West.
“Interesting, because if you had, I would wonder if you, West, had somehow sparked this ability in Katerina. I would imagine that she has always had it, but it seems like you make it stronger.”
She released their hands but kept her gaze trained on West. “You are a bit of a telepath yourself, West, but you are more of a transmitter than a receiver.”
West felt Katerina pull her hand away from his and he was sorry to feel it go. He rubbed his hands together and looked at Agnes. “What does that mean?”
“Actually not a whole lot when
West showed Agnes inside and held out a chair for her at the kitchen table. She sat in it primly, moving stiffly.
“Coffee? Tea?” he asked.
“Tea would be lovely.”
West started a pot of boiling water and it struck him who she reminded him of. The Queen of England! He laughed to himself and wondered if it was a look that she cultivated purposely.
He heard voices in the dining room and peeked out. Katerina had come out and was introducing herself to Agnes. Katerina seemed nervous and held both hands into her chest, as if she didn’t want to touch the woman. Good. West wanted to be there when that happened.
He called Katerina into the kitchen under the guise of getting her to help with the tea. He poured the three of them cups of peppermint tea and he and Katerina headed out to the dining room and sat down with Agnes. An awkward silence filled the room after West distributed the cups.
Finally, Agnes broke it. She held out her hand to Katerina. “May I?”
Reluctance obvious on her face, Katerina dropped her hand into the old woman’s.
The response was immediate. Agnes gasped. “You are so strong - and so open!”
West’s eyes went from one woman to the other. He hadn’t known what to expect, but this wasn’t surprising him. He watched Agnes’ face perfuse with high color. Her eyes were locked on Katerina’s, but Katerina’s eyes were narrowing as she stared back at Agnes. West was dismayed to see hostility building there. Katerina pulled her hand away and massaged it with the other one like Agnes had hurt her.
The color faded from Agnes’s cheeks immediately. She looked pale and powdered again.
“You get absolutely nothing when you touch an object? It’s only when you touch people?”
Katerina nodded.
Agnes held out a hand to West like she had to Katerina. This time when West put his hand in hers, he felt nothing, possibly because her attention was already turned back to Katerina. “Would you mind, just once more?” She held out her other hand to Katerina who again reluctantly placed her own hand in it. Holding both of their hands, Agnes moved them together until their fingers almost touched. An electric spark arced hotly between their palms. West heard it in the air and imagined he saw it in his brain, blindingly white and forceful. Katerina twined her fingers in his, and he felt the electric humming sensation he’d felt twice before when touching her.
Agnes leaned forward, staring intently at their hands. “Does that always happen?”
“Not usually,” West breathed, thinking of the last time it had happened. He felt his body respond quickly to the thought of the passion of that night and tried to put it out of his head.
Agnes stared at him, a covert look on her face, and he wondered if she could see what was going through his mind. Two psychics in the house is one too many.
“The reaction between you two is fascinating. Did you know each other before the incident with the man on the massage table?”
Katerina and West shook their heads simultaneously. Agnes continued to look at and address West.
“Interesting, because if you had, I would wonder if you, West, had somehow sparked this ability in Katerina. I would imagine that she has always had it, but it seems like you make it stronger.”
She released their hands but kept her gaze trained on West. “You are a bit of a telepath yourself, West, but you are more of a transmitter than a receiver.”
West felt Katerina pull her hand away from his and he was sorry to feel it go. He rubbed his hands together and looked at Agnes. “What does that mean?”
“Actually not a whole lot when
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