much as closed themselves up, refusing to talk
about Kurt, or the dark year after his suicide, when Brandon’s dad
had moved into an apartment for a few months and he and Brandon’s
mom had discussed divorce. By sixteen, Brandon was a pro at
skirting issues, and making sure he didn’t say anything his parents
didn’t want to hear.
But Lucy wasn’t his mom or dad, and if they
were going to have the kind of relationship he wanted them to have,
he had to be honest with her.
“ Listen,” Brandon said,
taking her small hand between his, warming her cool fingers. “I’m
not sure what to believe about your gift, but I’m glad you’re here.
And I’m glad you cared enough to want to keep me safe.”
Lucy met his eyes with that piercing look
she had, the one that made him sure she could read every thought in
his head. It unnerved him and made him acutely aware of how damned
cute she was and how much he wanted to kiss her, all at the same
time.
“ You’re going to believe,
Brandon,” she said. “Even the skeptics at the police department in
Atlanta came around eventually. And those guys weren’t open-minded.
They were the kind of men who had the same breakfast every morning
for twenty years just to avoid trying something new.”
Brandon nodded. “I’m open to coming around.
I’m not going to look up at a blue sky and call it orange. I’ve
just never known a psychic before, let alone dated one. It will
take some getting used to.”
Lucy’s eyes dropped to their joined hands.
“Well, I haven’t dated anyone at all in a long time. So…that might
take a little bit of getting used to, too. For me.”
Brandon twined his fingers through hers,
glad she was letting him hold her hand. “Your last relationship
didn’t end well, I’m guessing?”
Lucy’s head bobbed, her eyes still glued to
where they touched. “He passed away. Cancer. The quick kind.”
Brandon’s brow wrinkled. “I’m so sorry,
Lucy. That must have been awful.”
“ It was,” she said, finally
lifting her gaze to his. “But he wouldn’t have wanted me to shut
the world out. Or shut you out.” She took a deep breath. “So I want
to be completely honest with you.”
“ Okay,” Brandon said, brow
still furrowed.
“ I didn’t tell you
everything last night,” she said. “I didn’t just sense that you
were going to be in danger, I sensed that you and I… That
we…”
She broke off with a laugh, eyes lifting to
the ceiling. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I know I’m right,
and I know you feel it too.”
Brandon’s forehead smoothed and a tentative
smile teased at his lips. “That we’re going to be good
together?”
Lucy nailed him with
another intense look. “We’re going to be great together.”
Brandon’s smile took up more real estate on
his face, even as a current of awareness swept through his body.
“Well, I could have told you that months ago. The second I saw you
get out of that little car of yours, I felt like I’d been struck by
lightning. I’ve been trying to catch your attention since the first
day I came over to pester you during your shift.”
Lucy grinned one of her irresistible grins.
Even better, she shifted off the coffee table and into his arms,
climbing into his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the
world.
And it was, at least the most natural and
easy thing Brandon had felt in a long time. And as she leaned in,
pressing her lips to his, giving him his first sweet, sexy,
perfectly Lucy kiss of the morning, his soul lit up and something
broken inside him clicked back into place.
He and Lucy just…fit. It was enough to make
a guy want to believe in psychic phenomenon and love at first sight
and who knows what else. With Lucy, all kinds of previously
unthinkable things suddenly seemed possible.
They kissed for a long time—long enough for
Brandon to grow so hard it was painful—before Lucy finally pulled
away, her breath coming fast. “I think now’s a good time for
about Kurt, or the dark year after his suicide, when Brandon’s dad
had moved into an apartment for a few months and he and Brandon’s
mom had discussed divorce. By sixteen, Brandon was a pro at
skirting issues, and making sure he didn’t say anything his parents
didn’t want to hear.
But Lucy wasn’t his mom or dad, and if they
were going to have the kind of relationship he wanted them to have,
he had to be honest with her.
“ Listen,” Brandon said,
taking her small hand between his, warming her cool fingers. “I’m
not sure what to believe about your gift, but I’m glad you’re here.
And I’m glad you cared enough to want to keep me safe.”
Lucy met his eyes with that piercing look
she had, the one that made him sure she could read every thought in
his head. It unnerved him and made him acutely aware of how damned
cute she was and how much he wanted to kiss her, all at the same
time.
“ You’re going to believe,
Brandon,” she said. “Even the skeptics at the police department in
Atlanta came around eventually. And those guys weren’t open-minded.
They were the kind of men who had the same breakfast every morning
for twenty years just to avoid trying something new.”
Brandon nodded. “I’m open to coming around.
I’m not going to look up at a blue sky and call it orange. I’ve
just never known a psychic before, let alone dated one. It will
take some getting used to.”
Lucy’s eyes dropped to their joined hands.
“Well, I haven’t dated anyone at all in a long time. So…that might
take a little bit of getting used to, too. For me.”
Brandon twined his fingers through hers,
glad she was letting him hold her hand. “Your last relationship
didn’t end well, I’m guessing?”
Lucy’s head bobbed, her eyes still glued to
where they touched. “He passed away. Cancer. The quick kind.”
Brandon’s brow wrinkled. “I’m so sorry,
Lucy. That must have been awful.”
“ It was,” she said, finally
lifting her gaze to his. “But he wouldn’t have wanted me to shut
the world out. Or shut you out.” She took a deep breath. “So I want
to be completely honest with you.”
“ Okay,” Brandon said, brow
still furrowed.
“ I didn’t tell you
everything last night,” she said. “I didn’t just sense that you
were going to be in danger, I sensed that you and I… That
we…”
She broke off with a laugh, eyes lifting to
the ceiling. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I know I’m right,
and I know you feel it too.”
Brandon’s forehead smoothed and a tentative
smile teased at his lips. “That we’re going to be good
together?”
Lucy nailed him with
another intense look. “We’re going to be great together.”
Brandon’s smile took up more real estate on
his face, even as a current of awareness swept through his body.
“Well, I could have told you that months ago. The second I saw you
get out of that little car of yours, I felt like I’d been struck by
lightning. I’ve been trying to catch your attention since the first
day I came over to pester you during your shift.”
Lucy grinned one of her irresistible grins.
Even better, she shifted off the coffee table and into his arms,
climbing into his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the
world.
And it was, at least the most natural and
easy thing Brandon had felt in a long time. And as she leaned in,
pressing her lips to his, giving him his first sweet, sexy,
perfectly Lucy kiss of the morning, his soul lit up and something
broken inside him clicked back into place.
He and Lucy just…fit. It was enough to make
a guy want to believe in psychic phenomenon and love at first sight
and who knows what else. With Lucy, all kinds of previously
unthinkable things suddenly seemed possible.
They kissed for a long time—long enough for
Brandon to grow so hard it was painful—before Lucy finally pulled
away, her breath coming fast. “I think now’s a good time for
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