Touch and Go. Michelle RowenЧитать онлайн книгу.
town.”
She felt the color draining from her face with every word he spoke. Maybe he was the real deal after all. “That sounds pretty specific for an empathic reading. Aren’t you just supposed to read emotions?”
“I’m very good at what I do. And the skin-to-skin contact helps to make things that much clearer for me.” He glanced down at her hand. Her nails were short but well manicured, thanks to a visit to the salon yesterday.
He was tanned, which meant he spent a lot of time outside or he’d recently been on vacation. It made his teeth seem that much whiter when he smiled at her shocked expression.
“So…did you see anything else?” she asked after a moment.
His smile faded and his expression tensed a little as if he were concentrating. “You’re in a relationship right now, but you know he’s not the right man for you. Another man hurt you a long time ago and you’re hesitant to give your heart away to just anyone. But you know there’s someone better out there. Someone who feels right from the first moment you meet.”
She moved away from him. It felt intimate—too intimate—sitting here with him and having him tell her things she already knew about herself, including that man in her past who’d made her untrusting toward others. It was equal parts scary and exciting—as if Patrick knew her inside and out after only a couple of minutes. She felt off balance. One thing Patrick said rang completely true—she liked to be in control of a situation. At the moment, she wasn’t.
“We should probably order something.” She reached for the menu at the same time he did and their fingers brushed against each other. Her heart began to pound faster.
“Carrie…I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “I didn’t do that just now to scare you. I simply wanted to prove that psychics are real. That I’m real.”
“You didn’t scare me.” She sounded breathless.
He looked uncertain. “You’re sure about that?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I mean, you didn’t tell me anything I don’t already know.”
“I felt something else, but it wasn’t completely clear…” He looked down at her hand. “Do you mind?”
She licked her lips, eyeing her empty glass of wine and wishing for another one. This interview wasn’t going according to plan. She’d wanted to come here, chat with Patrick for an hour or so about PARA, go back to her desk at the magazine’s office and write up a couple thousand words to appeal to readers who soaked up all things mystical in Mystic Ridge.
Instead, she was getting a psychic reading from the sexiest man she’d ever met. A reading that involved touching.
Now that she thought about it, there really wasn’t much of a downside to that.
She extended her hand, facing up, on the table. “Fine. Go ahead.”
He slid his fingers over her skin until their palms touched. Desire curled low in her body, enough to make a blush crawl over her cheeks at the thought of touching more than just his hand.
If he could read her as well as he claimed, he’d be able to tell that she really wanted to—
“You’re psychic, too,” he said.
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
He looked into her eyes, his brow furrowing. “I thought I felt it before, but I wasn’t sure. He glanced up at the light above their heads, which had been flickering for a couple of minutes as if the lightbulb needed changing. “You’re doing that, you know.”
She glanced up. “I’m making the light flicker?”
He nodded. “You’re a telekinetic. Unlike other psychics, a lot of TKs don’t fully develop their abilities until they’re well into their twenties.”
Her eyes widened. Telekinetic. From the general research she’d done, she knew that term referred to psychics who could move things with their mind. They were also extremely rare. “What?”
“Your abilities haven’t completely surfaced yet, but they’re there. It won’t be long before they become more evident.”
That was the most ridiculous thing she’d heard in a very long time. “You’re wrong.”
His smile returned. “I’m not. But there’s no reason to be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“I can help you.”
“Right. Well, if I decide I need help with my light flickering telekinesis, you’re the first person I’ll call.” She let out a shaky breath. Her emotions—normally well under control—were all out of whack from meeting Patrick. She felt flustered and confused by her uncontrollable attraction to him. “Maybe we should just focus on the interview.”
“Sure.”
She bit her bottom lip. “You’re still holding my hand.”
“I am.” He looked down at it. “And you’re not pulling away.”
She wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with Patrick’s abilities, but a tingling sensation was sliding up her arm, moving further throughout her body the longer they remained touching. It felt really good. He was wrong about her—about the telekinetic thing, anyway—but she was so attracted to him she might consider letting the ridiculous subject slide.
The problem was, she was seeing someone. Joe was a great guy she’d met at the magazine a month ago. He worked in the layout area as a designer. They’d only been dating for two weeks, but there was no reason she’d simply break up with him because of a couple of minutes of intense hand-holding, sexual tension and empathic reading with the psychically seductive Patrick McKay.
He slid his index finger along one of the lines on her palm. Could be her life line, maybe her love line. She didn’t know.
Her breath caught. “Do you get this close with every woman whose fortune you read?”
“I don’t normally read fortunes.”
“So I’m special?”
He met her gaze and held it with a heated one of his own. His grip on her hand increased. “Carrie, you’re—”
There was a buzzing sound, and Patrick’s jaw tensed before he pulled his hand away from hers and fished into his inner jacket pocket for his a cell phone.
“Yes,” he said. “No, I won’t be long. Talk to you soon.”
He hung up.
“Let me guess,” she said, sliding her fingers around the rim of her wineglass. “It’s PARA wanting you to jet across the country to pick up a cursed garden gnome from somewhere.”
“That wouldn’t be completely unusual in my line of work, actually.” He put the phone away. “But, no, that was…my fiancée.”
“Oh.” That piece of news worked like a glass of cold water thrown directly in her face. She hadn’t seen a wedding ring, so she thought—
What had she thought? That something meaningful was going on between them? Stupid. This was only an interview and a glorified palm reading. Nothing more.
She shook her head and smiled at her own naiveté. “So let’s talk PARA.”
Patrick leaned back in his chair. “You’d be good there, you know.”
“Would I? Did you read that, too?”
He kept his hands on his side of the table, on either side of the place mat. It was easier to concentrate now that the thought of being totally skin to skin with Patrick McKay was no longer a possibility. And damn it, she felt disappointed about that. She couldn’t help it. A lot of things she wanted in life were positioned just out of her reach. Patrick was the most recent example.
“Yes,