Kalin didn’t think she’d slept more than an hour at a time the entire night. She rubbed her burning eyes and sat. It was brisk, even if it was May. Her house guest was stretched out on her sofa. His boots were still on his feet and the pistol still tucked into the waistband of her grandfather’s jeans. He really was prime eye candy. She didn’t bother to chastise herself for thinking about him so inappropriately since he was asleep. Of course, he still might hear her thoughts. What did she know about psychics anyway? Well, she knew there was some sort of one sleeping on her sofa. The admission still sat a little uneasy on her mind, but there was just too much evidence to reject. She’d felt him inside her mind. It was eerie and yet more intimate than anything she’d ever experienced. Sex with him would be off the scale. Okay, now you’re going too far.
