ever encountered. Both of them. They’re locked into a battle here, a battle between good and evil. And no, I can’t always see them as clearly as I saw her. That’s how I know this situation is really dangerous. Melanie’s got two small children at a very vulnerable age. Little Amy could absorb all this negative energy and be implanted with a lifelong fear and distrust of men, making it impossible for her to love or trust anyone. And Adam—well, he can be influenced by the sick mind of the man who did terrible things.
“That’s why she’s panicking now. The last few families who lived in this house were all adults. He doesn’t connect as easily with adults. And especially not with those who have already faced temptations and made the choice to fill their lives with love and kindness. Remember, Melanie said he doesn’t come around when David is home.”
“Is he… is he the devil?”
“Before I answer that, I think it’s best if we put you back together. I’d shore hate to have Miss Melanie and her little ones walk in on us like this.”
Ellen blushed again, refusing to meet his eyes as she slid off his lap and struggled to pull up her panties and khaki pants without revealing any more of her body to the gaze of someone who, at least in this lifetime, was still a total stranger. Whether it was due to his psychic ability or simply his skill at dealing with people, she was grateful when Rafe seemed to sense her embarrassment and turned away.
“How ‘bout if I go on out to the kitchen and rustle us up a cuppa tea?”
“Yes, that sounds good.” Ellen forced herself to reply with the same casual note in her voice that he used. She couldn’t help noticing that the cowboy persona was back. Odd how his Southern drawl seemed to come and go at will.
She found him rummaging in the kitchen cabinets and she reached up on tiptoes to get the teakettle from the high shelf where she’d seen Melanie tuck it away on her last visit. Rafe stepped behind her, raised one arm and snagged it, wrapping his other arm casually around her as he did. Ellen shivered, acutely aware of his hard masculine body pressing against hers. She longed to grind herself back into him, like the heroine in her latest story would have done. She could almost see herself, bending seductively over the kitchen counter, pulling down her pants, offering her still hot, burning bottom to him to kiss and fondle, then…
“I love the idea, but you’ve gotta put that on hold for a while, darlin’ or we’ll be found in an even worse position when you friend comes back home.”
His voice was low, with a warm note of humor in it. Damn, he was good. He could see everything in her mind so easily.
“That’s not fair,” she protested, embarrassed again.
“Sorry, but it’s as though you’re talkin’ out loud. I can see what you’re thinking most ‘a the time, clear as day.”
She moved away, handing him the kettle to fill with water, collecting cups and spoons and tea bags, grateful for something so mundane to occupy her for a moment. Ellen was deeply rattled. She’d read other people before, had fellow psychics read her many times. But never, never had anyone been able to tap into the images in her mind as easily as flipping on the TV.
“Let’s put aside all the past-life connection fantasies for a while and talk about what we’re going to do next,” she replied, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
“Fine by me,” he replied easily. “But it’s no fantasy. You remember me too—remember us. I know you do. Your rational mind may deny it. But your soul… and your body… recognize me. We’re finally together again, Ellen. And God, I’ve missed you so. I didn’t even realize how much until I laid eyes on you. Now it’s all comin’ back. I can’t think straight when we’re alone like this for wanting you so badly, remembering how it’s always been between us.”
“Please. Stop. We’re strangers—at least in this life. I
“That’s why she’s panicking now. The last few families who lived in this house were all adults. He doesn’t connect as easily with adults. And especially not with those who have already faced temptations and made the choice to fill their lives with love and kindness. Remember, Melanie said he doesn’t come around when David is home.”
“Is he… is he the devil?”
“Before I answer that, I think it’s best if we put you back together. I’d shore hate to have Miss Melanie and her little ones walk in on us like this.”
Ellen blushed again, refusing to meet his eyes as she slid off his lap and struggled to pull up her panties and khaki pants without revealing any more of her body to the gaze of someone who, at least in this lifetime, was still a total stranger. Whether it was due to his psychic ability or simply his skill at dealing with people, she was grateful when Rafe seemed to sense her embarrassment and turned away.
“How ‘bout if I go on out to the kitchen and rustle us up a cuppa tea?”
“Yes, that sounds good.” Ellen forced herself to reply with the same casual note in her voice that he used. She couldn’t help noticing that the cowboy persona was back. Odd how his Southern drawl seemed to come and go at will.
She found him rummaging in the kitchen cabinets and she reached up on tiptoes to get the teakettle from the high shelf where she’d seen Melanie tuck it away on her last visit. Rafe stepped behind her, raised one arm and snagged it, wrapping his other arm casually around her as he did. Ellen shivered, acutely aware of his hard masculine body pressing against hers. She longed to grind herself back into him, like the heroine in her latest story would have done. She could almost see herself, bending seductively over the kitchen counter, pulling down her pants, offering her still hot, burning bottom to him to kiss and fondle, then…
“I love the idea, but you’ve gotta put that on hold for a while, darlin’ or we’ll be found in an even worse position when you friend comes back home.”
His voice was low, with a warm note of humor in it. Damn, he was good. He could see everything in her mind so easily.
“That’s not fair,” she protested, embarrassed again.
“Sorry, but it’s as though you’re talkin’ out loud. I can see what you’re thinking most ‘a the time, clear as day.”
She moved away, handing him the kettle to fill with water, collecting cups and spoons and tea bags, grateful for something so mundane to occupy her for a moment. Ellen was deeply rattled. She’d read other people before, had fellow psychics read her many times. But never, never had anyone been able to tap into the images in her mind as easily as flipping on the TV.
“Let’s put aside all the past-life connection fantasies for a while and talk about what we’re going to do next,” she replied, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
“Fine by me,” he replied easily. “But it’s no fantasy. You remember me too—remember us. I know you do. Your rational mind may deny it. But your soul… and your body… recognize me. We’re finally together again, Ellen. And God, I’ve missed you so. I didn’t even realize how much until I laid eyes on you. Now it’s all comin’ back. I can’t think straight when we’re alone like this for wanting you so badly, remembering how it’s always been between us.”
“Please. Stop. We’re strangers—at least in this life. I
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