on the cheek.
The contact sizzled through her, reminding her of their steamy kiss from last night.
He’s under cover, don’t read anything into it. But he enjoyed the kiss last night, too, if I remember correctly. She tried to reach out mentally to see how Zach felt about it, but still tired from their practice, she couldn’t reach him.
“Go easy on those pints so early in the day.” He smiled evilly at Cassidy and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
Kathy pulled the pints in question out of the bag. “Pecan Praline or Rocky Road ?” she asked Cassidy, an amused glint in her eyes.
Zach laughed. “Uh oh, ice cream and women means sex talk—I’m outta here. See you later, Cass.” He gave her hand a quick squeeze. “It’s very nice to meet you, Kathy.”
“You, too, Zach,” she called after his retreating form.
Kathy immediately handed the Pecan Praline to her friend and pressed her into a nearby chair. “Okay, I’ll get spoons, and then I want to hear everything, no matter how minute.”
Chapter Four
Cassidy spent an entire pint of ice cream ¾ well Kathy’s entire pint ¾ catching her friend up on the events of the weekend—with creative alteration of the facts. She left out anything about Zach being FBI, and anything about her new psychic gifts.
“Wow, leave you alone for a weekend and look what happens.” Kathy set her empty carton on the coffee table next to her. “Girl, I knew Brian August was an ass the first day we met him, but I didn’t think he would attack you. Do the police have any leads on this guy?”
Cassidy marveled at her friend’s perfect lipstick—even after an entire pint of ice cream. “I really haven’t heard anything more about the case,” she lied, a twinge of guilt chafing her conscience. “But ever since Zach picked me up off the lawn—my thoughts really haven’t been centered around Brian.”
“Amen, sister! Zach is a hottie. So are you two officially dating, or what’s the scoop? I can tell from the way the room sizzles between you two there’s some chemistry there, but what have I missed? Come on, I need to live vicariously through someone.”
Cassidy laughed. “You’ve got men following you around like puppies. I should be living vicariously through you .”
Kathy pursed her perfect red lips. “They’re all disappointed when they realize this package has a brain.”
Cassidy glanced over at her friend. Kathy always looked like a California girl super model who just stepped out of a fashion magazine or off a movie set. Long past being jealous, she knew she had the opposite problem. Men knew right away Cassidy had a brain, they just didn’t really think she had enough of a package to go with it.
“Anyway, as for details, nothing to pass on I haven’t already told you. One earth-moving and totally embarrassing kiss and one terrific breakfast. And , sorry to disappoint you, but you didn’t interrupt a hot session of sex.” Cassidy glanced over at her friend. “But he did comment that anyone who alphabetizes their spices has issues.”
Kathy snorted and eyed Cassidy’s ice cream. Cassidy passed it over since she’d only picked at it anyway.
I must be stressed if I didn’t inhale that pint!
“Since I put the spices up there in hopes you’d one day learn how to cook, that tells me you haven’t used them yet. But I’m persistent. I’ll just mother you until I get some kids of my own.” She took a large bite of Rocky Road and made an orgasmic-sounding “mmm” in the back of her throat. It had become an old joke between them since Kathy was a gourmet cook, and Cassidy’s definition of gourmet was anything not eaten standing over the sink.
Cassidy shrugged. “Good luck. God wouldn’t have invented take out if he didn’t want us to use it.”
Kathy’s green eyes twinkled with mischief. “A man who can