Lightbringer by Frankie Robertson Read Free Book Online

voice and was heading for his car before she’d even told him about the intruder.
    It wasn’t so strange. He’d first taken this form in an era when women were to be protected and cared for. His reaction was just a holdover from that early experience. That’s why he’d offered his assistance and asked her to call him with any concerns.
    Irritation flashed. Why hadn’t she called? What better reason could there be to ask for help? He admired the strength of modern women but sometimes they could be too damned headstrong.
    Light flickered through the peephole. A second later Cassie opened the door. Her face was calm but pale and tear streaked, and her green eyes were huge. Jared’s annoyance evaporated.
    The need to pull her in his arms was a literal ache, but Cassie held herself rigid, hugging herself tightly. She looked fragile, like a sudden bump might cause her to fragment. Jared slipped inside and quietly shut the door behind him.
    Cassie perched stiffly on one end of the sofa. Jared sat next to her, and when her arms relaxed a little he took one of her hands in his. He was pleased she didn’t pull away. The tingle her touch usually brought was barely there, her gift swamped by fear. He desperately wanted to hold and comfort her, but he didn’t want to alarm her by getting too close. His throbbing cock be damned, now was not the time to run his hands over the soft looking sweater that hugged her gently rounded curves.
    “Tell me what happened,” he prompted gently.
    He gave her his full attention as she related what happened after she’d returned home, sifting the surface of her mind for details she might forget to include. He felt the bite of her fear, and the gnawing insecurity of having her home violated. Jared fought down an unexpected flare of anger at whomever had shattered Cassie’s peace. When he found him, he’d take great pleasure in administering a little Celestial justice.
    “The cops thought I was imagining things. That I was lonely or crazy. They didn’t say it in so many words, but I could tell.” She paused, bit her lip. “What do you think?”
    He looked her in the eye. “I think someone was in your house.” He felt unreasonably good as the muscles in her face and body relaxed. He’d only said the truth. “If it’s all right, I’d like to have a look around.”
    Cassie nodded but said, “The police and I have been over the house three times already.”
    Jared stood. “Then I’ll make it four.” He opened the front door and checked the outside doorknob, then started a search through the interior of her home.

    Cassie followed as Jared stalked around her house. A tight knot loosened in her chest. He believed her. Just as he’d believed her about her vision. That alone made him remarkable. It shouldn’t matter, but the validation, from someone who wasn’t a client, meant a lot to her.
    Jared didn’t so much look as trail his fingers along surfaces, sometimes stopping to place his palm firmly upon an object. A doorknob. The desk. The phone. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was using psychometry—reading the past of objects by touching them.
    Cassie paused at the thought. She didn’t know better. And it would explain a lot about how he’d reacted earlier. “Are you psychic?”
    “Everything’s fine.” Jared spoke at the same time, then pulled her close into an embrace.
    She was so surprised she didn’t resist. A rill of excitement sped through her as he folded her into his arms. Automatically she put hers around him and reached out with her gift, but at no place did his skin touch hers. Still, as close as they were, she felt his concern for her, and his tight mental control. Jared’s hands stroked from her waist up to her shoulders, then back down to the swell of her hips, leaving a hungry fire in their wake.
    Cassie groaned softly as her body responded. Unconsciously she leaned into him until they were pressed together from breast to thigh. It felt too good,