Psychic Link (Linked Inc. Book 2) by Kate Allenton Read Free Book Online Page A

hand on Cara’s arm, and the visions she’d just started to experience instantly began to fade.
    Cara glanced at his hand and met his gaze. She was sure it showed in her eyes. He lifted his hand, and the visions started to return. Cara yanked her hand away as Coop pulled Cara back to his side. The warmth of his arm cocooned her. She’d never experienced anything like Coop’s touch before. It made her feel…safe, protected and even somewhat vulnerable. Why him? Why now?
    “The restaurant is just past the pool,” the old woman announced. “You’re welcome to follow us. That’s where we’re headed.”
    “Thanks, but I just realized I forgot my purse. We’re just going to go get it.”
    “We’ll save you a place at our table. I’m John, and this is my wife, Martha.” The old guy smiled as he steered his wife away.
    Coop waited until they were back inside the cabana before he asked. “Well? Anything?”
    Cara nodded as she plopped down on the bed. “I saw up until her wedding, and then you touched me and they faded away. When you lifted your hand, they started back up. You somehow have the ability to make the visions stop.”
    “How about we finish getting ready and we go meet the old people and get some breakfast? We’ll think more clearly with food in our systems. It will give you a chance to try out your ability on some other people.”
    She nodded, afraid to speak. What did it mean that Coop could dampen her psychic ability? Was it a good thing, or should she be running in the other direction? 
     
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    John and Martha waved Coop and Cara over the moment they stepped in the door. Coop pulled out Cara’s chair at the breakfast table and grabbed them both a menu as a waiter appeared to fill their water glasses. Cara and he were the youngest people in the restaurant. John wore a hearing aid in one of his ears. His white hair was the color of the beach sand, and Martha was a petite woman with hair curled so tight it looked like it hurt.
    “We’re so glad you made it.” Martha smiled at Cara. “John didn’t think you two would want to hang out with us geezers since you’re on your honeymoon.”
    “Oh no…” Cara’s cheeks blushed.
    “She’s still not used to being married. I had to practically carry her down the aisle, isn’t that right, dear?” Coop scooted his chair closer and held her gaze. “Of course, we’re married. Why else would we be on this beautiful island and staying in the honeymoon suite?”
    Cara smiled and turned back to Martha. “Of course. Newlyweds. I’m still not used to being married.” She lifted her bare hand. “I told him I wouldn’t wear the three-karat ring he bought me, but you know men… They just won’t listen.”
    Coop took Cara’s hand and lowered it to the table. “Nothing but the best for you, baby.”
    Martha playfully smacked her husband’s arm. “Did you hear that, John? He bought her a three-karat diamond wedding ring. You cheap bastard.” Martha’s sweet grin held a tinge of something he couldn’t identify as she turned back to them. “The one he gave me was fake.”
    “Be lucky you got one at all, you old hag,” John grumbled and sipped his coffee.
    “Oh, he’s just saying that,” Martha said as she shoved her spoon into her grapefruit, stabbing it with zest, as though it was her husband’s heart.
    The waiter returned with his pad, took their order and brought them both some coffee cups.
    “So…are you two just on vacation?” Cara asked, placing her palm on the woman’s arm. Her breathing became rapid. Coop slipped his hand onto Cara’s shoulder, and her rapid breath slowed. She glanced up at him. He could read the confusion on her face. It had happened again from a single touch. He sat up a little straighter and puffed out his chest. He could do something no other man could do. His cock hardened in response as he thought of the possibilities. If his touch didn’t trigger visions, then it meant he could touch her