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

everywhere. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought. He could give her that one-night stand she’d never experienced and still keep his secrets. A few nights of having Cara beneath him might make this week of waiting more interesting. 
    “We’re here for the conference,” Martha answered.
    “Oh? What conference is that?” Cara asked and leaned back to make room for the server bringing their order of pancakes.
    Coop took a sip of his coffee, enjoying the warmth sliding down his throat as Cara poured syrup over her stack of cakes. She drenched them until a pool settled at the bottom of the plate.
    “The swingers conference of course.”
    Coop sputtered the coffee.
    “Who do you guys build swings for, children?”
    Martha chuckled, and her cheeks blushed. “No, dear. The swinging we do is much different.”
    Cara’s brows dipped as she glanced at Coop. He couldn’t hide the smile on his face. He leaned to whisper in her ear. Her hair smelled of sweet strawberries, momentarily making him forget what he’d been about to say. “She’s talking about sex partners.”
    Cara’s mouth parted, and her eyes grew wide before she quickly snapped her mouth shut. “Oh. Well. Of course. Those swingers.”
    Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink as she concentrated on her pancakes, occasionally glancing up and across the room to an old man eating alone.
    “Uh…” She wiped her mouth with her napkin and grabbed her phone already pressing a button to record. “Will you excuse me for a minute?”
    Coop grabbed her hand. “Cara, where are you going?”
    She leaned down to whisper in his ear, acting as though she was going to kiss him. “I need to give a reading. That man’s wife is with us in spirit, and he needs to hear a message from her. It’s urgent. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
    A few minutes turned into over an hour, and Martha and John had left in search of God knows what.
    Coop paid the bill and walked over to where Cara was deep in conversation. The man she was speaking with was wiping tears from his eyes.
    “She wants you to be happy,” Cara whispered to the man and clicked the recorder off. “I’ll send this to you as we discussed. You can replay her messages whenever you’re feeling down.”
    “Cara, I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’m just going to head back to the room.”
    The old man grabbed Coop’s hand and squeezed. “You’re a very lucky man. Cara has a beautiful gift. The validations she gave me about my wife, no one would have known. The messages she gave were needed. I’m truly blessed to have met her.”
    Cara’s eyes were misty as she rose. “Don’t give up, Harry. Promise?”
    He nodded and dropped Coop’s hand. “I promise.” 
    Coop led Cara out of the restaurant and waited until they were back at the cabana before he spoke. “What was that about?”
    “Harry’s wife died three weeks ago, and he just found out he has cancer. She doesn’t want him to give up, and I needed to tell him.”
    “You did your medium thing?” Coop asked as he shut the door.
    “Yeah. He needed the message to help him heal. What was up with the newlywed cover?”
    Coop shrugged as he moved to the windows looking out to the pool. “It’s easier for people to believe that’s why we’re here than having to answer a million questions. So when you touched people, did you get images?”
    “Every time you weren’t touching me, I did.”
     

 
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
     
    Cara sat on the edge of the pool, and the cool water swirled around her legs as she watched Coop swim laps. Her gaze swept over his muscular body propelling from one end to the other. Sweat beaded over her body, and an oppressive heat weighed her down, one not even the beach breeze could cool. Five more days of sun and relaxation. What the hell had her sister been thinking? Coop and she would be driving each other nuts within a day if she didn’t jump him first. The muscles in his arms bunched with each stroke and kick of his legs.