When Bruce Met Cyn by Lori Foster Read Free Book Online Page B

come?”
    â€œThey rub each other the wrong way. Or maybe the right way—with those two it’s hard to tell.” He laughed, remembering their last encounter. “The Winstons are pretty outrageous, and they have a lot of presence. When one is around, you know it. But watching Alyx and Scott spark off each other is entertaining.”
    â€œAlyx doesn’t live here?”
    â€œNot yet, but I expect her to move to Visitation any day now. So far she’s restricted herself to monthly visits, which is probably all that’s saved Scott’s sanity.” Bruce put the plate in the microwave and turned it on. “I can’t tell you about Visitation without mentioning Jamie Creed.”
    Cyn cocked her head to the side. Curiosity shone from her light eyes. “Jamie Creed?”
    He opened the refrigerator and surveyed drinks. “Jamie has never come right out and said it, but he’s a psychic of some sort. Or maybe more specifically an empath.”
    â€œHe picks up on others’ emotions?”
    Bruce frowned at himself. “Yes, but actually, it goes beyond even that. Jamie somehow knows things, even before they happen. And he knows how they’ll happen, how to manipulate events so they work out the way he wants them to.”
    â€œSounds spooky.”
    â€œNot really. The women in town see him as a dark, romantic mystery. The men, from my observations, are both jealous and leery of him.”
    â€œWhy would they be leery?”
    Bruce poured her iced tea, which was about all he had to offer other than water, then joined her at the small oak table. “Jamie has this habit of only showing himself long enough to shake things up. He lives up on the mountain—where, exactly, I’m not sure. One minute he’ll be here, then he’ll be gone, and he only comes back when it suits him to do so.”
    Cyn’s expression became pinched. “He lives in the middle of tall trees with no one else around?”
    Because he watched her so closely, with so much fascination, Bruce noticed how the mention of Jamie affected her. “As I said, I don’t really know. I suppose so, though. The mountains here are so thick with trees, they’re almost impenetrable.”
    Cyn slowly licked her lips. “He’s tall. Dark hair, a beard. Trim but muscular.”
    Bruce leaned toward her. “You’ve met Jamie?”
    â€œNo.” She shook her head. “But he has the darkest brown eyes, not sexy like yours, but almost black and empty and sort of eerie…”
    The microwave dinged, and Cyn nearly jumped out of her chair.
    Bruce reached for her hand. “You haven’t met him, but you’ve seen him?”
    She avoided his gaze. “This’ll clinch it. You’ll definitely think I’m nuts.”
    â€œI know Jamie, who fades in and out, and I don’t think he’s nuts. Trust me, nothing you can say will shock me after meeting him.”
    â€œAll right, you asked for it.” She gave him a crooked smile. “It’s this strange dream that I keep having. Remember I said Visitation pulled at me? Well, I didn’t know it was Visitation, I just knew what it looked like and how it felt. I’d see this big, clean lake and so many trees that sometimes you couldn’t see the sky and I saw…Jamie Creed. I didn’t know his name, I just saw him. But unlike the other things, like the lake and the trees, he was always vague. There, but not real defined.”
    Beyond fascinated, Bruce rose from his seat to get her plate, giving himself a moment to think. Was it possible that she knew Jamie from somewhere? Maybe Jamie’s mysterious past was somehow tied in with hers. “What did he say to you in this dream?”
    â€œNothing. He was just there. Quiet and not really frowning, but not smiling, either.”
    â€œNo, Jamie doesn’t smile much.” Too many times to count, Bruce had pondered Jamie