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didn’t know where I was, did I?” After he nodded, she added, “And I was talking about things that seemed a little strange to you?”
    “You said you couldn’t help them.”
    No, she couldn’t help the dead. Too many vied for her attention at one time.
    “Where was this?”
    “At the grocer a few blocks away. You had a box of cereal in your hand.” So, he got her home during one of her fugues, when goodness only knew who could have taken advantage of her and she’d be none the wiser. His actions gave her little choice in the matter. “All right, I’ll tell you what. Have a seat.” His brows lifted. “Yeah?”
    “I’m not making you any promises, but,” she blew out a breath, “I’ll see what I can do.” Her gaze narrowed. “But Jason, you are sworn to secrecy. What happens or might not happen stays right here between you and me. Do we have a deal?” He made a valiant effort not to smile, but she caught the way his mouth pushed up in the corners as he nodded. Before they were done, she’d find a way to make him finish it. She had a feeling a smile would look damn good on sexy neighbor man.
    Jason sat back down in his previous spot, this time minus a bouncing knee. “So how does this work? What is it that you do?”
    And the moment she’d been dreading had arrived. Looking him straight in the eye, she said, “I talk to the dead.”

    The moment the words left her mouth, he couldn’t help but reflect on the whispers about Sabrina. Schizophrenic. Hears voices. Talks to herself.
    According to her, she did hear voices; only, she heard the voices of the dead.
    Whoa.
    “I’m sorry?”
    A twinkle appeared in her eyes. “I have the ability to talk to the dead.” Was she serious? “Really?” he squeaked. Clearing the frog in his throat, he tried again. “Really?”
    “Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Really.”
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    On any other day, he would have dismissed her claim as a colossal joke, but he couldn’t shake that singular phrase. The inflections and enunciations that were dead ringers for the way Teddy spoke.
    Sabrina’s legs unfolded and he caught another decadent glimpse of skin he shouldn’t be privy to. This time, the skin of her brown inner thigh flashed in front of him before she crossed her legs and covered herself with the robe. His dick twitched.
    “Uh.” He cleared his throat. “What do you do? Or, uh, how does it work?” He couldn’t believe he was seriously getting hard. The woman didn’t do much more than sit there, but his favorite appendage came to life.
    “It’s something I’ve been doing for a long time.” Focus. “So you’ve actually talked to my brother?” This time she shrugged. “Perhaps. I don’t know.”
    “But you said—”
    “I don’t remember what I said to you. I wish I could tell you different, but I can’t. It may have been a message from your brother. It might have been some random message from someone else that happened to resonate with you.”
    “No, this was for me.”
    Sabrina blew out a breath and rubbed a hand across her face. “If you insist it is, let’s try something simple.” She stood and motioned for him to follow. “Ever heard of automatic writing?”
    They stopped at the breakfast bar where a small pile of mail lay scattered. Sabrina lifted a few pieces and located a pen hidden beneath. She flipped a sheet of paper over so that the printed side lay facedown as she settled onto a stool.
    “Is that where you put a pen in your hand and wait for someone to take over and start writing?”
    She drew back, a surprised grin on her face. “You’ve done this before?”
    “When I was about twelve. I remember playing light as a feather, stiff as a board too.”
    She huffed. “It’s a damn good thing kids don’t know what they’re doing when they start messing with the occult. One wrong move with a Ouija board, or a second too long in a trance, and they open up a world where they have no business.”
    “Is that how