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didn’t know that house was even up for sale.”   She examined his ID while she spoke.

    He smiled.   “Technically, no, but the FBI can be very persuasive.”

    She surprised herself by realizing she already knew he worked with the FBI.

    How do I know that?   What the hell happened to me last night, some sort of an FBI sting I fell into?   Maybe I do have a brain tumor.

    “What does the FBI need with a suburban house, Agent Hatcher, and what does that have to do with me?”

    Zach laid his hand gently over hers.   “We’ll discuss the FBI operation in a minute.   For what it’s worth, I highly doubt you have a brain tumor, and please, call me Zach.   Agent Hatcher makes me sound about eighty and bald.”

    Her pulse scrambled when he touched her, and it took a minute for her system to level.   She looked up in time to see his concerned expression and realized she hadn’t said any of her concerns aloud.   Then she gasped as she remembered something else from last night.   She brought her fingers to her lips in a lame attempt to hide the heat that filled her face.

    Zach cleared his throat, then looked her in the eye.   “Don’t worry about it, Miss James, you were in a state of shock when I found you.   Not that I’m complaining about having a beautiful woman kiss me senseless in her bedroom.”

    He grinned around his coffee cup and she couldn’t help but smile in return.   Cassidy sighed, she could definitely get used to a handsome man complimenting her over coffee every morning.

    Whoa, where the hell did that come from?   One traumatic date and I’m marrying myself off to the closest FBI agent?   I’ve got to get a grip .

    The events of last night still swirled inside her head like a clash between a nightmare and an erotic fantasy.   She decided to start getting some answers.   “Agent Hatcher.   Zach,” she relented when he cocked his eyebrow.   “How’d you know what I was thinking?   How did you get inside my head?”

    It sounded a little crazy out loud, but somehow she knew that’s what had happened.   She also sensed this man could be trusted.   That alone would be worth some thought and reflection later.   Cassidy knew herself to be a good judge of character, but this time, she didn’t guess—she knew .   She picked up her coffee and sipped to give her hands something to do while she waited for an answer.

    Zach studied her for a moment.   “Are you ready to talk about this?   You may want to eat something first and then we can talk.”

    His reasonable tone grated on her nerves.   “I can do both.”   She hated the stubborn bite to her voice.   She squared her shoulders, picked up her fork, and stabbed a fat sausage to demonstrate her words.   “Please,” she said softly.   “I need to understand what’s going on, it’s very unsettling for me not to.”

    He looked at her a moment longer, nodded, took a drink of his coffee, and wiped his hands on his napkin.   “Okay, I can see you’re going to struggle with this a bit, so let me start at the beginning so you’ll have some framework for your understanding.”

    Cassidy nodded and continued to eat, waiting patiently while he gathered his thoughts.

    “There are people who have psychic gifts, just like any other human gift, such as being athletic or musically talented.”   He gestured to her T-shirt, which cheerfully proclaimed Musicians Duet Better and she nodded for him to continue.

    “Lots of people have some amount of small psychic talent which would manifest itself as hunches that proved true, or those bad feelings people get before something happens to a relative or loved one.”

    He stopped and pierced her with his gaze, his golden-cognac gaze boring into her.   “But more rarely, people have the potential for greater abilities such as telepathy, telekinesis, psychic healing, empathy, remote viewing, or a number of other gifts in varying degrees.”

    “Okay, but what does that have to