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herbs that she grew in her greenhouse. She smiled at Gen and waved her to the table.
    “How did you know?” Gen cupped her hands around the steaming mug, allowing the heat and aromatic fragrance to seep into the cold places inside of her.
    Cora tapped a purple polished fingernail to her temple. “World’s most powerful telepath, remember?”
    “And so modest too.” Gramps kissed the top of Nana’s head.
    Cora waved him off. “Modesty never once benefited me. I was the shock-and-awe girl, the government’s secret weapon.” She batted her eyelashes at her husband, and Gen could tell they were communicating mind to mind.
    Jack grunted and squared his still-impressive shoulders with military precision. “I’m going to take a walk.”
    “It’s thirty degrees out,” Gen remarked.
    “Then I won’t need a coat.” Jack gave her a one-armed hug. “Stand tall, punkin head.”
    Cora sighed as Jack ambled out. “They just don’t make ’em like that anymore.”
    Gen agreed. No need to say anything out loud, since Cora skimmed her thoughts to pick up on the juicy tidbits. “I see you’ve taken my advice.”
    “Yeah, and it landed me a job offer.” Somehow she couldn’t get excited over the prospect, no matter how ridiculously tempting the salary might be.
    Cora tilted her head to the side as if doing so could grant her better reception into Gen’s mind. Gen hissed out a breath. “Nana, for God’s sake—”
    “Shhh,” Cora cut her off, concentrating on something only her powerful mind could pick up. Narrowing her eyes, she looked more like a petulant young girl than a 104-year-old telepath. “I’m listening to your subconscious mind, something you ought to do more often.”
    “Unless it has a way to help me find Tanny or get a real job—”
    Again, Cora interrupted her with a quick slashing motion. Gen heaved a great sigh and sipped her drink. The strong woodsy aroma was more like a rich blend of coffee than an herbal tea. Gardening had long been Cora’s outlet for her frenetic backlog of energy. How pathetic that Gen wished she had half of her grandmother’s zest for life.
    Pretty damn sad.
    “Actually, it’s not,” Cora answered her unspoken thought.
    “You know I hate it when you do that. Can we have a normal verbal conversation, please?”
    Cora shrugged her slim shoulders. “If you would prefer. Now, do you want to talk, or do you want to know what you need to do?”
    Gen pushed her chair back and took her empty mug to the sink. “I know what I need to do. I need to find a new job and wait here for Tanny.”
    Cora made a rude noise. “Oh, fuck that. You are not your sister’s keeper, Genevieve. Your own life is passing you by at an astronomical rate. Honey, you need to get laid.”
    The spoon Gen had been washing clattered into the sink. “This conversation is disturbing on so many levels!”
    “Forget that you’re talking with good old Nana for a second and talk to me, woman to woman. You’re alone and you’re lonely. Believe me, I remember what that feels like. But closing yourself off from the world doesn’t keep it at bay. You still have to do the drudgery, the mundane things. Honey, you’re taking on all of the challenges and ignoring the rewards that are just waiting out there for you to grab them. Touch, comfort, self-confidence. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t crave more of all three.”
    Gen squared her shoulders. “So what if I do? What do you suggest?”
    “Take Alison up on her offer. Do the secret-shopper gig, find your bliss. All of your problems will still be waiting for you when you come back, I promise. And who knows, maybe you will be in a better place to tackle them?”
    Gen bit her lip.
    Cora took a step closer and gripped Gen’s hand. “Do you remember when you wanted to take antigrav dance lessons? Your mother thought it was indecent, improper. What did I say to her?”
    Gen grinned at the memory, one of her favorites from childhood. “‘Take