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coming his way. She eyed him warily.
    “We’ll get there eventually. First, I have several things that need doing for my Timik I’ve been putting off.”
    “Where?”
    “New York.”
    Sarai’s eyes grew wide. “As in City?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Why?”
    “Our Timik has owned land, and eventually property, in that area for a very long time. For that reason, and because our financial advisors are based there, I periodically go to New York for business.”
    Vague, Sarai thought . But I’d bet that’s a lot of explanation for him. She wondered why he bothered to tell her. He could just have kept it to a cryptic “business” and she’d have gotten the hint.
    She looked back out at the scenery without responding. Now she was distracted by thoughts of their destination. She started running through scenarios in her mind. New York possibly gave her different options in terms of getting away. Although she still needed to decide if she was leaving Zac’s protection or risking his life by staying, hoping like hell she could change the future fate had in store for him.
    “You’re not going to argue with me?” Zac interrupted her mental manipulations.
    She glanced his way again and raised a slim shoulder. “Why bother? I have no home, nowhere to go…and no business other than seeing the future. New York’s as good as anywhere else for that.”
    “You don’t like being a Seer?”
    Sarai narrowed her eyes. Very few people realized that about her. She shifted in her seat to face him more fully. At the same time, she tried her best not to touch him, but the way he was angled, her entire right thigh was now plastered up against him. She ignored the sensations the contact was causing.
    “Why would you ask that?”
    “Your tone of voice right then. Sounds like you resent your gift.”
    She gave him a little half smile. “Not at all.”
    “I don’t believe you.”
    She turned back to the window, determined to stay that way this time. “I can’t help what you believe.”
    “If you ever want to talk about it—”
    “I don’t.”
    After a beat, he said quietly, “—I can be a good listener.”
    Eager to end the conversation, she said, “Wouldn’t know it by this conversation. I didn’t take you for such a talker.”
    Another long pause. Sarai bit her lip, feeling a little guilty. He was only trying to be kind. She just couldn’t encourage a relationship with this man. Not with the way it was destined to end.
    “Believe it or not, I used to talk a lot. My parents called me a chatterbox.”
    Suddenly, Sarai was in the middle of a rare look into the past. She didn’t get them often, but it was known to happen. She saw Zac as a little boy, nattering away to his parents, who listened with half-amused, half-exasperated smiles. He was the spitting image of his dad. Suddenly, as she watched, his father tossed his head back and laughed long and loud. A great billowing sound which made Zac and his mother laugh with him.
    With a blink she forced herself out of the image. She hadn’t needed that personal look into Zac’s life. She was trying to keep her distance. Zac’s parents were dead now. Killed by the same pack of wolf shifters who’d killed Andie’s mother. She knew that much about him.
    “Your father had a great laugh,” she murmured. With great effort, she kept her face turned away.
    Her words seemed to drop into a void.
    “How would you know that?” He sounded merely curious. “You can see the past?”
    Sarai gave a tiny nod. “Sometimes. Just glimpses. Memories, I think. You must’ve been thinking about them.”
    “He did have a great laugh,” he said after a moment. Even more softly, he murmured, “I used to laugh more. When they were alive.”
    Sarai jerked her head around, turning wide eyes his way, astonished he’d opened up to share something that personal. She felt a sudden, unwanted connection with the lost, lonely boy who’d had to become a man much too fast.
    As though he were embarrassed