“I don’t doubt what you feel, but I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for it.”
“Alright. Why don’t you explain it, genius.”
She didn’t really want an answer, but Brian couldn’t let it drop. And yet, he didn’t know what to say. Surely there was an explanation. Maybe what she said was true? She had another sense. No, that ranked right up there with telephone psychics.
“There might not be a simple answer,” he finally said.
“It’s simple enough. You don’t trust me.” She folded her arms and Brian knew there was little else he could say.
He wanted to believe, wished he could trust Esha’s assessment.
She tilted her head to one side and stepped closer, sliding her hands around his neck. They stared at each other.
Something passed between them like heat through a window pane. Esha’s eyes widened for an instant before she shut them and pulled Brian into a kiss. A gorgeous warmth washed away the jumble of questions in his mind.
There really was nothing to worry about. Esha was perfectly sane and perfectly fine. She just had an extra sense, that’s all. The sense of—desire?
She pulled slowly away, searching Brian’s eyes.
“Oh, wow,” he said.
With the kiss drying cold on his lips, he slipped his fingers through hers and they continued their walk.