Page 7 of The Lost Soldier
He held up the book, not wanting to say the words out loud.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” She clanked about the kitchen, making two bowls of slop before putting one in front of him, along with a cup of coffee that looked and smelled like tar. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she sat in the chair next to him. “Where’d you get that book?”
“It was left here, I suspect by Scottie.”
“He sounded like a firm believer, even if he doesn’t want me here.”
“So are you,” he said with an arched brow as he stuffed a fork full of noodles, dripping with a watery, white sauce that tasted like a glue and paper mixture, into his mouth.
“I’ve always believed in psychic abilities, but it’s only been in the last few years I’ve bought into The Collective Order.”
“I opened to that chapter. Weird stuff.”
“Let’s save that discussion for after we find the SEAL team.” She plugged her nose as she chewed her food.
He laughed. “It’s not that bad.”
“It tastes like armpits.”
“Right. Because you’ve had your share of eatable armpits. Tell me, do you prefer them with or without hair?”
“That’s even more disgusting.”
He watched as she continued to inhale her food, all while keeping her thumb and index finger firmly planted over her nose. Her forehead crinkled with every swallow. Savanah had never been the kind of woman to hold back her thoughts. Strong-willed and stubborn didn’t do her personality justice. Her confidence exploded off her skin, radiating a glow as if she were doing the catwalk. When they’d been dating, he could sit and stare at her for hours, enjoying the fluidity of her body movements.
“Last summer you said you had the ability to remote view. You know the government tried to use the very same—”
She covered his mouth with her hand.
He resisted the urge to kiss the soft swell of her palm.
“I’m very well-aware of the failure of that program and the loss of lives. But the government didn’t use psychics, and instead tried to train those without abilities, and as it often is with top-secret experiments, no one knew about other programs goingon at the time that harvested many viewers with other talented psychics.”
He nodded, knowing he had to put aside all his default defenses. He wouldn’t admit anything to her, but he would do what his government asked him to in order to save his men. “Is that the only ability you have?”
She cocked her head and gave him an amused smile.
He tossed his hands. “Look, I’m stuck here, with you, and am told this is how I’m to be useful in finding my fellow SEALs, so for now, I will suspend disbelief, okay?”
Her turn to nod. “Just in the last few weeks, I have been able to invite Brett into my view and to use it to hurl him into another.”
“That makes no sense to me.”
“In order to remote view, you have to have a connection somehow. It can be through knowing the person, or having something that person owned, or just by going to a specific place. When I had been kidnapped, Brett could always find me, but the people who held me captive were also psychics, and they could block him, but not if I drew him inside my space between.”
He kicked back the chair, stood and started to pace, rubbing his temples. “That doesn’t help me understand.”
“I can show you better than I can explain it.”
He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her while she chewed on her fingernail. “How can you do that?”
“You have the ability to remote view.”
He shook his head. “The only thing I’ve been able to do is see events right before they happen. Likerightbefore they happen.”
“That’s because you try to block everything. If you let it flow, it will happen.” She held out her hands. “Sit. Let me show you.”
“I’ve lost my fucking mind,” he muttered, sitting down, holding her hands, fanning his thumbs over her soft wrists. He’d never be able to resist her. Ever. No matter how hard he tried.
