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“Oh, sure. I’ll take her.” Fitzgibbon stood up and scooped the baby out of his arms. “Let’s go for a walk, cutie pie.”
Tennyson took the seat Kevin had left. He reached out for Burke’s hands. The fact that they were covered in dried blood didn’t seem to phase the psychic one bit. “The last time I saw you, I saw Eli.”
Burke wasn’t quite sure what Tennyson meant. “Eli wasn’t at the Memorial Day cookout. How could you have seen him?”
“With my gift.” Tennyson smiled gently. Not only did he have the ability to speak to the dead, he was also psychic.
“I don’t know anything about that.” It was true. Tennyson was the first psychic he’d ever met. He hadn’t exactly been first in line that day at the cookout asking Ten what his future held.
“Most people don’t. What I can tell you was that I saw love coming into your life. I could see Eli just as clearly as I’m seeing you now.”
“What did you see?” Was this guy serious? Or was he just trying to keep Burke’s mind off what was going on with Eli.
Ten grinned. “Do you really want to know?”
“I do.” Burke meant it.
“It’s funny you say that, because those were the words you and Eli were exchanging.”
Burke sucked in a shocked breath. “You saw our wedding day?”
“I did.” Tennyson gave Burke’s hands a squeeze. “The reason I’m telling you this now, is because I still see it.”
“I don’t understand.” What on earth was Tennyson talking about? Eli was in the operating room having a bullet taken out of him. No one knew if he was going to live and here was this psychic talking about how he still saw Eli marrying Burke. “Oh!”
“You’re following along with me now.” Ten’s face brightened.
“If this shooting had ended badly, you wouldn’t still be seeing our wedding day, right?” Burke thought he understood what point Tennyson was driving home, but he needed to be sure.
Ten nodded. “I don’t know what the outcome of this day is going to be other than to say Eli is going to make it. I thought that was something you should know. I could feel the fear rolling off you. It wouldn’t be fair to let you suffer like that.”
“Thank you, Tennyson.” Tears pricked Burke’s eyes. They were happy tears now, instead of being born out of fear.
“Why don’t we get you cleaned up. There’s a washroom down the hall and I’ll grab you some scrubs to put on since your clothes are ruined.”
“Okay.” Burke followed Tennyson back toward the front of the waiting room. He could see Cisco, Ronan, and Fitzgibbon speaking quietly together. Ronan was holding something blue in his hands.
“I had the nurse grab some clothes for you.” He handed Tennyson a shirt and a pair of pants.
The door to the ER opened. A nurse in unicorn scrubs stepped into the waiting room. “I’m looking for Cisco Jackson.”
“That’s me.” Cisco grabbed Burke’s arm and brought him to where the nurse was standing.
“Officer Dixon is still in surgery, but we wanted to give you an update on his condition. The bullet struck his upper chest, entering under his collarbone and exiting through his back. He’s going to be off his feet for a while, but will make a full recovery.
“When can I see him?” Burke asked. There was so much he needed to say. Things he should have been brave enough to say last night. Things he thought he might never get the chance to say.
“In a few hours. The surgeon is still working on him, then he’ll need time to wake up from the anesthesia.” The nurse’s dark eyes narrowed. “Are you Burke?”
“I am.” Why did the nurse know his name?
“Officer Dixon woke up in the ER while we were evaluating his condition. He had a message for you that he kept repeating. I promised to give it to you if he didn’t make it.”
“What was it?” What did Eli need him to know?
She laughed. “Since Officer Dixon is going to pull through, I’ll let him tell you himself.” With that, she turned and walked back into the ER.
Burke felt his mouth drop open. “What do you think he said?”
