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feel it too." He was horrified to think her father may have experimented on her
too. How long have you been telepathic? More than that, he didn't want to think
about never touching her. Never feeling her skin beneath his fingers, her mouth
crushed to his. The image was so vivid he could almost taste her. Even her hair
begged to be touched, a thick mass of shiny silk just asking for his fingers to
toss away the rest of the pins and free it for his inspection.
Lily shrugged easily, but a faint blush stole along her high cheekbones. All of
my life. And yes, it can be uncomfortable knowing other people's darkest
secrets. I've learned to live within certain boundaries. Maybe my father became
interested in psychic phenomena because he wished to help me. For whatever
reason, I can assure you, it had nothing to do with personal financial gain. She
let out a slow breath. "How terrible for you, to lose any of your men. You must
be very close. I hope I can find a way to help all of you."
Ryland sensed her sincerity. He was suspicious of her father in spite of her
protests. Is Dr. Whitney psychic? He knew he'd been broadcasting his sexual
fantasies a little too strongly but she was unshaken, handling the intensity of
the chemistry between them easily. And he knew the chemistry was on both sides.
He had a sudden desire to really shake her up, get past her cool demeanor just
once and see if fire burned beneath the ice. It was a hell of a thing in the
middle of the mess he was in.
Lily shook her head as she answered him. We've conducted many experiments and
have connected telepathically a few times under extreme conditions, but it was
sustained completely on my side. I must have inherited the talent through my
mother.
"When you touch him, can you read him?" Ryland asked curiously in a low voice.
He decided men were not all that far from the caves. His attraction to her was
raw and hot and beyond any experience he'd ever had. He was unable to control
his body's reaction to her. And she knew it. Unlike Ryland, she appeared to be
cool and unaffected, while he was shaken to his very core. She carried on their
conversation as if he weren't a firestorm burning out of control. As if his
blood weren't boiling and his body hard as rock and in desperate need. As if she
didn't even notice.
"Rarely. He is one of those people who has natural barriers. I think it's
because he believes so strongly in psychic talent, whereas most people don't.
Being aware of it all the time, he's probably built up a natural wall. I've
found many people have barriers to varying degrees. Some seem impossible to get
past and others are flimsy. What about you? Have you found the same thing?
You're a very strong telepath."
"Come here to me."
Her cool blue gaze drifted over him. Dismissed him. "I don't think so, Captain
Miller, I have far too much work to do."
"You're being a coward." He said it softly, his hungry gaze on her face.
She lifted her chin at him and gave him her haughty princess look. "I don't have
time for your little games, Captain Miller. Whatever you think is going on here,
is not."
His gaze dropped to her mouth. She had a perfect mouth. "Yes it is."
"It was interesting meeting you," Lily said and turned from him, walking without
haste away from him. As cool as ever.
Ryland didn't protest, instead watched her leave him without a single backward
glance. He willed her to look back, but she didn't. And she didn't replace the