Free True Connection (The Soul Mate Series) by Rachel Walter

yesterday.” He glances my way and then looks back to the road. “It has several consequences and outcomes. In fact, I had to travel to get permission to tell you to begin with.” He turns the radio on, leaving me with my thoughts.
                  Now I’m starting to worry on top of being nervous as hell.
    Why do I need to be on a boat in the middle of a large lake before he sheds any light on this? Who did he need permission from and why did he need it?
    God, I hope he’s not a serial killer.
    Maybe his mom was abducted by aliens or his dad kidnapped some king’s son. Maybe I should’ve insisted we stay closer to home, closer to Henry. Maybe he…
    I’m going to give myself a migraine by the time we get to the damn lake! Then he’ll have to take me back home, and I’ll never find out what’s going on in his head.
    I glare over at Seth, and he’s chuckling. I turn down the radio and ask him what’s so funny.
                  “Just a random thought, that’s all.” He turns the radio back up.
                  Fine then, no talking.
    I watch him as he drives. Seeing the veins in his arm pop out as he turns the wheel and the muscles ripple when he shifts a gear, I wonder what those arms would feel like wrapped around… Stop it!
    Every damn time I’m around him, I think like a pervert! I inwardly growl and press my head back onto the headrest. I’ll just look out the window then.
    Trees are in no way erotic, or sensual, or perverted.
    Focusing on the trees is easy, but I can still smell him. His amazing smelling cologne mixed with his clean, spicy scent assaults my nose and begs me to lean in close. This car ride is taking forever.
    The longer it takes, the more nervous I get. I shift in my seat, cross and uncross my legs, and bite my lip as I stare at endless trees.
                  ‘ The way she bites her lip makes me want to pull the car over and… ’
                  I gasp, and choke on my breath or saliva.
    What was that?!
    Who was that?
                  “Jaz, are you okay? Do I need to pull the car over?”
    I stare at him with saucer-like eyes. Oh, my God, “ pull the car over .” It was him, he was in my head.
    His voice, in my freaking head!
                  “Stop the car! Stop the car, now!”
                  He glances in my direction looking concerned. “We’re about five minutes to the lake. Can’t you…”
                  “Stop. The. Car. Seth.” I demand between rasping breaths.
                  He pulls over alongside the road. There’s a fallen tree next to the car on my side, but there’s enough room for me to open the door. I wrench that sucker open and stumble out.
    I need a minute to myself. Or twenty.
    I walk towards the back of the car, step over the log and sit on it so I’m facing the trees, and away from him.
                  Good Lord, I just heard his voice in my head.
    Was that really his thought? Can I hear thoughts now? Wouldn’t that be mind reading?
    Wow, maybe I am crazy.
    Mind readers don’t exist.
    Henry will have to admit me to the hospital, and I’ll share a room with Mom. Maybe I’ll have my own room, and the walls will be padded. I’ll get a straightjacket, and they’ll have to give some really strong medicine to knock me out.
    Was I really biting my lip at the time?
    Should I ask him if he thought that?
    Oh, my God! No, I cannot ask him that!
    He’ll think I’m a loon for sure! Maybe I should test it first. I’ll bite my lip and see if that voice pops in my head again.
    I lean on my knees and put my head in my hands.
    This is ridiculous! Just get back in the car you’re being a jagoff!
                  I resist the urge to pull my hair out, and with a sigh, I stand. When I step back over the log, I look up to see Seth leaning against his back bumper, watching me.
                  “Is everything