Free Her Guardians: Her Guardians Trilogy Book 1 by Jaimie Roberts

justified, of course. I didn’t really know how to answer that one. There was only one way I could, but do I—or Lisa-Marie, for that matter—want to find that out?
    “There is only one way to figure out what you want to know, but I’m unsure if you really want to go down that road. If the tables were turned, I wouldn’t want to see any bad things happening to me.”
    She sa t there, contemplating for a moment. “Would you do it if I asked you only to reveal something good? If you don’t want to do it, I would totally understand. I’m just intrigued as I was supposed to die today. I’m not sure how my life will be mapped out now because of it.”
    I thought about what she said and got an idea. “Okay, think about it this way…and I think it may be better if you did. What if you weren’t meant to die today? What if fate played a hand in helping us both by me slipping on that ice and you walking past at the precise time I fell?”
    A smile widened on her face. “You mean, maybe you were meant to save my life?”
    “Yes, precisely.” I took a sip of my tea and placed it on the table.
    Her smile widened , obviously pleased. “Yes, that works. I feel better now. Thanks.”
    “No problem. Do you still want me to see something nice for you?”
    “Okay,” she said with a wink . “But make it good.”
    She reached out her hand to me and I grasped it.
    Right away, I saw an image of a very attractive young girl, not that much older than Lisa-Marie. She was smiling and coming in for a kiss. The love Lisa-Marie felt for this girl was awe-inspiring.
    “Oh,” I said, completely surprised.
    “What is it? It’s not bad, is it?”
    I saw her frightened expression and knew I had to answer as quickly as possible. “No, not at all. I didn’t realise something about you, that’s all. You will meet a girl soon—next week, in fact.”
    Widening her eyes , she smiled at me. “Really? Wow. I’ve been single for a while now and wasn’t sure how my life was heading in that department. Um…you don’t feel any different towards me because of it, do you?”
    I shook my head. “Of course not. I’d be the last one to judge. My uncle Billy and his partner Chris raised me since I was six.”
    “Wow, that’s awesome, but what happened to your parents?”
    “They died in a car crash.”
    She frowned , looking a little sad. “Did you never see it? The crash, I mean.”
    “For some reason, no. My parents knew I had this ‘gift’, as everyone calls it, and they stopped touching my hand. They said some things were better left unsaid. You see, I can’t see your future in, say, ten years’ time. It has to be the very near future.”
    “Oh , I see. That makes sense. I’m sorry to hear about your mum and dad. I don’t know what I’d do without mine.”
    And I knew they felt exactly the same way about her.
    Lisa-Marie stayed for a little while longer, but when it got close to eleven o’clock, she thought it was about time she left. It turned out she only lived a couple of streets down from me. It amazed me how we had never seen each other before but, then again, fate may have lent a hand today.
    At the door , we exchanged mobile numbers as we both wanted to keep in touch. I knew she would make a good friend, and needed more of those around me.
    Once I was ready for bed, I took Michael’s shirt out and inhaled his scent again. The familiar ache was back the minute I smelled it. Pulling the shirt up over my head, I settled down into bed. I could smell him all around me, and I fell into a very deep and wonderful sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
    I was floating on clouds. What a wonderful sensation. I was blissfully happy with Michael by my side. He cradled me in his arms and I smiled. He looked at me adoringly, stroking my face. We