Free Psychic Visions 08-Now You See Her... by Dale Mayer Page A

geneticist found out then sure he could see people wanting her DNA, but really, that was as easy as a swab in her mouth, wasn’t it? Not kidnapping her. He didn’t know much about cutting edge research but he doubted the average company could get away with it. Then again, there was nothing average about this scenario.
    Or her.
    She moaned, and her hand slid across his chest and around his waist. He shuddered. He’d worn his boxers to bed and she’d slept in only slightly more. Oh good Lord. Her arm pulled up against his chest, stroking across his belly.
    He shuddered.
    He deserved two medals for this.
    Trying to shift so as not to wake her, he rolled sideways. She flipped onto her back, her arms and legs spread. In his mind he could see her breasts gently rolling with the movement. He didn’t dare look. She was too damn attractive.
    Longish hair, smooth clear skin and in the morning, she was soft and gentle.
    Unlike the abrasive personality he’d met so far. He glanced at the time and realized it was ten o’clock. He’d not had enough sleep to make up for the lost night but enough he could function for the day. Now if only he knew what the day would bring.
    He slipped out from under the covers and headed for the washroom. His cell phone buzzed as he passed his charger. He snatched it up and carried on into the washroom.
    Stefan. Good.
    He read the short message. Stefan hadn’t found a missing person’s report on either the deceased male or Simone. Figured. She’d likely killed him and booked it.
    He stepped into shower. The water hit his sore back, making him lean over and let the heat pound away at the muscles.
    He didn’t know what to do with Tia next. She was supposed to have been meeting Stefan when she was attacked. Maybe he could convince her to continue with that plan this morning. He couldn’t have let her walk out to the streets last night. She’d been ready to but he’d seen the hesitancy, maybe the fear. She might have been on the streets for years, but she’d lost that edge somewhere in between. In that time she’d gotten lax. And when forced back into the old situation, weak. That’s how her attackers had gotten to her. She might not have been able to fight off or avoid the confrontation when she’d been street smart, but now there was a layer of I don’t want to live like this anymore surrounding her.
    He didn’t blame her. He wouldn’t want to either.
    He finished his shower and managed to run his electric razor over his heavy stubble. Feeling better, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into his bedroom.
    And damn if his bed wasn’t empty.
    His heart pounding, he stopped in place. Had she been taken or just woken up in a weird place and been frightened?
    The door to his bedroom was closed – just the way he’d left it. So was his window. The bedding appeared to be the way he’d left it. And…he walked closer. This could take some getting used to…she was still in bed, but from what he could see, she was completely invisible. As in the blankets on his side were pushed back as he’d left them. But on the other side the blankets raised in the air over her missing form.
    So was she still sleeping?
    And how come he couldn’t see her now?
    He desperately wanted to ask Stefan some of these questions. He could see her head lying on the pillow and could hear her breath rising and falling in her chest. She slept.
    He quickly texted several questions to Stefan.
    And got dressed.
    Not sure it was safe to leave her but not really having much choice, he walked downstairs to his kitchen and put on coffee. As it started to drip, his phone rang.
    Stefan.
    “She’s sleeping but appears to be completely invisible.” Quickly he explained what he’d seen last night in the middle of the night and the way she looked now.
    “Why the hell is she able to do this?” he asked. “It makes no sense. No one can go invisible.”
    “She’s not going invisible as much as her energy is taking