Page 7 of Hidden Passions


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His jaw sets, and he cocks his head, sitting back. “Go on.”

I fill him in some more about my not-dinner with Lucien.

“I wondered why you got home so early,” he murmurs. I bet you did, Wolf.

“I want to know if I have the thing that my mother has. And if I do, I really need to know that I’m not going to hurt anyone with it.”

“Oh-kay…”

“Would you be willing to let me try it with you? And you tell me how you’re feeling while I do it?”

“Oh,” he brightens. “Sure.”

“There’s a risk…”

He raises a hand. “I was in service, remember. I know about risk. And I’ve been experimented on.”

I sit, facing Wolf. “I don’t know what it is that tunes me into the start of it. What opens the door, is it some kind of an emotional pitch? I don’t know.”

“Do you want to try meditation?”

“That’s a good idea.”

I pick a meditation mix to put on the speaker.

For about twenty minutes, I try looking into Wolf’s eyes. All kinds of nice things happen inside me. But no spooky connections.

I say, “Can we try with our eyes closed?”

He smiles and lets his lids close. Wolf has ridiculously sexy, hooded eyes.

I think about ten minutes have passed. Nothing happened. I have an idea.

“Maybe if we chant or something, I’ll tune into a vibration.”

“Should we try it in Katmandu, maybe?”

“Wolf!”

“Seriously. My sexy wildcat lawyer lioness woman is melting into a hippie before my eyes.”

“Can we just try?”

He smiles. I feel the warmth from across the room.

The rumble of Wolf’s voice fires me up inside. “Okay.”

But we can’t.

Someone’s banging on my door.

I’m thinking it must be a neighbor. Someone in the building. Otherwise, how would they be here?

I open the door.

It’s not a neighbor.

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