Wherever She Goes (Psychic Seasons by ReGina Welling (you can read anyone txt) 📕

Contents

Title

Copyright

Dedication

Description

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Excerpt from Cat Killed A Rat

Wherever She Goes

by ReGina Welling

COPYRIGHT NOTICE

© 2015 ReGina Welling.

All Rights Reserved, worldwide.

No part of this book or any of its contents may be reproduced, copied, modified or adapted, without the prior written consent of the author, unless otherwise indicated for stand-alone materials.

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to places or people (living or dead) is purely coincidental. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Dedication

This book, in fact, this entire series, is dedicated to my friends and family for their unfailing support.

I love you all. This is for you.

Description

What man in his right mind would want to date a blind psychic? For Kat Canton, the answer was none so she turned away from romance completely.

Until the day a pair of warm brown eyes suddenly came into focus.

Now, she must decide whether to turn toward the light and let love into her life or walk away and remain in darkness.

In the fourth and final book of the Psychic Seasons series, Kat’s choice holds more than her own fate in the balance.

Chapter 1

In the space between one breath and the next, the music stopped, everything slowed and the only thing Kathleen Canton could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat as she gazed into eyes the color of melted chocolate. She blinked, then blinked again but nothing changed.

She could still see him.

Feet dragging, she tried to keep dancing. The music faded to a buzzing noise that vibrated through her head in waves while she fought against panic to take the next breath. Her heart lurched in her chest then started to race, each beat sounding like a metronome. Face tingling, Kat felt it when the world started to tunnel down into the fading distance and caught herself just on the brink of fainting in Zack Roman’s arms.

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Another hour, Zack thought. Just one more hour and then he could slide out the door, go home, and get out of this monkey suit. He glanced around the room alert to that vague tingle that always warned him of trouble. Sworn to protect and serve, he wore the mantle of responsibility 24/7.

Satisfied all was as it should be, he turned his attention back to the woman in his arms and realized the source of that tingle had been right here all along. Her annoyance was an electric thing, pulsing and sparking at him.

Nothing like anger to bring out the best in a woman. Like right now for instance. Her head thrown back, shoulders squared off as she prepared to take him down a peg or two. She opened that gorgeous mouth to treat him to a scathing retort for his ill-timed comment about her psychic ability, then snapped it shut again and turned her head away.

Just about to ask her if something was wrong, he felt her body loosen up as with a sigh, she lowered her head to rest on his shoulder.

Something was wrong. His cop sense screamed it and he instinctively gathered her closer. Bending his head to see if he could get a closer look, he inhaled deeply when the scent of her rose up to tickle against his nose. Zack did his best to ignore the spark of interest that flared in him and instead tightened strong arms around her and slowed his steps to give her a chance to regain her composure.

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A deluge of thoughts raced through Kat’s mind but only one seemed to be blinking neon. I can see, I can see, I can see.

But why now? Did it have something to do with Zack?

Kat was overwhelmed with the urge to laugh and cry at the same time. She wanted to shout from the rooftops that her vision had returned. But what if it didn’t last? Just in case, she’d better keep quiet. No sense in jinxing herself.

Yes, that would be the best thing. Decision made, she carefully smoothed away the shocked expression on her now pale face and lifted her head again. Fixing her eyes straight ahead, she searched her memory for the topic then picked up the discussion where they had left off.

“You don’t believe in the supernatural.” It was more statement than question and to her surprise, Zack seemed unaware that anything momentous had happened.

“In what? Ghosts and crystal balls and ‘I see dead people’?” Zack scoffed.

“What about intuition? Do you believe in that?” Dealing with skeptics went along with the territory when you made a living reading cards and connecting people with the other side.

She had him there. His “cop sense,” as he called it, was legendary. Or it had been until Logan Ellis came along and there it had failed him miserably. The man had managed to elude arrest ever since Zack’s own sister, Gustavia, had helped expose the con Ellis had been trying to run on her best friend, Julie.

In fact, Zack had only agreed to attend this wedding on the off chance that Ellis might be crazy or stupid enough to try and sneak in while his ex-fiancé was getting married.

“I follow my gut—if that’s what you’re asking—but that’s instinct, finely honed instinct. It doesn’t come from spirits or the ether; it comes from paying attention to body language, subtle clues. It’s a skill.”

“A skill you developed from nothing or one you were born with and honed over the years?”

Kat already knew the truth just as surely as she could predict his answer. Yet she waited for his confirmation. Most people as intuitive as Zack were born with a heightened level of psychic ability—not on Kat’s level usually—but high enough to notice, if they wanted to admit to it.

“I have always had a knack for finding things, people, whatever. Let’s not make more of it than it