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it wasn't work calling, but her Aunt Jean. Great! I need to ask her about those visions I had during Rick's healing season, she reminded herself, and then flipped the phone open.
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    The brisk stream of water felt good as it flowed over his body. His muscles still ached from his fall, but the bruises were already fading quite fast. Rick was glad he'd allowed Allison to place her healing hands on him. Growing up as a sithech, he'd experienced a lot of things most regular folks would consider 'magick'. Everything from his family and friends shape-shifting into wolf form to his siblings' psychic and aura-sensing abilities, but he had never experienced a healing session before.
    The women in Allison's family were well-known for their healing abilities on those with wolf-blood. Rick had always wondered if it was a placebo effect, brought about by just the belief that they were being healed. But, yet, her hands had been unusually warm on his chest. And when he had closed his eyes and given in to what she was attempting to do, Allison's emotions had broken through his psychic barrier. He empathically picked up on what she was feeling.
    Rick shuddered, recalling, at first, a marvelous sensation. A feeling which was warm and comforting like a blanket on a cold night. His body also responded under her touch. It made his heart race with deep emotions. Not just horny wolf-hound feelings, but feelings of being truly loved and cared for. Emotions he had buried deep had bubbled to the surface. Allison Browne's healing touch was truly amazing, and a little spooky at the same time.
    Yet, everything had changed. It was so sudden, so quick that he'd opened his eyes. Allison had turned pale as a ghost. Whatever she was experiencing had shaken her. He remembered how he'd leaped from the table and held her while she came out of her altered state. And, even though she said she was fine, he knew better.
    Whatever it was, it couldn't be good...and he was curious to know what had spooked her.
    He stuck his head under the flowing shower, then cut off the water and stepped out of the tub. Not only did he feel he owed her one, for healing him, but he also sensed an overwhelming desire to be close to her.
    A while later, after he changed into a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Rick made his way down the hallway toward the kitchen. He stopped just as he reached the threshold and quietly watched Allison. She was seated in her little breakfast nook, gazing out the window while spooning another scoop of ice cream from a pint-sized container into her mouth.
    "Hey, I thought you were going to fix sandwiches for lunch," he said, strolling across the sunlit tile and sliding into the seat opposite her.
    "Huh?" She blinked, snapping out of her thoughts, and then glanced down at the half-empty pint on the kitchen table in front of her. "Oh, I'm sorry." She blushed. "If you still want a sandwich, I can make you one."
    "No, I've got it." He rose from the table while she told him where the bread and sandwich fixings were. "I don't mean to pry, but when I walked in just now, you seemed to be miles away. Is anything bothering you, doc?"
    "Well, if you must know, my aunt called while I was finishing up in the garden. I asked her about…well, about those visions I had during your healing session."
    "Oh, really?" Rick stopped his sandwich making and turned to face her. "And what did she say?"
    "She had an idea or two, but she wasn't one hundred percent sure either," Allison frowned, the shrugged. "I figure maybe I was tired. I was ending my shift when you were brought in, so maybe that might have something to do with it. Know what I mean?"
    Rick placed his finished sandwich on a plate, then walked over and sat down again at the table across from her. "Well, being sithech, we've both seen and experienced things that most folks would never even dream of…like shapeshifting, psychic abilities and sensing auras. So, maybe, our wolf-blood may have had something to do with