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is
abou' him tha' makes me want to bury ma head in the
sand."
    "He's supposedly psychic.
Isn't that what Aggie said?"
    "Aye," Roan replied in a
barely audible voice. "I guess I'm uneasy wi' him because I know
nothin’ abou' him."
    "Lachlan—" Laura gasped when
Roan's fingers grazed the Vee of her loins and a spasm of wanton
need ripped through her. "—wanted him to return," she finished,
breathless, her eyes blinking rapidly.
    "Aye, he did."
    Lost deeper in his thoughts,
a frown marring his brow, he palmed her breast and gently kneaded
it. He wasn't aware of Laura's rapidly escalating desire, or of her
raspy breaths.
    "So much to do, I don't know
where to begin."
    Laura moaned softly. But
despite her heated condition, she managed, "Just take one day at a
time."
    After a moment, Roan
murmured an indecipherable response. Laura reached down to run her
fingertips along his chest, but he unexpectedly sat up and wearily
ran his hands down his face.
    "Ye're right. One day at a
time." Springing from the bed, he headed for the door. "I'm goin’
to check on the lads. I'll meet you downstairs for
breakfast."
    Before Laura could utter a
protest, Roan was gone. For a long moment she could do nothing but
stare at the closed door in disbelief. Then she sat up, gave a
shake of her head, and deeply sighed.
    "The honeymoon's over before
it began."
    She glanced about the room
and gave another shake of her head, then fixed her gaze on the
portrait of Lachlan hanging over the fireplace mantel.
    "I wish you could tell me
what's going on inside his head— What am I talking about? We have a
psychic in residence, don't we?"
    Her spirits lifting, she
climbed out of the bed and padded toward the bathroom. Unbeknown to
her, a shadow slipped from behind the curtains of the window Roan
had been at when Laura had awakened. It moved toward the bed,
paused for a time, then crossed the room and melted into and beyond
the door.
    Laura re-entered the bedroom
after brushing her teeth and washing her face and hands. She was
humming a medley of tunes while on a direct path for the wardrobe
when a familiar sensation invaded her limbs. A feeling of liquid
warmth passed beneath her skin, flowing with the steadiness of a
mountain spring. The sensation centralized within her chest.
Circled her heart then gradually dissipated. As always when she was
visited by this phenomenon, she was left with a sense of absolute
serenity. It was as if a celestial haze blanketed her
brain.
    She got dressed, combed her
hair, and left the bedroom. Hunger and a need for her first cup of
coffee headed her in the direction of the kitchen. But the residual
impressions she carried of the mysterious presence she'd
encountered was urging her to seek Roan.
    * * *
    Winston stepped first onto
the main landing and swung Alby down the last two stairs. He was
laughing at the boy's insistence that he be given another 'swing
down', when something slammed his awareness. A brief dark cloud
passed across his mindscreen. Alarmed, he cautioned Alby to remain
where he was then ran to the double front doors. He passed through
the small greenhouse and flung open one of the outer doors, then
stepped out into the bright morning sunlight reflecting off the
snow. Countless impressions invaded his mind, so forceful he
staggered from the assault. He was stunned that his psychic powers
had returned with such a vengeance, and that his mind had opened
itself to every particle of information floating in the air. At a
point where he was finally sorting through the mental deluge,
thunder caught his attention.
    A zephyrous "Too soon!"
moaned in his ears, and he instantly recognized the voice as that
of the mysterious woman he'd met the previous night. He sensed her
alarm. Her distress. Then—
    At the same instant he
looked up to see a whirlpool of black clouds lowering over the
property, he sensed the woman send off a network of energy—energy
he couldn't identify. The clouds lifted slightly. Thunder loudly
rumbled.