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the wolf hadn’t been reading her mind because he was part of her mind, her subconscious. Right?

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    “Oh, he wasn’t just your subconscious.”
    If she weren’t herself an empath with some telepathic abilities, Aziza might have been shocked by the old man’s apparent mind-reading abilities.
    Before she could respond, Aziza caught movement from the corner of her eyes. Someone who hadn’t been there before was sitting in the chair the old man had vacated.
    It was David!
    Aziza blinked. Okay, maybe it wasn’t David, but it was at least a damn good facsimile. She tried not to stare and let on to his grandfather that there was more than one David in the room.
    Or did the old man see him, too?
    Ghost-David raised a finger to his lips and shook his head.
    “Is everything all right?” his grandfather asked, following her gaze before turning back to her with a question in his eyes.
    Aziza was pretty sure the old man couldn’t see David. “E-everything’s fine. It’s just that I need to take your grandson’s vitals, and it would be better if you weren’t here when I did that.”
    A lie, of course. She had taken patients’ vitals hundreds of times with their relatives present. It was just less stressful to everyone involved if the relative wasn’t present during an exam, especially now and under the circumstances.
    “I understand perfectly. It’s like I told my grandson before you got here. I’m going to talk to my son and his wife and my other grandboys and make sure you two have the privacy you need.” He put a hand on her arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “So, I’ll leave you two alone now.”
    “That would be perfect, Mr. Healey.” Aziza escorted him to the door, and he stopped at the threshold, leaned in, and kissed her on the cheek.
    “Call me Grampa.” He opened the door and stepped into the hall, but before the door closed all the way, he popped his head back in. “Don’t forget to lock it.” Then, he was gone.

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    Gracie C. McKeever
    What did the old man think she was going to do with his grandson?
    Oh yeah, he could read her mind and knew exactly what she was going to do. Or at least what she wanted to do. Now whether or not her conscience and good sense would let her follow the call of her loins was another matter altogether.
    “You can’t molest a man who asks for it.”
    She shook herself, turned, and marched back to the chair where Ghost-David was now standing. “What is going on with you?”
    “I’m not sure yet. I just know that I’m here, and I’m there.” He jutted his chin at his still body in the bed.
    How jarring was this for him, able to communicate and move around in one form, but incapacitated and helpless in another?
    “Can’t you just get back inside your body and, you know, bring yourself out of this?”
    “I tried that already.”
    “Oh.”
    “I’m open to other suggestions, though.” He looked at her with an expectant expression that about broke her heart. After all, he was heir to a fortune and a rich, powerful businessman in his own right, accustomed to being in control and having people jump to attention when he entered a room. She couldn’t imagine it was easy for him to ask her, ask anyone, for help.
    Aziza approached the bed, re-read the assessment notes to see if she had missed anything. When nothing jumped out at her after several minutes, she went to David’s bedside to take his vitals, heart pounding totally out of proportion to what it should at the prospect of sticking a thermometer in a grown man’s rectum.
    She was unnerved, to say the least, knowing David was behind her and watching every move she made with his unconscious body.
    When Aziza reached for his wrist to take his pulse, she heard a sharp gasp behind her and turned to see him gaping. “What’s wrong?”

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    “I…I’m not sure.”
    “Do me a favor and turn around.”
    The dazed