In Lingering Touch, Finn’s powers of psychometry go out of control. It was fascinating to see what my muse came up with in describing his abilities.
LINGERING TOUCH
The Summer Park Psychics, book three
His forehead rested against the window and his eyes were closed. Either he was asleep or trying to avoid conversation. Jazz let him be. She wouldn’t know what to say even if she tried. She hoped he was sleeping and did her best to keep the ride smooth for him.
The miles rolled by, dark scenery turning to slate gray as dawn approached. The sky brightened to a cloudless blue. They were nearing the coast. It would be a hot and humid day.
Finn lurched forward in his chair shouting, “No!”
Jazz jerked on the wheel. The SUV shimmied as she tried to regain control. She barely kept it from rolling.
“What the hell, Finn?” Her heart was pounding and her mouth had gone completely dry. She glanced over at him.
He was clutching the dashboard, his chest heaving and eyes wide. He swallowed a few times and pressed his head back against the headrest.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah… Yeah.”
She was not buying it. It must have been one of the nightmares he talked about. His eyes were haunted.
“How bad was it?” she asked.
“What? It wasn’t…” He shook his head, then ran his hands over his face. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Fine.”
She could hear his heavy breaths, and they weren’t slowing down. Glancing over, his eyes were still wide.
“You doing okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Bullshit.”
“Jazz, please just leave it.” He closed his eyes and shook his head.
“Okay.” Whatever he had seen in the dream must have been horrible.
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