Gifted Connections: Book 2(63)

“Jace,” I pleaded.

“What do you want?” he growled.

“You,” I panted.

He didn’t make me wait any longer as he plunged into me. After two strokes I was already falling apart around him, but he wasn’t done with me. He continued to slide in and out of me, his size stretching me to a pleasant sort of pain. He made me fall apart two more times, each time more intense than the last, before he allowed himself his own release.



We took a quick shower, barely able to keep our hands to each other before I firmly, but reluctantly, told him I needed to get back down to the kitchen to finish dinner.

“How’s Drake?” I asked as I slid my clothing back on.

He frowned. “Not good. He’s going to take this break up hard. He told Rose he’ll accompany her to any Dr. appointments, along with Collin, until the DNA test comes back. Then they’ll all take it from there.”

I sighed. “When do you think they’ll get that done?”

“She’s refusing to get one done until after the child is born. She denied any intimate relationship with Collin until he showed Drake their text messages. I think she may have burned both bridges in her denial. She’s still holding out for Drake,” Jace’s lips twisted in derision.

“Well if Ella’s prediction is correct, it’s not Drake’s. But what happens if she was wrong…?” I grimaced, as I crossed my arms across my chest. “What happens if it is his?”

He enfolded me in an embrace, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. “He’s done with her. Remy told Drake about the time she hit on him, plus he doesn’t believe Collin’s her first indiscretion. He thought he loved her, and I’m sure in a way he still does, but she killed any more affection he may feel for her. Her betrayal cut too deep. If she came clean immediately, he may have forgiven her, but he can never trust her again. If—and there’s a big if—it is Drake’s child, he’ll do the right thing and take care of them, but he’s not going to want a relationship with her. Will you be okay with that?”

I nodded without hesitation. “If that’s the case, I can’t deny him a relationship with his own child. Taking care of the baby would be the right thing to do. I’m not happy about it, but a child shouldn’t suffer because of any of my insecurities. I guess I’ll give him time to decide where he stands in our connections, but technically, it was already made…”

Jace gave me a gentle squeeze. “We’re moths to your flame, none of us is strong enough to avoid you. We’re all drawn to you. You’re our nucleus.”



I found Drake pulling the last of the homemade lasagna noodles out of the pot of boiling water. I joined him at the counter and started to layer the lasagna with the finished noodles, meat sauce, and spinach ricotta mixture.

“Thanks for making the salads for me while I was out shopping,” he said quietly as he began layering his own pan of lasagna.

“Are you okay?” I asked gently as I reached out and ran a hand along his back.

He gave me a crooked smile; his bright blue eyes behind his wire framed glances studied me for a moment. “I will be, not today, not tomorrow, but some day. I hope you’ll be patient with me.”

“I’m not rushing you,” I said resolutely. “I know your situation just got a whole lot more complicated, but I’ll be there for you whenever you need me to be. If you need to talk or vent, I’ll be there for you.”

“Her first appointment is this Friday,” he said hesitantly. “She thinks she about 10 weeks along.”

“How do you feel about that?” I asked gently.

He gave me another crooked little grin. “Are you psychoanalyzing me? You do remember that I am the psyche major?”

I giggled. “I know!”

“I feel…trapped, angry, betrayed,” he spoke after a few minutes of silence. “I knew she seemed preoccupied at times, and some of her stories didn’t add up. Now she’s…pregnant and maybe, just maybe, if you weren’t around I would marry her. Deceptions and all. Now, if it is my child, I can only be a part time father and that’s not how I imagined my life, when or if I ever decided to have children.”

“Well let’s hope Ella’s prediction is correct and it isn’t your baby,” I frowned.

His eyes rounded. “She had a premonition,” he whispered hopefully.

I nodded, but I had to clarify things. “That’s what she told me, before time was changed. However, some of her other premonitions didn’t come true.”

I placed my pan of lasagna in the oven and pulled out the loaves of ciabatta bread to begin making the garlic toast.

“Most precogs are accurate,” Will stated as he came into the room. “Sorry for eavesdropping,” his mouth said, but his eyes said otherwise. “We have the power to change our destinies, but with every vision, the truth was in there somewhere. She’s unique,” he informed me. “I’ve met other precogs capable of seeing 5 minutes into the future, 10 minutes into the future, even days into the future. I’ve never encountered anyone who was able to see weeks, and even months, into the future. Especially at such a tender age and with no formal training.”

“So, is there a chance it’s not my child?” Drake said with wonder.