Psychic Link (Linked Inc. Book 2) Read Online Free

voice.
    “Mine too.” A deep voice Cara knew all too well came from the direction of the door. Her ex, Eric, stood in the doorway, holding a pizza box in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other. Cara’s heart twisted as she tried to bite back an angry retort.
    “And that’s my cue.” Cara gave a tight-lipped smile up at Cooper and gently placed the baby in his arms. “I’m sorry about your sister.”
    Cara grabbed her keys and headed for the door. Eric blocked her exit. “If you’d dressed like that when we were together, I never would have strayed.”
    “Apologize,” Cooper demanded, coming to stand next to her.
    “That’s okay. He’s right. Your brother is only attracted to sluts, and I look like one.” Cara turned back to Eric and masked her inner turmoil with deceptive calm. “The thing is, I can go home and wash mine away. Can’t say the same thing about your girlfriend.”
    “Wife.” His brow rose. His eyes twinkled as if he was trying to turn a knife no longer in her chest.
    “Even better.” Cara grinned. The joke was on him. “You’re saddled for life, or at least half of the equitable assets, whichever comes first. Good luck with that.”
    Cara slid past Eric, careful not to touch him. She’d moved past hate into acceptance a long time ago. She was still plenty pissed, but it was more at herself. Seeing him again just kind of confirmed it. Dating him had been a colossal mistake. Even colossal mistakes helped a spirit grow.
    She opened her car door just as Cooper slowly approached. “I’m sorry for Eric.”
    “Don’t be. You aren’t your brother’s keeper,” she said, remembering her sister’s words. Thank God Cara wasn’t Quinn’s.
    “Please help me find her.” His voice cracked in desperation, and his eyes pleaded. “I’ll do anything; I’ll pay you anything. You name it. Just touch her stuff and see if you can give me any clues where she might be.”      
    “I don’t want your money.”
    “If not for me, then for Adam. He deserves to have his momma.”
    She should have seen the kid card coming. Cara let out a lengthy sigh. “Fine, I’m going to need something personal of hers.”
    “I can do better. I can take you to her house tomorrow, and you can touch whatever you want.”
    Cara nodded. She could do this, not for Eric, but for Cooper and Adam. The quicker she was about helping, the quicker she could forget. Maybe she’d be rewarded with a halo to go with her horns. It could happen. “Pick me up at eight. I live at 544 Rhodes Avenue.”
    “Thanks.” He went to touch her arm, and she eased away. His brows dipped, and he dropped his hand. “Sorry, I forgot.”
    Cara slid into her car, shut the door, and drove down the street. She glanced in the rearview mirror to find Cooper still watching. Unease swept through her body, as she thought about what answers she’d find.
    “Please don’t be dead,” she whispered into the silence of her car.
     

 
     
    Chapter 3
     
     
     
    Cooper parked outside the yellow beach house. Sheer curtains drifted through the open windows and danced on the wind. He hadn’t expected her to live on the beach. He’d thought her the more practical type, maybe a brick one-story in town near her office, or even something with a flashing sign that said Psychic On Duty. This place was normal, even quaint. He ran his hand over his face, half in anticipation and half in dread. He’d asked for this, even though he didn’t believe her capable.
    He got out of the car, headed toward the front door, and rapped his knuckles against the wood. He lowered his sunglasses to shield his eyes from the early warm sun as the beach breeze kissed his skin. He heard the movement inside and saw a tall figure approaching, making him do a double take at the house numbers again.
    “Aye?” A tall man, wearing nothing more than a Scottish kilt, answered the door.
    “Uh…does Cara Thornton live here?”
    “Who’s asking?” The man crossed his arms