Never Just a Dream - The Psychic Trilogy Book 2

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Never Reveal Your Gifts

After entering the restaurant, neither of them had any idea what was happening. Bill knew, in his heart he knew, but could he trust her with the truth? Angela thought the exact same thing. Neither of them were ready for the truth.

And so, they sat down, picked up their menu, unsure what to say or even think.

Unable to stand the silence, Angela spoke up. “Have you been here before; do you have a favorite?”

“Yes, I have. I do love the angel hair pasta and,” he hesitated.

“And you love lasagna too?” She asked and wondered if she should have asked that.

He frowned. “How did you know that?”

She shrugged. “Everyone loves those dishes; it’s just a guess.” She briefly closed her eyes and thought back over the past few days. Images of their ‘future together’ came into her mind, but maybe it’s the ‘past’ and not the future; she truly didn’t know what they were.

“Angela? Sorry, can I call you that?”

“My friends call me Angie.”

He smiled. “Angie; I like that.”

Moments later, the waitress came over to take their orders. After ordering, they felt a little more relaxed. Before their food arrived, Angie, hoping to get a conversation started, seemed very forthcoming about her siblings and their lives before moving to the city.

“Oh, I’m sorry about your parents. That must have been really tough.”

“It was, but it’s been almost ten years now. I finished high school barely out of my teens when it happened. We moved in with our aunt and uncle.”

“When did you decide to become a lawyer?”

“After college, I just wanted to help and being a lawyer seemed interesting. I’ve always wanted to learn the law and so I finished law school and here I am. What about you?”

“Well, being a policeman was pretty much planned for me. My father and my brother were both policemen.”

“Did you say were, but they’re not?” She couldn’t finish.

“Yes, they’re both gone,” he sadly replied.

“Oh, Bill, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, Angie.” They tried to smile, feeling a sort of peace to talk about their lives; tragic and sad as they may be.

Minutes later, the food arrived. “I’m starved. I didn’t have lunch today.” Angie dived in.

He chuckled. “It does smell good.” They both ordered lasagna with a salad on the side. Enjoying their meal, they continued to talk about their lives since the death of their relatives, but then Angie dropped a hint. She’d sensed something more as if he may be like her, meaning a psychic.

“Can I ask you something and this is going to sound strange but,” she hesitated.

His mouth full of food, he swallowed. “Go on.”

“Have we met before?” She asked and waited.

He chuckled. “That’s my line.”

She put her fork down. “I’m serious,” she said and stared at him.

“No, I don’t think so,” he replied becoming concerned.

“Okay, but I have this feeling that we’ve met before.”

“What college did you attend?”

“Come on, Bill; it’s been years since undergraduate school plus my class was over 10,000 students.”

“Maybe we did attend the same schools; anything is possible,” he said.

“Okay, I’ll play along; I went to Columbia from 2042-46.”

“I didn’t finish college, but I too attended Columbia for a few years from 43-45.”

“Okay, what about classes?”

“Well, let’s see; I took the usual freshman classes, but I don’t remember you.”

“I don’t remember you either.”

“Okay, let’s both think back and we may remember each other; anything is possible.” He said it again, hoping to convince her that they had met before.

After a few minutes of eating and drinking wine, she remembered. “I do remember you. Do you know Ashley Adams?”

He chuckled. “Yes, I know Ashley. She’s married to my best friend and partner, Detective David Waters.”

“Oh, my goodness, that means that you were at their wedding, but why didn’t we meet?”

He shrugged. “The guest list was fairly large, over 200 people.”

“You’re probably right,” she thoughtfully said. Now, having second thoughts about her dreams, she frowned and tried to remember. Maybe it’s the past and not the future, but that didn’t make any sense. It’s the future. She certainly would have remembered having an affair with him or even meeting him. Confused, she rubbed her temples.

“Are you alright?” Bill asked concerned.

“I have a headache and,” she replied.

“Waitress!? Could you bring us the check and doggie bags, please?”

“Of course,” the waitress replied.

“I’m sorry, Bill,” Angie said.

“It’s alright. I’ll take you home.”

After paying for their meal, and receiving doggie bags, he hailed a cab then slipped in beside her.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“I would worry too much, so, I’m coming,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks, Bill.” Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at her apartment building. They climbed the stairs. “Are you sure you’re Okay?”

She felt horrible about cutting their evening short like this. Her dreams were confusing, but sometimes they didn’t make any sense and sometimes they did. Her dreams of Bill may be just that; just another dream. Her prior dreams of him were always welcome. She sensed a future; a wonderful future with him, but maybe it wasn’t the future but the past. Was it Bill or someone else?

“I’m fine.” He handed her the doggie bag, then things were awkward and tense. He wanted to kiss her goodnight. Angie sensed this, so she kissed his cheek. “Good night and thanks for dinner.” She smiled and held up the doggie bag.

“You’re welcome; good night, Angie.” He turned and left, but one more look but she was gone. He re-entered the taxi and headed home. Inside the cab, he so wanted to tell her about his life, about being a psychic. That whole story about college was to trip her up; to throw her off the track. ‘Never reveal your gifts.’ Those words were drummed into his brain for so long, but could he tell her the truth? He’d been burned before, but Angie was different from anyone he’d ever met. So very different, but was she the one; the one he’d dreamed about for years?

Angie took the stairs up to her third-floor apartment she shared with both her siblings. The youngest of the family, still in medical school, her brother, Andrew, wanted to be a doctor. When he could get away, he came to visit on holidays, and in the summer, although this summer, he got a job close to school in the next county.

Thinking of Bill, she entered her bedroom, exhausted from the entire evening. Her dreams came back into her mind. The dream is the future. Bill is wrong; they hadn’t met before. She would have remembered him, but her dreams hadn’t started until recently, not years before.

Her mind ran in circles trying to remember her dreams of him, but they were so short that maybe something else happened besides holding hands and almost kissing.

Her headache, now gone, she showered, changed and went to bed. Hopefully, more clues would come.

That night in a dream world:

“Oh, Bill,” she murmured after they kissed.

“Come with me,” he said and took her hand. Now wearing cover-ups, the next thing she knew, they were in a building, a hotel lobby maybe. Hand in hand, they entered an elevator and they kissed again. In the dream, it seemed as if they were on vacation or was it their honeymoon?

Moments later, her eyes popped open:

It’s not the past, but the future. It must be, and its Bill; It’s Bill. She said that to herself quite a few times.

Dede poked her head in. “Oh, you’re awake?”

Angie sat up straighter. “Yes, I’m awake.” She glanced at the clock. “It’s almost midnight; I thought you would be home before now.”

She came inside and sat down on at the foot of the bed. “I know, the manager asked if I would stay a few more hours.”

“Dede, he does this to you every week. You have to put your foot down.”

“I need the money.”

“Sweetie, you don’t have to work; you could go back to school, and.” She froze at her sister’s expression.

Not that again, she thought. “Okay, I don’t want to argue. You know how I feel about school.”

“I know, but being a waitress is kind of dead-end.”

“Not everyone can be a doctor or a lawyer, and I enjoy it, meeting people and a lot of our clients are regulars.”

“I know that, but.”

“Look, school is just not for me. I tried several years of college and it didn’t work, so let’s not discuss it.”

Angie inwardly sighed. “Alright; you’re tired; I’m tired. I’ll tell you about my date with ‘Bill’ tomorrow.” She lay back down.

“What? You had a date with ‘Bill’?”

She sat up again. “Yes, we went on a date, but it didn’t go well.”

Dede frowned. “What happened?”

“I truly don’t know. I tried to feel him out. The moment we met, I got a weird vibe, like he’s one of us, meaning a psychic, but then I asked him if we’d met before. He made light of that question then he went on saying maybe we met in college and attended a wedding with friends from school. It’s really strange.”

Dede had a thought. “So, you got a feeling that he’s a psychic and he tried to throw you off the track? Hum, sounds like something we would do.” She raised her eyebrows.

“Do you think it’s true?” Angie asked. She wasn’t exactly happy about that idea, but it would explain these weird vibes.

“Maybe; maybe not. It could be something else you may not have considered.”

“What is it?”

She smiled indulgent of her sister. “It could be… love.”

Stunned, she hadn’t considered that. “Love?”

After entering the restaurant, neither of them had any idea what was happening. Bill knew, in his heart he knew, but could he trust her with the truth? Angela thought the exact same thing. Neither of them were ready for the truth.

And so, they sat down, picked up their menu, unsure what to say or even think.

Unable to stand the silence, Angela spoke up. “Have you been here before; do you have a favorite?”

“Yes, I have. I do love the angel hair pasta and,” he hesitated.

“And you love lasagna too?” She asked and wondered if she should have asked that.

He frowned. “How did you know that?”

She shrugged. “Everyone loves those dishes; it’s just a guess.” She briefly closed her eyes and thought back over the past few days. Images of their ‘future together’ came into her mind, but maybe it’s the ‘past’ and not the future; she truly didn’t know what they were.

“Angela? Sorry, can I call you that?”

“My friends call me Angie.”

He smiled. “Angie; I like that.”

Moments later, the waitress came over to take their orders. After ordering, they felt a little more relaxed. Before their food arrived, Angie, hoping to get a conversation started, seemed very forthcoming about her siblings and their lives before moving to the city.

“Oh, I’m sorry about your parents. That must have been really tough.”

“It was, but it’s been almost ten years now. I finished high school barely out of my teens when it happened. We moved in with our aunt and uncle.”

“When did you decide to become a lawyer?”

“After college, I just wanted to help and being a lawyer seemed interesting. I’ve always wanted to learn the law and so I finished law school and here I am. What about you?”

“Well, being a policeman was pretty much planned for me. My father and my brother were both policemen.”

“Did you say were, but they’re not?” She couldn’t finish.

“Yes, they’re both gone,” he sadly replied.

“Oh, Bill, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, Angie.” They tried to smile, feeling a sort of peace to talk about their lives; tragic and sad as they may be.

Minutes later, the food arrived. “I’m starved. I didn’t have lunch today.” Angie dived in.

He chuckled. “It does smell good.” They both ordered lasagna with a salad on the side. Enjoying their meal, they continued to talk about their lives since the death of their relatives, but then Angie dropped a hint. She’d sensed something more as if he may be like her, meaning a psychic.

“Can I ask you something and this is going to sound strange but,” she hesitated.

His mouth full of food, he swallowed. “Go on.”

“Have we met before?” She asked and waited.

He chuckled. “That’s my line.”

She put her fork down. “I’m serious,” she said and stared at him.

“No, I don’t think so,” he replied becoming concerned.

“Okay, but I have this feeling that we’ve met before.”

“What college did you attend?”

“Come on, Bill; it’s been years since undergraduate school plus my class was over 10,000 students.”

“Maybe we did attend the same schools; anything is possible,” he said.

“Okay, I’ll play along; I went to Columbia from 2042-46.”

“I didn’t finish college, but I too attended Columbia for a few years from 43-45.”

“Okay, what about classes?”

“Well, let’s see; I took the usual freshman classes, but I don’t remember you.”

“I don’t remember you either.”

“Okay, let’s both think back and we may remember each other; anything is possible.” He said it again, hoping to convince her that they had met before.

After a few minutes of eating and drinking wine, she remembered. “I do remember you. Do you know Ashley Adams?”

He chuckled. “Yes, I know Ashley. She’s married to my best friend and partner, Detective David Waters.”

“Oh, my goodness, that means that you were at their wedding, but why didn’t we meet?”

He shrugged. “The guest list was fairly large, over 200 people.”

“You’re probably right,” she thoughtfully said. Now, having second thoughts about her dreams, she frowned and tried to remember. Maybe it’s the past and not the future, but that didn’t make any sense. It’s the future. She certainly would have remembered having an affair with him or even meeting him. Confused, she rubbed her temples.

“Are you alright?” Bill asked concerned.

“I have a headache and,” she replied.

“Waitress!? Could you bring us the check and doggie bags, please?”

“Of course,” the waitress replied.

“I’m sorry, Bill,” Angie said.

“It’s alright. I’ll take you home.”

After paying for their meal, and receiving doggie bags, he hailed a cab then slipped in beside her.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“I would worry too much, so, I’m coming,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks, Bill.” Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at her apartment building. They climbed the stairs. “Are you sure you’re Okay?”

She felt horrible about cutting their evening short like this. Her dreams were confusing, but sometimes they didn’t make any sense and sometimes they did. Her dreams of Bill may be just that; just another dream. Her prior dreams of him were always welcome. She sensed a future; a wonderful future with him, but maybe it wasn’t the future but the past. Was it Bill or someone else?

“I’m fine.” He handed her the doggie bag, then things were awkward and tense. He wanted to kiss her goodnight. Angie sensed this, so she kissed his cheek. “Good night and thanks for dinner.” She smiled and held up the doggie bag.

“You’re welcome; good night, Angie.” He turned and left, but one more look but she was gone. He re-entered the taxi and headed home. Inside the cab, he so wanted to tell her about his life, about being a psychic. That whole story about college was to trip her up; to throw her off the track. ‘Never reveal your gifts.’ Those words were drummed into his brain for so long, but could he tell her the truth? He’d been burned before, but Angie was different from anyone he’d ever met. So very different, but was she the one; the one he’d dreamed about for years?

Angie took the stairs up to her third-floor apartment she shared with both her siblings. The youngest of the family, still in medical school, her brother, Andrew, wanted to be a doctor. When he could get away, he came to visit on holidays, and in the summer, although this summer, he got a job close to school in the next county.

Thinking of Bill, she entered her bedroom, exhausted from the entire evening. Her dreams came back into her mind. The dream is the future. Bill is wrong; they hadn’t met before. She would have remembered him, but her dreams hadn’t started until recently, not years before.

Her mind ran in circles trying to remember her dreams of him, but they were so short that maybe something else happened besides holding hands and almost kissing.

Her headache, now gone, she showered, changed and went to bed. Hopefully, more clues would come.

That night in a dream world:

“Oh, Bill,” she murmured after they kissed.

“Come with me,” he said and took her hand. Now wearing cover-ups, the next thing she knew, they were in a building, a hotel lobby maybe. Hand in hand, they entered an elevator and they kissed again. In the dream, it seemed as if they were on vacation or was it their honeymoon?

Moments later, her eyes popped open:

It’s not the past, but the future. It must be, and its Bill; It’s Bill. She said that to herself quite a few times.

Dede poked her head in. “Oh, you’re awake?”

Angie sat up straighter. “Yes, I’m awake.” She glanced at the clock. “It’s almost midnight; I thought you would be home before now.”

She came inside and sat down on at the foot of the bed. “I know, the manager asked if I would stay a few more hours.”

“Dede, he does this to you every week. You have to put your foot down.”

“I need the money.”

“Sweetie, you don’t have to work; you could go back to school, and.” She froze at her sister’s expression.

Not that again, she thought. “Okay, I don’t want to argue. You know how I feel about school.”

“I know, but being a waitress is kind of dead-end.”

“Not everyone can be a doctor or a lawyer, and I enjoy it, meeting people and a lot of our clients are regulars.”

“I know that, but.”

“Look, school is just not for me. I tried several years of college and it didn’t work, so let’s not discuss it.”

Angie inwardly sighed. “Alright; you’re tired; I’m tired. I’ll tell you about my date with ‘Bill’ tomorrow.” She lay back down.

“What? You had a date with ‘Bill’?”

She sat up again. “Yes, we went on a date, but it didn’t go well.”

Dede frowned. “What happened?”

“I truly don’t know. I tried to feel him out. The moment we met, I got a weird vibe, like he’s one of us, meaning a psychic, but then I asked him if we’d met before. He made light of that question then he went on saying maybe we met in college and attended a wedding with friends from school. It’s really strange.”

Dede had a thought. “So, you got a feeling that he’s a psychic and he tried to throw you off the track? Hum, sounds like something we would do.” She raised her eyebrows.

“Do you think it’s true?” Angie asked. She wasn’t exactly happy about that idea, but it would explain these weird vibes.

“Maybe; maybe not. It could be something else you may not have considered.”

“What is it?”

She smiled indulgent of her sister. “It could be… love.”

Stunned, she hadn’t considered that. “Love?”

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