Never Just a Dream - The Psychic Trilogy Book 2

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I'm Every Woman

Back at her office, Angie finished her draft brief and emailed it to her boss. Thinking of Bill and their conversation, just a few hours ago, she shook her head at his stubbornness. He thought they could just be friends. He knew what their bond represented, what it could mean, but he fought it and she wondered why.

At first, she was the one reluctant to even think about being in a relationship. She supposed their dreams had a lot to do with that, but maybe it wasn’t their dreams, but something more. It’s too much to hope for, but maybe it’s true.

Moments later, she looked up when a knock came at the door. Her sister poked her head in. “Got a minute?” Dede asked and came inside.

“Dede, is something wrong?” She picked up her cell phone. “Oh, it’s Andy; he sent us a text. He’s fine.” Relieved, she asked, “Is this about Andy or something else?” She raised her eyebrows.

She chuckled. “No, it’s not about Andy, but I did call him and he’s coming home for a few days.”

“That’s wonderful news. Did he say when?”

“In a few weeks,” she replied.

Happy about that, she sat back down. “Was there something else?” She asked, curious about her relationship with Peggy.

Dede sat down, but first she had a question. “I saw the news about Bill getting hurt. Tell me you know what happened?”

“Yes, I know and I went to see him and he’s doing fine. We talked and,” she hesitated.

“What happened?” Dede asked suddenly worried for some reason.

“Well, long story short, we kissed several times.”

Dede gasped. “And, how was it?”

She chuckled. “It was nice, but he’s home resting now, and I offered to stay with him, but he kicked me out.”

“Let me get this straight. You offered to stay and take care of him and he turned you down? Talk about being a first.”

She sighed, stood up and walked. “He’s got this protective side and being a police officer, well, he doesn’t want me to be hurt meaning, he could die on the job.”

Dede came closer. “I guess I can see his point of view, but tell me you didn’t go along with that?”

“No, I didn’t go along with it, but he did have some valid points.”

“What possible reason could he have to even suggest it?”

“You see, he knows about me and, to my complete and utter shock, he’s one of us.”

Dede stared at her sister. “No way; he has psychic abilities just like us?”

“Not exactly like us. He dreams of me; I dream of him, but that’s about it.”

“But there could be more? Has he given you any clues that he dreams about other things besides you?”

Angie frowned and considered it. “No, he hasn’t,” she thoughtfully replied.

“You should ask him,” Dede suggested.

“I will when I see him tonight. So, any news about Peggy?”

She turned and walked back to her seat. “Is everything Okay between you two? Did you talk to her about your feelings?”

“Sort of. She’s bisexual.”

“Oh, I see and do you have a problem with that?”

“No, not really. She said she gave it a try being with a man and she’s not interested in that anymore.”

She watched her sister carefully. “That’s good news; isn’t it?”

“Yes and no.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, but I care about her and she may not feel ready for a serious relationship. We’re both young and.”

“Dede, you’re only a year younger than me.”

“I know, but I’m not talking about age but experience. I’ve never had a girlfriend and neither has she.”

“I see your point. Well, a few dates and late night talks never hurt.”

Angie’s intercom beeped. “Hold that thought. Yes, Betty, who is it?”

“Detective Douglas is on the line.”

“Oh, that’s my queue. I’ll see you tonight,” Dede said then she left.

“Bye Dede. Put him through. Bill, how are you?”

“I’m fine Angie, but… I miss you.”

“Oh, I miss you too. Should I bring some takeout tonight or?”

“I would love some Chinese?”

“Seriously, you want Chinese?”

“Yes, wonton soup and chicken and vegetables sound good.”

“Someone is feeling better, but I don’t think I can make it until eight. Is that alright?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Bye Bill.”

“Bye Angie.”

After talking with her sister, Dede had a few hours to spare, so she headed back to the apartment, but to her complete shock, Andrew had come home. Stunned to see her brother sitting in the living room watching television when she didn’t even know he was coming.

“Andy, what in the world are you doing here? I thought.”

“Hey, Sis, I had to see you.” He smiled despite his problems.

“Give me a hug first.” She sat down and hugged him close. Something wasn’t right. “Now, tell me what’s going on.”

He sighed. “I’m in trouble but you can’t tell Angie.”

Dede frowned and listened to him. What she got from his story is that he owed money to a lot of people. After he had stopped speaking, she stood up and walked.

“We have to tell Angie about this.”

“What’s the point? She’ll just be mad and she may force me to leave school and live here.”

“What’s wrong with living here with us; we have plenty of room?”

“Nothing is wrong, but I can’t live with my two sisters. I have a minimal love life as it is.”

Dede chuckled. “It wouldn’t be permanent just until you can find a place.”

“I can’t afford it.”

“Of course, you can. We have plenty of money.”

He glanced at his shoes. She crossed her arms. “Alright, tell me.”

“I may have a gambling problem.”

“Oh, no. Is this about using your gifts to gamble? I thought you had outgrown that. You’re what, twenty-two years old?”

He stood up and walked over to the window. “It’s not ‘that’ much money; only, ten thousand.” He waited for the blow-up. It didn’t come.

“Look, Andy, I have the money; you can pay off your debts, but you will tell Angie the truth. The most she’ll do is put you in some type of addiction program so this doesn’t happen again.”

“Really, Sis, you’ll loan me the money?”

“Yes, I’m happy you picked up on that. You’ll be finishing medical school soon, and once you get a residency, I want my money back… with interest.”

He chuckled. “You’re the best, Dede. I love you.”

“I love you too, jerk! Now, I have to get to work.”

“I’ll be here for a few days and I’ll tell Angie tonight.”

“About that, Angie has a boyfriend.”

“Wow, she does; that hasn’t happened in forever.”

“Yeah, since college, but we’ll support her in every way. But there’s something you should know; he’s a police officer; a detective.” Silence followed the statement. “I know what you’re thinking. They hit a rough patch, but I think it will work, and there’s something else. He has psychic powers.”

Andy sat down. “Wow, talk about a double-whammy!”

She chuckled. “He’s a good guy; so, don’t badger her about it. She has enough to worry about.”

“And what about you? How’s Peggy doing?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Stunned, she asked, “How did you know about her?”

“I’m your brother. I know you, Sis. You’ve never been interested in boys and you talk about Peggy all the time.”

“It’s not all the time.”

“Oh really?” He smiled at her rather sad expression. “You know I wish you all the best.”

She popped his shoulder. “You too.”

Later, in Bill’s apartment:

Angie felt nervous for some reason. Holding the food, she knocked and a few minutes later, he opened the door.

“Hey, you made it! Is that dinner?” He asked and took it from her. “Did you bring enough for two? I wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t eat with me.”

“Of course, I did,” she replied with a smile. She followed him into the dining room. “You sit and I’ll get plates and silverware.”

“Angie, as I said, I’m feeling a lot better.” He took a seat.

“You don’t want to overdo it. Your wound could reopen and any number of things. Where are the glasses?”

“In the right cabinet over the counter on your right; no, the other right.”

“Oh, I see them,” she said. After sitting down and distributing the food and pouring them sodas, they began their meal.

“Do you say grace?” He asked and wondered about her religion.

“I’m a Baptist, but I don’t go to church,” she replied.

“I don’t either. My Mom would throttle me if she knew.”

“Does she live here in New York?” She asked.

“No, she lives with my older sister and her husband in Jersey City.”

“Oh, so you do have another sibling? What’s her name?”

“Her name is Beth and she’s ten years older than me. Can we say grace; I’m starving?” He asked with a smile.

“Oh, sure.” They bowed their heads. “God, we thank you for this food. For rest and home and all things good. But most of all for those we love. Amen.”

“Amen. Let’s eat,” Bill said and dived in.

After eating for a few minutes, the air was tense and awkward. They stared at each other. “Bill,” she whispered.

“Angie,” he whispered.

“You start,” Bill said.

“After our ‘confessions’ earlier today, my sister came to see me and I told her about you, and how we’re the same, I mean, our abilities.”

“Do you think that’s wise?”

“Don’t worry, she won’t tell anyone, but she seemed surprised that we did confide in each other. As I said, I’ve never told anyone about me, and now she’s worried too.”

“I see; I guess I should tell you what happened the first time I realized I had these gifts.”

“Only if you want to,” she said.

“It’s Okay.” He took a deep breath. “We grew up together and in our senior year, after the prom, I told her.”

“And it didn’t go well?”

“No, it didn’t. She felt betrayed that I hadn’t told her years ago, and she didn’t understand about family secrets and not telling anyone.”

“I’m so sorry. Where is she now?”

“Married with two kids,” he replied and took a sip of soda. “Thanks for the food. It really hit the spot, but now I’m a little tired.”

It’s obvious he didn’t want to talk about his childhood sweetheart. “It’s Okay, you go lay down and I’ll clean up.”

After that was done, Angie came into the bedroom and found him trying to remove the arm brace.

“Let me help you,” she said and came closer. Heart pounding, she didn’t know where to begin without touching him.

“You have to reach under my arm; there’s a clip to unhook it.”

“Oh, I see it,” she said and the brace was removed. His arm was still wrapped with dressing. After removing his button-down shirt, he was naked from the waist up and she couldn’t help but stare.

“I have a night shirt to wear to bed, but I may not be able to put it on without your help.”

“If it hurts you, maybe you should just sleep with the brace?”

“Alright,” he agreed and she helped him put the brace back on.

Under the covers, she tucked him in, then whispered, “Do you need anything?”

“Just you; can you stay for a few minutes?”

She smiled. “Do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?”

“No, that’s not necessary, but it is a nice thought,” he flirted with her.

“As I said, someone is on the mend.”

He took her hand. “Sometimes I’m afraid to go to sleep. I’ve never told anyone this.”

“What is it?”

“Sometimes, I have these dreams about people I haven’t met; like Bobby.”

“You dreamed of Bobby?”

“No, his twin; I knew they were different; I just knew.”

“And it happened after you met Bobby or before?”

“It was before I met him. I knew he was guilty and that they planned the whole thing, but I can’t prove it, and without the gun or the money, we have no case.”

“I see,” she thoughtfully said.

“Do you have to leave. Can you lay here beside me or is that asking too much?”

“Bill, now, it’s a nice thought, but we’re asking for trouble.”

“I won’t do anything; my arm is pounding; I’m sleepy too.”

“Well, alright, but only until the medication kicks in.” She got some water then he took his medication. She lay down on her side head on the pillow. “Are you getting sleepy?”

“Yeah, I am.” He turned his head. “I could get used to this.”

“Go to sleep.”

He took a deep breath and tried to relax, then he thought of his confession about his first love. After she told him she no longer wanted to see him, his world fell apart. He thought he was in love; they spoke the words multiple times. Now with a broken heart, he had to leave, so he went to college, although he hated it. His father wanted more for him, not to be a cop, so, he went to Columbia, but he never liked school, and after two years, he returned home and joined the academy. His Father didn’t like it, especially with his gifts, but he wanted to help people and so he became a police officer.

Now, lying beside the girl of his dreams, he had to say it so that she would understand. He turned his head, but her eyes were closed. She’s asleep, but then he looked down and her hand covered his; it soothed him like nothing ever had.

A few hours later in a dream:

As I walk through the mist, I come upon a scene of a man in an alley. This one seemed worried and upset. I could see his face, but I’ve never seen him before. Another man stepped out of the mist directly in front of the first one. “Give it to me.” The first one spoke. “It’s all I have; I don’t have the rest, but I will.” The second one was not happy. “I gave you another week, and you have to pay.” Afraid, the other one backed up then the gun appeared. “I’ll have the rest by the end of the week. Please.” Too late. The gun went off.

Back to the present:

Someone shook his shoulder. “Angie, where I am?” Bill blinked and knew he was safe.

“I’m right here. Another bad dream?”

He rubbed his tired eyes. “Yeah, another one and it’s bad. Someone died.”

“Oh, no, did you recognize anyone?”

“No, I’ve never seen the shooter before or the man who was shot. It’s so frustrating. I’ve only had these types of dreams a few times, but it makes no difference if I can’t find them.”

“It’s the future, you saw?”

“Yes, it’s not the past.”

“Are you sure? You said it’s only had these dreams twice, and maybe this time it’s already happened.”

“No, the first time was the future because I read about it in the papers weeks later. Why would it change? I think it’s the future.”

She didn’t want to upset him, then she glanced at the clock. “It’s almost dawn; I have to leave.”

He took her hand. “Thank you for dinner, being here and staying with me.”

Hearts pounding, they stared at each other. “Well, I can come with you if you need me for your next appointment.”

He chuckled. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll be back at work in a day or two.”

“So soon?”

“I think so. The stitches will be removed tomorrow, and then I’ll be back at work.”

“Okay,” she said, but she didn’t want to leave.

He sensed this. “Angie, aren’t you going to kiss me goodbye?”

“Well, just one kiss.” She touched his cheek, then leaned forward and they kissed, but this time, he deepened the kiss; heads turned and moans were uttered. Tongues touched and swirled; they couldn’t get close enough, but then, Bill pulled away and touched his arm and groaned.

“I’m sorry; are you Okay?” She felt awful about hurting him.

“I’m fine; just a little twinge.”

“I feel terrible; it’s all my fault.” She jumped out of bed. “I shouldn’t have come. This attraction between us; it’s getting stronger and I.”

“You can’t fight it and neither can I.” He tried to sit up. “Look, we should take a few days and when I’m stronger and my arm isn’t so sensitive, we can go out on a date and talk. There’s no rush to do anything if we’re not ready. Do you agree?”

She did agree but she was going to miss him. “But when will I see you?”

He slowly got out of bed and walked towards her. She stared at his wide chest with a sprinkle of hair, strong arms and ripped ABS. Frozen in place, not sure what he was going to do, then he reached out with his good arm and touched her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his hand, then she felt his lips on hers. She went into his arms, careful not to hurt him.

He kissed her deeply, tasting her tongue so warm and sweet in his mouth. After a minute, he pulled away and to secure their breathing, he rested his forehead against hers. “There; that should hold you until we see each other again.”

She slowly opened her eyes. “I guess it’ll have to do.” She smiled at his rather stunned expression. “Good night; no, good morning.”

“Good morning, Angie.”

Then she was gone.

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