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mouth while his thumbs stroked her cheeks and
    neck.
    His crisp chest hairs teased her engorged nipples with every movement,
    and she writhed under him as her arousal spiraled higher.
    He pulled back enough to look into her eyes. "Katelyn ..."
    Her name on his lips sounded exotic, forbidden, and a sudden orgasm
    slammed into her. She dug her nails into the muscles of his back as her
    world spiraled.
    Katelyn blinked as blood slowly returned to her brain and she realized she
    still stood inside her shop with a death grip on Grayson's arm. Her legs
    wobbled, and she held on tighter to keep from collapsing.
    He gently pried her fingers off his bare arm, wincing at the deep indents
    her nails had left. "Katelyn, are you all right?"
    She nodded, amazed she didn't have another spontaneous orgasm when he
    uttered her name. As if a large weight pressed down on her, Katelyn
    leaned heavily on the counter and concentrated on slowing her ragged
    breathing and pounding heart.

    "A vision?"
    She closed her eyes against the sensual assault of his deep voice as she
    continued to concentrate on bringing air into her lungs while her body
    screamed at her to throw him to the floor and ride him until neither of
    them could move.
    What the hell is wrong with me? Something isn't right.
    When she looked up, expecting to see a calculating gleam in his eyes or,
    even worse, distrust and pity, she was stunned to see genuine concern. His
    reaction both shocked and warmed her. Most people didn't understand her
    visions, so, therefore, they feared them and reacted accordingly.
    Without a word, Grayson walked around the counter and steadied her. She
    recoiled, afraid she'd have a repeat vision and become a puddle of goo on
    the floor at his feet. But when his warm hand closed over her shoulder,
    nothing happened except for the enticing scent of man and chai that filled
    her senses.
    He led her from behind the counter to the overstuffed chair he'd spent the
    last few days in and gently helped her sit.
    In no condition to object, Katelyn sank into the cushions.
    Grayson cupped her cheek and ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom
    lip. "I'll try to find you some bread or sugar. Stay here."
    Her skin still tingled where he'd touched her, which did nothing to help
    her shake the effects of the vision. Katelyn fisted her hands in her lap,
    resisting the urge to bring her fingers to her lips.
    Grayson slid behind the cafe counter and rummaged through the fridge
    and cold case. He returned moments later and pressed a cold bottle of
    water into her hands.

    Her hands shook as she gripped the bottle to twist off the cap—and
    realized he'd already done it for her. A small surge of gratitude warmed
    her.
    Maybe chivalry isn't quite dead—just severely crippled.
    When she'd taken a large drink and swallowed, he pressed a muffin into
    her hands. Katelyn stared down at the pastry, surprised he knew how to
    counter the effects of a particularly strong vision. And even more surprised
    that she appreciated the gesture.
    Okay, possibly men were useful for more than sex. Maybe she'd start slow
    and find a male friend first, and then work up to the rest.
    She'd already determined Grayson was either a practitioner or a very old
    soul, but even with that, he continued to intrigue her.
    "Eat, Katelyn. You'll feel better." He knelt in front of her, those liquid
    amethyst eyes concerned and watchful. "Then we can discuss that drink
    you mentioned before Ethel intruded on our conversation."
    Embarrassed, she took a bite of muffin and chewed. The carbs should
    equalize her system. She kept a drawer full of Milky Way candy bars for
    just this reason, but she was too embarrassed to ask him to go raid her
    stash. The muffin would have to do. She swallowed and chased it down
    with a swig of water before meeting his gaze. "I was asking you out for a
    drink, but I'm not sure I'm up for it after that vision."
    The sensation of her nipples grazing against his muscular chest while