I can feel it.”
“Maybe.” He had nightmares, sure, and a couple of scars. All the things Callum wanted to talk about. “I started working on my precognition. Trying something new.”
“Like practicing it?”
“Kind of.” She was still petting him, and he caught her hand. “See, what I figure is that if I’d had more lead time—if I’d seen…”
Her eyes were gentle. “Maybe,” she whispered. “Don’t torture yourself with maybes forever.
That almost put my dad in the mental hospital with my mom.”
“I know that. All the bullshit about hindsight, it’s true. But what good is it, Sera?” He gripped her upper arms, careful not to hold her too tightly. “What good is seeing the future if you can’t change it in time? Not trying will drive you nuts too—I learned that from my mom.”
She tilted her head. “What happened when you started practicing?”
“It got better.” A bit at a time, a few extra seconds of sight here and there. “It’s all about the moment. I don’t have grand, sweeping visions of the future like Wesley Dade, but what I do see… It’s clear. And if I can make that happen when I want it to, when it’ll do some good?
Fuck, Sera. Think of it.”
Her sudden smile was sure, confident—and sweet. “You should have seen Kat as a teenager. If she can practice and make that crazy empathy of hers useful, you can do it with your precognition.”
When she smiled at him like that, he needed to be better. Strong enough to deserve it.
“Anyway, that’s how I’ve been dealing on my terms. May as well do something constructive, right?”
“Can you see anything now?” Her smile had shifted, turned a little shy. “I mean, how do you try?”
“I concentrate.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes it’s there and sometimes it isn’t.”
“Is there anything there now?”
Julio closed his eyes and focused on shutting out everything, from the sound of Sera’s breathing to the roar of the surf, the cool sea breeze and the give of the sand beneath his shoes.
When everything was still, silent, he opened his mind and waited for something—anything—to fill the blankness.
Nothing came, and he opened his eyes with a sigh. “Nope.”
Sera rocked up on her toes, until her nose brushed his chin. “Good,” she murmured against his jaw. “I was making very illicit plans about what I’d like to do to you, and it’d suck if I could never surprise you.”
That tiny touch made him hard, and he turned his mouth to her cheek and smiled. “No, you can definitely still do that.”
“I’m glad.” Her teeth closed on his jaw in a teasing nip before she spun away. “Catch me.”
He gave her a few seconds’ head start, just to make it fair, then took off after her. Sand flew under their feet, and he chased her almost to the water before she dodged sharply to the left, trying to duck past him as the night filled with her breathless, giddy laughter.
He caught her with an arm around her waist and swung her up over his shoulder with a laugh.
“Got you.”
“Julio. ” Sand flew everywhere as she kicked her feet with another laugh. “I don’t know how you move so damn fast when you have to haul all these pretty muscles around with you.”
He slapped her ass. “I’m used to the pretty muscles. What about you?”
She squirmed with a choked noise. “What about what?”
He caught the scent of her arousal and promptly forgot what he was saying. “Huh?”
Sera laughed hoarsely. “I have no idea.”
Putting her down meant letting her slide against his body on the way, and Julio bit back a groan. “Me neither.”
As soon as her feet hit the sand, she hopped back a couple steps and leveled a finger at him. “Now you know better than to slap my ass.”
“Uh-huh.” She’d mentioned it before. If a casual smack made her that hot, he couldn’t imagine what would happen if he got her naked across his lap.
She was still watching him, shoulders tense, eyes wary—and more than a little hopeful.
“Well, you’re not running away. That’s a good sign.”
Maybe he’d misheard her, as caught up as he was in wondering if laying his hand across her ass would make her come. “Running away from what?”
“The kinky submissive.” Her smile was tired. “I’m such a stereotype, you know. Or maybe I’m reinforcing stereotypes? I can never remember.”
He groaned. “Surely you haven’t forgotten my key philosophy already.”
Sera made a face at him. “I suck at pop quizzes.”
“Then let me refresh your memory.” He took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Stop worrying about who you are and just be.”
Her fingers twitched toward her palm. “We all have things we’re dumb about. But I’ll try.”
“Do it for me?”
“Okay.” A gust of wind caught the ends of her disheveled hair and teased them across her face. She ignored them as she closed her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. “I can just be.”
Nothing could have stopped him from leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth. “I like who you are.”
She smiled against his cheek. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were flirting with me.”
“Because I am.” Light, easy. The kind of flirtation that came before first dates and flowers.
Her breathing hitched. Silence fell around them, then was filled by the distant noise of cars and people, and the more immediate sound of the water breaking gently on the sand. Sera tilted her head, rubbed her cheek against his as she nuzzled her way to the crook of his neck, where she inhaled deeply.
She kissed the side of his throat. “I’ve never tried the kind of flirting that ends with us going to our separate bedrooms at night.”
“Do you want to?”
“I wasn’t all that happy when we went to our own rooms last night.” It wasn’t much of a revelation, not when he’d been able to see her vague frustration and confusion. “But I don’t want this to end. I like hanging out with you. Talking to you.”
He could tell her it wouldn’t, that sex didn’t mean they couldn’t still be friends, but those were just words. “We don’t have to fall into bed together at all. And even if we do…we don’t have to get hung up on labels. We are this and we aren’t that. What good is it?”
“None, I guess, especially when we’re not even human.” She eased back enough to meet his eyes, and hers were deadly serious. “Thank you for this. I know you probably had to meet with all these alphas eventually, and that it’s partly about clearing me out of town until we know for sure that Josh isn’t going to show up, but I don’t think I’ve felt this free since I was about sixteen.”
“See?” He tugged on a lock of her hair and put his hands in his pockets to avoid the temptation to touch her again. “We’ll turn you into a woman of leisure, just watch.”
“No, thank you.” She turned and started back toward the spot where she’d left her shoes. “I had a couple years of leisure when I was married. I want to be a fun divorcée now.”
“It fits if you’re going to be hanging out with me,” he pointed out. “Everyone thinks I’m a womanizing playboy.”
Sera turned and walked backwards. “You’re a womanizer and I’m a slut. Sometimes I think people spend too much time worrying about how much sex everyone else is having.”
“Only sometimes?” Wolves, especially, spent way too much time dwelling on it.
She grinned. “The rest of the time they’re watching reality TV.”
Julio groaned. “Fuck ’em all.”
“I’d rather fuck you.” When she reached her sandals, she turned to slip them on, bending over just enough to make her shorts hug her ass. “Or watch CSI. You know I love a man in uniform.”