“Be careful what you wish for.” The warning shocked her. She heard the voices; she was a clairaudient. But they never sounded worried. Dry, matter-of-fact, not concerned. What the hell?
“Who are you?” Maybe this time she’d get the answers she’d been seeking. Who talked to her? And why? Why her?
“We’re coming, Chloe. It’s time.”
“What?” Coming? We? “How many are you?”
“Ah. Hope you don’t mind, but the lady back there needed to breastfeed. Hello, uncomfortable.” Frank Hanover, aka Ian Ryder, stepped over the man in the aisle seat and sat next to her with a big grin on his face. “Happy to see me? Noah thought I might be a help to the team. Said I was wasting my time in Brownville, and your boss was eager to meet me.”
She ignored her concern about the voices and turned to glare at Noah over the seat. “Thanks a lot.”
He smiled. “No problem. Hey, maybe Frank can take some of my shifts. I’m thinking about teaching at the local college a few nights a week. Lara thinks I should embrace my sense of history. Might help me deal with the past while strengthening my abilities for the group, you know?”
She huffed and turned back around, not dignifying that possibility with an answer.
Frank grinned at her. “Just think, Chloe. What good friends we’ll be.”
“God help me.” She ignored his chuckle. She even ignored the news that their flight would be delayed another half hour due to traffic on the runway. More time for her ass and the lumps in the seat to become better acquainted.
Then the voices returned.
“We’re coming, Chloe King. Find us before it’s too late. For all of us.”
Her life suddenly got a lot more interesting.
