Man of her Dreams. Debra Webb

didn’t seem to understand that. Those supposedly in the know about clairvoyance called her a liar, claimed she had to know. But she didn’t.

      Maybe she’d spent so many years blocking that she couldn’t see as much as she needed to. Who was she kidding? She wouldn’t have been able to focus her “gift” at all without Madam Talia’s assistance. That, thankfully, was still her secret. Madam Talia had told no one.

      Oddly, until last night, dreams had not come even without the aid of medication. It was as if Madam Talia had helped her to see what she needed to and the show was over. She saw, felt, nothing else…until last night. A frown nagged at her brow. She’d awoken in the wee hours of the morning in a cold sweat. She’d dreamed of a dark man…touching her…watching her. He had made her feel things she’d never felt before. Her body tingled even now at the memory.

      “Don’t you agree, Ms. Shepard?”

      Darby dragged her attention from the troubling thoughts. “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”