She pulled her hair from his hand and took a step back. "Tell you? And take all the fun out of your trying to figure it out yourself?" She had meant for the words to sound curt, but she must have missed her mark because he chuckled.

She frowned.

His humor faded. "Okay, my first guess is that you're beginning to realize at least some of your gifts. Dreamscaping, for example?"

She flushed but didn't look away this time. "Now that I understand it, it won't be a problem." She prayed she was right. Holiday had said Kylie would get more control over it, hadn't she? Surely that meant she could shut it down. God, she hoped it was true.

He studied her. "That's a shame." His tone came out flirty again. She glanced back at the door. She'd said what she needed to, hadn't she?

When she reached for the doorknob, he caught her arm. His touch wasn't rough, not even a little bit. It was tender and that gave her more pause. She'd had a hell of a day and could still recall how he'd seemed genuinely concerned for her in the office.

"Give me a few more minutes. Please."

She continued to stare at the door, so aware that he didn't drop his hand from her arm. So aware that his touch sent feel-good tingles down her arm.

"So what are the other reasons?" he asked. When she didn't answer, he continued. "Why are you so angry with me, Kylie? And don't deny it. I might not be able to feel your emotions like ... some people ... but I see it in your eyes."

Kylie didn't question who he meant by "some people." He must have heard about her and Derek. Good, she thought. But then, whatever he'd heard was history. Derek had ended it.

His hold on her arm tightened slightly. "Tell me what you're upset about so we can get past it."

One word sat on the tip of her tongue. Fredericka. But admitting she was upset about his being with Fredericka meant she cared about him in a boy-girl kind of way. She didn't want to admit that to Lucas. She hadn't liked admitting it to herself. And it wasn't even really true. She was just confused.

"I'm tired." She risked looking at him.

His blue eyes looked brighter in the golden hue of the porch light. He still had his hand around her arm and his thumb started brushing against her skin. "You got my letters, right?"

"Yeah."

"Is it the dreams that have got you upset, because I didn't-"

"I know-it was me, not you." She pulled her arm away.

He raised his eyebrows as if contemplating. "It wasn't all you," he said as if it cost him a lot to confess it. "Not the first dream. I mean..."

When he hesitated, her mind took over. "So you were doing it? You came into my dream?"

"No, I don't have that ability. But when you came into my dream the first time, I was already dreaming about you." He shrugged as if to knock some of the guilt off his shoulders. "At first, I didn't realize you were really there. Not until it became so vivid and real. And I didn't say anything later because I could tell you didn't understand what had happened. If that's what you're upset about. I probably should have stopped it but ... It was a dream. And oh, hell, I didn't want it to stop."

Even if she had to give him credit for being honest, she was still upset. He should have stopped it. Or at least told her so she wouldn't have gone back the second time. Then again, she didn't know how she'd have reacted if he'd told her this then. A lot had happened in these past weeks. She'd accepted things now that she probably wouldn't have been able to accept then.

"The second dream, however, that was all you." His eyebrows rose as if the thought made him happy.

Caught off guard by the blue twinkle in his eyes, she said the first thing that came to her mind. "I bet Aunt Stella dreamed about Tom Selleck, too."

Chapter Twenty-seven

Confusion filled his expression. "What? Tom Selleck?"

Embarrassment filled her chest. Had she really said that? "What I'm trying to say is I don't think it will happen again. So let's forget it, okay?"

"Why won't it happen again?" His gaze became heavy, and he lowered his face an inch closer from hers. "It's obvious that you feel the same about me as-"

"As you do for Fredericka?" She wished she could snatch the question from the air before it reached his ears.

His brow creased and he leaned back on his heels. "So that's what you're angry about."

She didn't deny it. Not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't think she could pull it off.

"Look, Fredericka and I-"

"It's not important."

"It is to me. I never touched her while we were away. Not once."

"It doesn't matter because ... what you two are, or what you do, is your business. Because you and I ... we're just friends."

"We could be more," he countered. "It feels like more already."

"No." She looked him directly in the eyes, hoping he'd understand she meant it.

He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, and his thumb brushed over her cheek. "The last time we stood on the porch, you invited me inside and I think that invitation included more than just ... being friends." She remembered standing here, almost begging him to come inside, wanting ... so much more than his company. But that was then-before her feelings deepened for Derek.

She caught Lucas's hand and moved it from her face. "But you said no. And you were right."