:You first. Oh, wait. You already wallowed like a pig facedown in slop. Besides, if you try, I’ll sic your big sister on you and then you’ll be sorry.:
Which almost made it tempting to try.
He wished he could mentally shut her out, but he hadn’t found a way yet.
Ever since he’d busted through whatever barrier had spared him from her internal voice for most of his life, she could project her words inside his head and he couldn’t do a thing about it. His only vengeance was that he could do the same—if only he could ever think of what to say to her. There were times he wished he could scream at her to stop, but it would sound just as atonal as everything else they said to each other this way. He couldn’t even sleep through it if she spoke “at” him in the middle of the night.
A flunky came up to take the rifle from him, but scampered away when Ricardo snarled at him. He pocketed the cleaning kit, tucked the rifle in the crook of his arm, and picked up his plate. Together they threaded their way through the crowded fold-up tables and chairs over to the one wooden picnic table where the rest of Shadow Force: Psi had gathered.
There were six members of Shadow Force, the only six in the world—that they knew of—with psi powers.
Isobel was both movie star and empath.
Michelle’s stepbrother Anton, an Army helo pilot who towered as big as a Montana grizzly, could “see” remote places.
Just a couple weeks ago they’d picked up another pilot—Jesse was a Texas cowboy and a Night Stalker helo pilot who stood almost as tall as Anton—and his now-fiancée Delta operator, the little slip of a blonde Hannah Tucker. Together they did strange things with sound projection.
Talk about a motley crew: movie star, four ex-soldiers including himself, and whatever the hell Michelle was.
Just as he sat, he realized that Michelle’s ploy had worked—he’d forgotten to grab a damn brownie. He knew exactly what she was.
Total pain in the ass. Ricardo nodded to himself. Yep! Dead on.
Michelle totally heard his silent voice message. Just to tease him, she kept her smile on her face and didn’t respond as Ricardo sat down across the picnic table from her.
But he didn’t react or even glance at her as he usually did when they were speaking into each other’s heads with their telepathy. Instead he focused on his meal.
And it had felt different.
Not tone exactly but…different.
An internal thought? One not meant for her?
Did that explain the “Should buy her a vest like that, dude”? Was she herself the “her” in that thought? It was difficult to imagine Ricardo giving her anything other than the hard edge of his tongue on the few occasions when he did speak.
Did this mean that he could hear her own internal thoughts if she didn’t consciously direct them at him?
That’s a majorly cute ass, Manella. Which was true of all of him actually. He was fantastically fit.
No response.
So, she could hear him, sometimes, but he couldn’t hear her unless she directly thought at him.
That meant that inside his head he’d called her a “Total pain in the ass. Yep. Dead on.”
“You’re a real asshole, Manella.”
Everyone around the table turned to look at her. She shouldn’t have said it aloud, even if it was true.
He simply looked at her with those beautiful dark eyes of his that also told her nothing of what he was feeling, even when she could hear him thinking.
His shrug came with no explanatory internal dialogue. It was as if he agreed with her.
“Glad to see your team is shaping up well,” Gibson picked up a hamburger with all the trimmings as if they were all one big happy family. He’d said it so deadpan that there was no way to tell if it was sarcasm or not.
Isobel, who would know through her empathy, simply smiled as she cut a slice off a grilled chicken breast. “Yes, I’m pleased.”
“Your team’s rescue of Ambassador Delaney has received praise at the very highest levels.”
“Which would be yours, except you said you’re quitting. What’s up with that, Colonel?” Ricardo glanced down the table at Hannah Tucker.
:What’s up with the look?: Michelle sent to him.
:I’ve been out of Delta most of a year. Hannah just left a couple days ago; thought she might know.:
:You were still in while in hospital and rehab.:
:Thanks for the reminder I didn’t need.:
He’d finished the last of it just a few months ago—a full year after his rescue. Only after the docs had declared him healed to the best of their ability had he been medically retired. Isobel had told her how hard it had been for Ricardo to leave The Unit, not that he’d ever admit it.
:Either way, I’ve been out. Hannah left Delta less than forty-eight hours ago to join Shadow Force: Psi, so maybe she would know…:
Michelle spotted Hannah’s infinitesimal shake of her head.
:What’s the problem, Ricardo?:
His shrug was no bigger than Hannah’s head shake. :Man’s an institution.:
:And he’s retiring. People do that, you know.:
Still, Ricardo looked freaked, so she turned to take the bull by the horns.
“What are you going to do after you retire, sir?”
Colonel Gibson’s smile was slow, but it made her think that his wife was a lucky woman if she got to see that smile. “I was hoping you’d ask.”
Michelle wondered if that was a good thing, but then she overheard Ricardo’s internal dialogue: Oh shit!
She didn’t need to see Ricardo’s sun-dark skin paling to know the emotion behind that thought.
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About the Author
M.L. “Matt” Buchman started the first of over 60 novels, 100 short stories, and a fast-growing pile of audiobooks while flying from South Korea to ride his bicycle across the Australian Outback. Part of a solo around the world trip that ultimately launched his writing career in: thrillers, military romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and SF/F.
Recently named in The 20 Best Romantic Suspense Novels: Modern Masterpieces by ALA’s Booklist, they have also selected his works three times as "Top-10 Romance Novel of the Year." NPR and B&N listed other works as "Best 5 of the Year."
As a 30-year project manager with a geophysics degree who has: designed and built houses, flown and jumped out of planes, and solo-sailed a 50’ ketch. He is awed by what's possible. More at: www.mlbuchman.com.
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Target Engaged*
Heart Strike*
Wild Justice*
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By Break of Day
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Frank’s Independence Day*
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Roy’s Independence Day*
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Targ
et of the Heart
Target Lock on Love
Target of Mine
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Shadow Force: Psi
At the Slightest Sound*
At the Quietest Word*
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Off the Leash*
On Your Mark*
In the Weeds*
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Return to Eagle Cove
Recipe for Eagle Cove
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Big Sky Dog Whisperer*
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Deities Anonymous
Cookbook from Hell: Reheated
Saviors 101
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The Nara Reaction
Monk’s Maze
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Character Voice
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Copyright 2019 Matthew Lieber Buchman
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