Page 276 of Icy Cold Death

He refused to lie to his wife.

“We almost did.”

Wynter blinked.

“Oh.”

Ridge saw the hurt. That’s when he tried to explain the best he could. The whole thing was insane, but they had to tell their wives.

Lying was cheating.

“It was in the static. It wasn’t here.”

She actually looked relieved.

“So you both stayed clothed, and no one had sex in that hotel room?”

“Well, we generally just have our pants on and no shirt. That skin contact is what helps us.”

Wynter chilled right out.

How was she supposed to get worked up about something she didn’t have any control over. She once dreamed she had sex with a hot Hollywood actor, and that wasn’t cheating.

“Is the static like a dream?” she asked for clarification.

They tried to explain.

It was hard to do that when you were sharing with a non-psychic.

“It’s more like a space in Lucian’s head. It’s his mind, and his mental connection to souls of living and dead psychics all over the world. It’s not really a place. It’s more a mental thing.”

“But it’s nothing more than a dream-like thing, right?”

Ridge knew his wife was rationalizing it.

“Yeah, in a way. It’s kind of like dream walking if that makes it easier to grasp.”

She shrugged.

“Oh, well, okay. As long as it was in Lucian’s head and not a hotel bed. I don’t own his or your mind, Ridge, and I’m not psychic.”

“Is it cheating?” Ridge asked.

She laughed.

“I don’t think so. And no one was naked in a bed and with an erection?”

He shook his head.

“And you’re being honest up front with me, right?” she asked.

He nodded.

“I’m attracted to his energy, and there, when his third eye is open, mine is too. In fact, it’s open here too. I can hear what he’s thinking.”

She blinked.

“Pardon?”

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