Page 51 of Deadly Misfortunes

“You had sexual relations with him?”

Only once…and that was one time too many. “Once, yes. That’s how I lost my abilities.”

Gregory took her busy hand and held onto it. “So, you think if you have relations with me, you’ll lose them again?”

“Oh, yes.” She nodded her head emphatically.

“I don’t believe in there being one soulmate per person.”

“There isn’t. There are several…at least that’s what we believe, but the chances of meeting just one are difficult enough.”

He shook his head. “I guess I’m trying to say I don’t believe in the concept of a soulmate, period.”

“Oh.” Why did it disappoint her to think he felt that way? It shouldn’t have mattered anyway. He wasn’t the one meant for her after all.

He glanced at his watch. “Listen, I hate to do this to you, but the police need you to inventory your things and tell them what is missing.”

“All right.”

He helped her from the couch. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Oh yes. I haven’t lost my powers.” He couldn’t know what that meant to her. Pure joy. The peak of ecstasy. In an instant, she was whole again.

He walked her outside to his sports car. “Why do you think I wouldn’t be your soulmate, Sascha?”

“You don’t believe in them for one.”

“True. Why else?” He opened the passenger door for her.

“I have to find someone I’m not physically attracted to. It certainly didn’t work before.”

“You mean with Damon.”

“Yes.”

“And now with me?”

She hesitated to tell him the truth, even though she knew all along she couldn’t lie about it. He knew very well she had the hots for him.

She nodded. “I’m going to try online dating next.”

Gregory took the news well, which relieved her somewhat. She thought he wouldn’t want her to do something like that, but he didn’t seem to mind. At least she didn’t sense it, and he didn’t object verbally at all.

When he climbed into the driver’s seat, he said, “Online dating.”

“Yes.”

“So last night’s comment to Stephanie was really about what you wanted to do for yourself?”

“Yes. In my line of business, it’s difficult to meet eligible bachelors.”

“You know three I can think of offhand. Camden, Damon, and me.”

Gregory ran his hands over the leather steering wheel. He really couldn’t figure her out. He’d been so sure she was after him. Was it just a ploy to get his interest further? “So why did you dance with him? Camden, I mean. At the Worthingtons’ party?”

She stared out the window.

“Sascha?”