I opened my eyes and jumped off the bed. What the hell was that?
We’d linked. I’d done it again.
I decided that I had to try and lay back down. Rachmaninoff’s Second Piano Concerto started playing. It took a second for it to click that it was coming from my cellphone. I grabbed it from the desk, but didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?”
“Was that you? Were you here?” Dastien said. “I think so. Hey, how did you get my number?”
“From Michael. Tess. Stay on topic. I could smell you. How did you do
it?”
This was embarrassing. “I uuhh…I was thinking of you.” “You were?” I could almost hear his grin.
“Don’t get a big head about it.”
“I’m going to hang up now, and you’re going to do it again. Okay? This
time try talking to me.”
“Can’t we just—” My phone beeped. “—talk on the phone?” I r
