A light knock on the studio door down stairs woke her up the next morning. Dalinda opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. She already had a pretty good idea who it was before she even made it out of bed. She could sense his presence. It was like she had a sixth sense customized to know when the man was within her reach.
She contemplated remaining in bed and pretending she had not heard the knock when the he repeated the action.
It was Cain at the door. She was so sure of it, she could feel him through all her senses as though they were bonded mates. It was not a welcome development and it raised concern in her. Even before he knocked a third time a little louder, she felt his impatience. What the hell? It had never been like this before. When did she start to sense Cain a
