Another ball levitated between them. The two balls hung in the air, mocking him. “Maybe she does need me. She needs a real man, and you aren’t going to do.”
Rick growled at Brody’s insults. His heart was racing. He wanted to knock the crap out of the jerk. He had no idea how telekinesis worked, but he used that focus and anger to concentrate on the balls. Rick could feel the energy in the room. It made the small hairs on his arms stand up. His chest expanded when he inhaled. He felt the energy from the air around him travel into his body. It caused an electrical current to run through his veins. He concentrated on the feeling until it sizzled out and dissipated. The balls dropped instantly and bounced on the floor.
Brody’s mouth hung open.
“How was that?” Rick asked as he bent down to pick up one of the balls. “Is that what you were talking about?”
Brody snapped his mouth closed and tilted his head. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it was possible.”
Rick tossed the ball to Brody. “I guess we know he was trying to stop her. Do we need to go tell the general?”
“I think you’re right about stopping her. But I’m not sure we need to say anything yet. We have more work to do.”
Rick picked up the towel he’d dropped on the bench and rubbed off some of the sweat from his earlier workout. “How do you feel? Do I need to worry about draining you like Lydia when she’s using her gift?”
The lines in Brody’s forehead bunched. “I hadn’t thought about that.” He thought about it in silence. “I don’t feel drained, but I’m not Lydia either. I think you’re going to have to practice with her to see if you siphon any of her energy.”
Rick knew exactly how he was going to try out his newfound gift. His lips tilted into a grin. “I think you’re right. How about we practice more later?” Rick’s mind was preoccupied with a redhead that needed his attention. Rick threw the towel over his shoulder and walked to the door. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
Chapter 20
Rick walked into his quarters and jumped in the shower. His heart raced thinking of the possible ways that he and Lydia could use his newfound gift. He had no idea if it was going to wear off or if it would be something he had to live with for the rest of his life. It wasn’t the uncertainty of those questions that bothered him. It was how it was going to affect Lydia’s gift. He prayed it didn’t drain her. If it did, then he would definitely need to keep his distance from his redheaded beauty, and that wasn’t something he could live with.
Rick threw on clothes, and headed to the one woman who’d consumed his thoughts since he’d been abducted. He tapped on the door.
Lydia pulled the door open. “I was hoping it was you.” She left the door open and walked to the little fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice. She held it in the air. “Jamie thinks it would be best if I had another type of pick me up…something a bit more healthy.” She poured two glasses and handed him one. “I went looking for you earlier, and they told me you were training.”
Rick pushed the door closed behind him. “I was training with Brody.”
Lydia walked over to the couch. She patted the space next to her. “Come sit and tell me how it went.”
Rick plopped down next to her. “First, I need to do this.”
He leaned into her and pressed his lips to hers. Lydia moaned as she moved to straddle him on the couch. She tilted her head and deepened the kiss. Rick lifted his hands and rubbed up and down her back.
Lydia broke the kiss and sat back. “As nice as that was, you’re avoiding my question. How did it go?”
Rick leaned forward and pressed one more kiss to her lips. “I wasn’t avoiding your question; I was getting my priorities straight. I’ve missed you all day.”
Lydia leaned into his chest and smiled as she pressed her own kiss to his lips. “I missed you too. I’ll have to show you how much later. First, I want to hear about what happened.”
Rick let his head fall back against the couch. “Well, I talked to the general. There was nothing new yet with my blood work, so they’re still looking. I went to hit the bag for a while and managed to knock it off the bolts in the ceiling.”
Lydia rubbed Rick’s arms. “Superhuman strength. That could come in handy.”
Rick couldn’t help but grin. “Not as much as what I learned I could do next.”
Lydia raised her brow. “Well, tell me already. I’m dying here.”
Rick’s grin fell. “Don’t say that. Don’t even joke about dying.”