“Kate? What happened back there?” Sean had kept quiet, but now as they were feeding the ducks, conversation had slowed. It was weighing heavily upon his mind. How could she have known? “Was it just a coincidence?”

Kate threw a piece of bread as far as she could. “I don’t believe in coincidence.”

Sean looked at her staring at the mallards and the geese.

She turned around, leaning against the railing of the dock, eyes unfocused and averted. “You know…you were more right than you thought you were when you called me intuitive.”

“Are you trying to tell me…that you’re psychic?”

Big, hazel eyes bored into his brown ones. She wore a smirk. “Well…we all are. To an extent.”

“And your extent?”

“Is a bit more than most, yes. It…runs in my family, sort of.”

Sean raised his eyebrows. How amusing conversing with Kate was…

“Sean, I’m serious!”

“Of course you are,” he said. “Continue.”

“I get feelings that tell me things are going to happen. And then they do.”