Page 95 of Psychic Obsession
He shrugged and headed toward him.Nikolai curled an arm over his shoulders when he was close enough, shut the door behind them, and guided Frode toward the house."We can order something to eat so you don't have to cook."
"Nah, you'll get a pack of five-minute Ramen and nothing else.I've already had takeout once today."
Nikolai hummed.He didn't care much other than not wanting Frode to have to do anything.
The moment they crossed the threshold, Nikolai closed and locked the door, then he pinned Frode to it.A surprised huff left him, and Nikolai grinned down at him."Hello."
He dipped his head and gave Frode a chaste kiss."How are you feeling?"
Frode's eyes sparkled, but he didn't answer.Nikolai kissed him again, lingered a little longer, and nipped at Frode's lower lip before letting go of him."Ramen, then bed?"He didn't think he'd be able to sleep yet, but Frode looked half asleep.
"Sounds like a plan."
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Frode fixed them some food, and they ate in front of the TV.There was no sport to keep them company, so they ended up watching the news.Depressing.
One yawn followed another, and Frode's eyes were watering.
"Go to bed, honey."
"Will you join me?"
"I don't think I'll be able to sleep yet."
"But you'll come later?"
Nikolai studied him."Yes."
"Remember to get naked and not have anything on you."
Nikolai nodded."Are we changing the sheets."
Frode shook his head in reply.There was no use if Nikolai was joining him again.He'd only been in bed once, so it wouldn't be too bad to get in there.His brain was tired, but he could handle one more face.
"Okay."
Frode got up, carried their bowls out into the kitchen, placed them in the dishwasher, then he headed for the bathroom to get ready for bed.He'd touch the third rug tomorrow, and then he'd have a pattern.He hoped.The sense of unease was back.Could someone make themselves invisible to him?What if Altman's accomplice was a psychic who could hide from other psychics?
He spat and rinsed his toothbrush before hurrying out into the TV room where Nikolai was.He was staring at his phone."Can you change the channel?There will be an NHL game later."
Frode was thrown off for a moment, then he hurried over to the coffee table, grabbed the remote, and changed the channel.
"Did you find the listings of psychics Saylor was talking about?"
Nikolai nodded.
"How many are there in Berg?"
"They claim to know of forty-eight."
Forty-eight?It was more than he'd expected, but he guessed it made sense statistically."And they know who everyone is?Name, picture, what their skill is, and so on?"
"Not what their skill is.Or some have confirmed--"
"Yeah, I know.Some are idiots."
Nikolai grinned."Why?"
