A week without s*x had diminished Vic’s powers a bit, but he could still sense others’ thoughts, though his range wasn’t as far as it was when recharged by his lover. In the time since he’d known Matt, he’d learned to control the telepathy—early on in their relationship, attending a party like this one would have left him debilitated, overwhelmed by the thoughts crowding his mind. Now he could tamp them down until they were just so much white noise on the edge of his consciousness, and he could hone in on a particular person when he needed to the way he usually did with Matt. All evening long he’d been aware of his lover—he’d known Matt was with Roxie and he hadn’t wanted to interrupt, mostly because Vic thought her annoying at the best of times. Drunk, damn. She was almost intolerable!
