“Shane…” Lucky murmured. “Can you feel me?”
Shane didn’t jerk away as he had with Stella. He stiffened. He went utterly still and stared straight ahead. His pulse visibly pounded in his throat. “God…”
Lucky licked his lips. “No, Shane, it’s just me.” He wanted to glance over to Stella, he wanted to shout, but he didn’t dare let anything break his concentration. “Us. If you can hear me…what’s my favorite drink?”
Shane snorted but didn’t move, didn’t even change his visual focus. “Anything with alcohol in it.” He closed his eyes and muttered, “Jesus, I am completely losing it.”
“Well, obviously. My favorite drink is a vodka tonic. In fact, I could really go for one of those right now.”
“But he heard you!” Stella glowed with excitement, pressing closer. “You heard us, right, Shane? Tell
