Chapter 11

“What took you so long to get back? I was starting to miss you.”

He felt the tingle again, and heard the man’s sexy voice in his head. “Someone held my hand and talked to me about you. I don’t know where it was, but I was pulled to stay there. It doesn’t make sense. I want to be here, with you.”

“Tell me something, Martin, you are here but you don’t know why. Where else do you go when you aren’t with me?”

He saw a puzzled expression on the handsome face. “I don’t know. I feel as though I’m in bed sleeping, but I don’t know where.”

“Fair enough, mystery man. What is your full name, Martin? Your first, middle, and last name, in that order, and where do you live?”

“Martin Edward Provost. I live in Chester—hey, how do I know that? When I first got here, I didn’t know anything. I think I wanted to buy this house. I liked the bench in the hallway. I’d buy it for sure if you came with the furnishings.”