None of this is happening, he thought. It can’t be happening. How could these apparently reasonable people believe the implausible words coming out of their mouths? Especially Noah. A fellow cop. A fellow devotee to truth and logic. Or so Logan had thought. “You’ll adjust,” AnnaCoreen said softly. “Give it time.” Logan tried to wrap his brain around the facts, such as they were. “But how . . . why now? I mean, Alex wasn’t always . . .” Jesus, he couldn’t say it. That would acknowledge that he believed it. And he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not without letting go of logic and reason and . . . and reality . “Wouldn’t I have known? I mean, it’s not like we just started seeing each other. We’ve been friends for a long time.” “Alex and Charlie both had latent tendencies,” AnnaCoreen said. “It took their respective traumas to awaken them.” She glided to her feet with an almost supernatural grace. “I’m going to refill the tea pitcher and give you some time to absorb everything.”
