Kiss My Ash (The Bloomin' Psychic Book 4) by Annabel Chase

Author:Annabel Chase [Chase, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Palm Press LLC
Published: 2022-01-12T16:00:00+00:00

10

Sweat dripped down my back as I stopped outside the entrance to Good Fortune to gaze at the picture of Belgian waffles and ice cream in the neighboring window. The offer was always tempting but a hot summer day increased the desire tenfold.

Nope. If I wanted to buy attractive lingerie and, more importantly, look attractive wearing it, then I had to forgo temptation.

I pushed open the door and was greeted with a loud squawk followed by, “Amelia’s here.”

I glanced sideways at the bird in the cage. “Nice to see you, too, Beau.” Beauregard was a yellow cockatiel that I was convinced was once a boy before he stole magic beans and ended up cursed—or some variation of a fairy tale. He was now destined to serve out his sentence as a bird, dodging Virginia’s black cat and interacting with customers in search of the perfect tea leaves.

The beaded curtain to the back room shifted and Virginia Barclay appeared. She was a statuesque figure in stocking feet, but today she was even more imposing in a pair of wedge sandals that looked like they’d been in her closet since the 1970s. The hem of her skirt skimmed her ankles and her tank top showed off a set of surprisingly toned arms. If Virginia had a weights regime, I needed to know the details.

“There you are, my dear. I had a feeling you might grace my doorstep today.”

“Why’s that?”

“The cards told me.”

“Do you have a few minutes?”

She smiled. “For you? Always.”

I brushed past her into the private room. “You ask your cards about me, huh? Is that the psychic version of stalking?”

“They tell me your life’s in upheaval again.”

“Seems to be the one thing I can count on.” I motioned to the plush purple cushions on the floor. “My lower back is twinging today. Any chance I can get a chair with lumbar support?” I didn’t feel compelled to share the reason for my low back issue was a romantic romp on a lumpy blanket in my backyard.

“If I can handle the cushion at my age, so can you.” She lowered herself to the floor with the grace of prima ballerina.

I eyed her curiously. “What exactly is your age?”

Virginia blanched. “You’re seriously asking a woman her age?”

I waved a hand at her. “You brought it up.”

“I’m none-of-your-business years old. How’s that for an answer?”

Grunting, I bent my knees and grabbed the edge of the coffee table before leaning into the cushion. “Do you mind if I start forwarding my mail here? Because I don’t think I’m ever leaving.”

Virginia suppressed a smile. “You’re a resourceful young woman. You’ll find a way.”

“Okay, you called me a young woman. I like you again.” I adjusted my position so that I didn’t feel like an overturned Tonka truck. “What’s your secret? Because if this keeps up, I’m going to look older than you by December.”

“Yoga.”

I scowled. “I knew you were going to say that.”

Yoga and I were destined to be distant acquaintances only. I lacked the flexibility as well as the ability to stop laughing at some of the more awkward poses.

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