The whole time, Gabby watched them.
“Well, well, well,” she said, smiling at them. “It’s a small world, isn’t it, gentlemen?”
Graham knew that was the truth.
Oh, and this was definitely far more awkward for Finn than him.
He’d not dated Sarah.
Finn had.
He did the introductions.
“Sarah, this is my husband, Michael,” he said, pointing.
She hugged him.
“Sorry, I’m a hugger. It helps me tap into the energy,” she said, smiling up at him.
“It’s a pleasure, and I don’t mind a hug.”
Graham continued.
“Again, you’ve already met Gryphen and Ian. They are friends of the owners, but they likely told you that,” he said, not sure what to say and what not to say.
If she was psychic, wouldn’t she know that they worked for the Blackhawks?
Without a word, she hugged each of them again.
“They hauled ass away from my cottage,” she said, grinning.
Yes, yes, they did.
Graham pointed at Gabby.
“This is Gabby, and she’s Finn’s fiancée. She’s also American, but lives here now in the village.”
The psychic moved toward her, and touched her arm, right before she hugged her.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” she said. “Don’t worry, Lass. There will be many babies in your future.”
Tears filled Gabby’s eyes.
“Really?”
She smiled at her.
“Yes, really. It isn’t you. It was him. My spirit guide wants you to know that this time was a fluke. The others were all because of him and the stress of being married to him.”
They all stared at her.
Specifically, Gryphen and Ian. She’d told them to tell Finn her condolences, and now, they knew why.
That was way too freaky for them.
There wasNOway she would know any of the information about Gabby losing her baby—when they didn’t even know.
“Thank you,” Gabby said.
