“Destiny doesn’t take weekends off. So neither will I until I align you with what’s meant for you.” I reach into my purse and take out my lighter, flicking it on.
Sterling stiffens in his seat as the flame bursts to life. “What are you doing with that?”
I pass the lighter beneath the end of the sage leaves until they catch fire, then blow the flame out until they settle into a smolder.
“It’s called smudging. Sage is an excellent clearer of past negative energy.”
I walk around the back of his desk behind him and then around the expanse of his office, slowly wafting the sage through the air.
He follows my every move with an interested, amused gaze.
“You really believe there’s a destiny for everyone?”
“Yes.” I answer simply.
“What about those of us who’ve lived through theirs already?” He spreads his hands, clearing his throat. “I’m fifty, Halliday. I’ve been married. You could be helping someone younger find love.”
I stop, catching his gaze sliding up my body as I turn to face him.
“Love knows no age. Everyone deserves it in their life. Just because they’ve had it once, doesn’t mean they don’t deserve it again. I know you’re only doing this for Sinclair. But can you please try and consider doing it for yourself, too? You might be surprised about what the universe has planned.”
“Did it plan to send me you?” he rasps, his eyes penetrating mine.
I hold the sage further away, so it isn’t near my face, even though I’m certain the smoldering leaves aren’t what’s causing my cheeks to heat.
“Yes.”
His gaze heats, and electricity shoots up my spine.
“I can sense it.” Energy radiates around my body, screaming at me that I’m in the right place, doing exactly what needs to be done. “You’re not going to need me for long.”
“Hmm.” His attention drops back to the photograph on his desk.
I walk over and stop in front of him.
“Juliette runs her own PR company.” I look at the beautiful platinum blonde in the image. Her hair is the same shade as mine. “And she lost her partner, too.”
“She has my sympathies,” Sterling says, moving her photo aside.
“I have a good feeling about her. When we spoke, she was very complimentary of Beaufort Diamonds. I believe she owns some pieces.”
“I hope she enjoys them.”
He picks up a folder on his desk and opens it, reading the paperwork inside.
“Almost as beautiful as the person wearing them,” I say, repeating the company slogan.
He looks at me from beneath set brows.
“She is rather beautiful, wouldn’t you agree? I don’t match people based on their physical appearance. But a certain level of physical attraction can help to unlock other compatibilities faster.”
I slide the photograph of her back in front of him. He glances at it, then flicks his eyes up, watching me as I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.
“7 p.m., tomorrow night. I’ll be there to make the introduction and absorb what I can from your initial contact. Then I’ll leave you to enjoy your date and we’ll have a breakfast meeting on Monday to discuss how it went. That is, unless you still have company. Then, we can do it over coffee.”
“If I still have company?” The serious rumble in Sterling’s tone makes me lift my eyes from where they’ve fallen back to Juliette’s picture.
“Yes.”
