Roxie rolled her eyes, feeling the tears abate.“And you are a polite nymphomaniac.”
Lexie’s eyes popped open, and she looked around to make sure nobody had heard.
Roxie grinned and tossed her napkin onto the table.“But Cam seems to like that sort of thing.”
Lexie gathered her purse and stood.Uncharacteristically, she jabbed Roxie in the side as they headed to the cashier.
“Three times?”she hissed, eyebrows jumping.“You’re one to talk.”
When they walked out of the little coffee shop, it was arm in arm.They made it to Lexie’s car first.“Whatever happens between you and Billy, I’m on your side.You know that.”
Roxie nodded.She did.“We worked on the search today.”
“Did you find anything?”
“Zilch.”
“The PI hasn’t made any progress either.”
Roxie frowned, the anger building up in her gut again.“It’s like they didn’t want anyone to know about us.Like we were a big fat secret that didn’t exist.No birth announcements.No baptisms.”
“Maybe they couldn’t afford those things.”
Roxie stewed.Maybe.That, she could relate to.But still… The three of them were a big deal.Shouldn’t the news outlets have been interested?They were frickin’ identical triplets.“Thanks for coming out with me.I know it’s hard when you’re trying to get your company off the ground.”
Lexie shook her head.“Well, thank you for taking me along on your adventures.”
Roxie grinned.“You like them.You know you do.”
Lexie scrunched her nose, but she was smiling as she got into her car.Roxie continued down the street and waved as her sister drove past.
She continued on towards her car, feeling better about things.She and her sisters were tight.She might have to share Lexie with her sister’s adoptive siblings, but she wouldn’t let anyone shake her confidence again.Her sisters loved her.
And they liked Billy.
She sighed.So did she.She always had, but could she trust him?
She pushed the thought aside.She trusted him enough to accept his help in the search for her parents.That was all that mattered, because that was as far as it was going to go.
Speaking of the search, maybe she should hit the library and spin through some of that microfiche she wanted to see.She had her keys out of her pocket when impulse took over, and she found herself heading across the street instead.
The tiny little shop with the purple sign had caught her eye again.What the hell, she had a few hours to burn.The bell over the door jingled when she walked in.Over in the far corner, a woman turned.“Hello.Welcome to Fortunes Foretold.”
The place certainly looked the part.Roxie looked around the room, half-amused and half-curious.The store’s offerings were much as she expected.The items on the shelves leaned mostly towards handmade lotions and soaps.Herbs were in high supply, along with candles and scarves.And yup, there along the far wall were the tarot cards and crystal balls.They looked more like baubles from a home store than portals into the future.
“Can I help you?”the woman asked, her long skirt rustling.It was a wave of purples, greens and blues, and she set it off with a matching purple scarf over her black hair.
Roxie clicked her tongue.If she had pictured the proprietor of this shop, she would have had this woman pegged.
And that was a letdown.
So much for impulse.Her amusement-to-curiosity ratio teetered more towards the former.Now that she was inside, the shop seemed much less interesting.“I was just wondering if you do as your sign suggests?”
“Foretell fortunes?”came a quiet voice.
Roxie bounced in surprise.She didn’t like to be sneaked up on like that.
Turning, she found herself surprised again.The woman coming out of the back room was tall and so blonde, her hair was nearly white.Far from Romani, she seemed to be more of Scandinavian descent.She was gorgeous as all get out, but not the first thing that came to mind when someone thought of a mind reader.
