Yes, that’s what must have happened.They kept an eye on the street for potential patsies.
“Got anything better than that?”she challenged.
The blonde traced a crease across Roxie’s palm.“Your love line is deep and long and twisting.”
Roxie sniffed.Well, that was one way to put it.Twisted.
“One man, forever and ever.”The woman traced the line back to its beginning and actually sighed.“Your rescuer.”
Their gazes connected and the feminine knowledge that hung in the air had nothing to do with premonition.
“Wow,” Ingrid breathed.
Yeah, Billy had that effect on women.
Roxie rolled her foot back onto her heel.He had that effect on her, too.
“He is just…wow.”The woman traced the love line on Roxie’s palm again and they both flinched when the static charge in the air sparked.
Ingrid let out a self-conscious laugh.“There’s no problem in that area of your life.”
“No problem?”Roxie couldn’t help sputtering.Now she knew the woman was a hoax.
Ingrid shook her head knowingly.“I call them as I see them.It doesn’t mean we have the same opinion.”
Roxie scratched the cat behind its ear and watched its eyes close in pleasure.Just because Billy scratched her in the right way didn’t mean they didn’t have problems.
Skepticism made her jaw set.She’d come here hoping for information about her parents, not this.
“Anything else?”she asked.She didn’t like the betraying hint of need that had entered her voice.
There’d been nothing specific, nothing she didn’t already know.But that was how this worked, wasn’t it?Talk vague enough and anyone could make connections.She was beginning to think she’d fallen prey to a talented flimflam artist.
With a nice cat.
She scratched Moonlight’s chin and felt her purr.
Ingrid made another loop in the air with her index finger.“It’s looping again, your life.”
Yes, yes.Billy had come back, and soon he’d leave again.They’d already been over this.
“Only this time when you look in the mirror, it’s not yourself you see.”
Roxie frowned.Billy.Yes, she knew.
When Ingrid latched onto her hand this time, it wasn’t politely.Roxie looked up, ready to push her off, when she saw the woman’s eyes.They were blazing blue.The creepy pupils had narrowed to the size of pinpricks.
“You’ve recently met someone.”
Roxie was taken aback.“No.”
“Someone new.”
She thought hard.Everyone she’d had interactions with lately were people she’d known for a while… her sisters, Billy, Charlie, Skeeter, and even Landers Underhill.
“This person is important,” Ingrid stressed.
“How new?”
