“You’re looking for something special, aren’t you?” She sounded uncertain.
“For a garden party,” I explained. “I need to look rich and eager to give away my money to a hungry politician.”
“I have some things that would definitely work,” she said.
I slid the omelet onto the plate and sprinkled some gruyere and parmesan on top, and added some of the potatoes I’d left in the warming oven. I put it down in front of her and pushed the plate of toast in her direction.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Tea would be good. If you have any.”
“Luke?”
“Pantry, left side, third shelf.”
I opened the door. “Got a favorite?” I called to Rhi.
“Earl Gray or Orange Pekoe.”
I grabbed both, along with a handy diffuser and set them on the table before grabbing a cup and drawing hot water from the spigot on the espresso machine.
“Cream or sugar?”
“No, thank you.”
I set the hot water down and went to get Lorel’s plate ready.
“Should I make something for Lindsey?” I asked. “Do you think she’ll wake up soon?”
A shrug. “I wish I knew. I’ve never seen a vision take her like this. Did you see what she did?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t.”
“You need to. Whatever it is, it’s for you.”
“For me?”
Rhi nodded. “She said you were going to need it. She said….”
“What?”
She looked down and took a breath and looked back at me. “She said you’re running out of time.”
My brows stitched together. “Running out of time for what?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know. I’m hoping she’ll be able to say more when she wakes up, but she usually doesn’t remember anything.
I grimaced. “That’s helpful.”
“At least you’re forewarned. That’s good, right?”
“Only if the shit doesn’t hit the fan first.” Since my stars always aligned under the influence of Murphy's Law, the shit storm was inevitable. The only real question, how bad would it be? My stomach curled with foreboding and I shuddered as a shadow wrapped around me.
Whatever disaster was coming for me, it was going to be very bad indeed.
ChapterEight
“So now we mingle,”Luke said, his hand touching bare skin at the center of my back.
