As he did last night, the perfect boyfriend, never allowing me to think I wasn’t on his mind.
“I will too.”
“Have a good day, Vivi.”
“You too, baby.”
We hung up.
I managed (barely) not to burst into happy tears.
And by damn, it was true.
Somehow absence did make the heart grow fonder.
On this thought, Noelle and I started and stopped, started and stopped, I kicked her up to a trot, then to a canter, leaning into her, and we stopped again.
Eventually, Scotty came out on Troilus.
And we headed to the field.
CHAPTER 20
THE CLAIRVOYANT
I was a little bummed that Ravenna’s fortune-telling lair wasn’t a cottage covered in vines, surrounded by flowers, and so cute it would attract unsuspecting children so she could cook them and eat them.
It also wasn’t a creepy, rundown manor house with dead rose bushes outside and cobwebs everywhere.
It was a flat above a Boots in the town centre.
It was Wednesday afternoon, after we’d gone to a cute bistro in the village for a lovely lunch.
No, my book wasn’t progressing very rapidly.
Yes, I was ready to start writing.
However, I could get so stuck into a book when I was writing, I forgot the time, sometimes forgot to eat (or shower), and usually railed at anything that would take me away from it.
So I thought it best to go over notes, augment the outline to help me write more efficiently when I got down to it, and hit the book on Monday when Battle went back to London.
Tempie parked her sparkling black Defender (totally the vehicle of the landed aristocrat with style) in the town centre car park, and as we were walking to a door beside the pharmacy, Prue ordered her older sister, “Be nice when you get there.”
“I’m always nice,” Tempie replied.
Chastity made a dissenting peep, and it wasn’t a whisper-peep.
“All right, so I don’t suffer fools,” Tempie conceded. “It’s a good trait.”
“Do as your name suggests with that trait with Ravenna. She’s sensitive to emotion and undercurrents and—” Prue didn’t quite finish.
Because Chastity, coasting effervescently ahead of us, broke in to tease, “Ley lines?”
Prue gave Chassie a startled hopeful look, then moved it to Tempie, who was giving her youngest sister a contemplative hopeful look. She caught Prue’s gaze then they both looked to me.
I shrugged.
I also smiled.
