“The Lovers card was an easy one for you,” I scoff.
Presley points a finger at me. “But not how we thought. We didn’t know it meant Kade was coming back to town.”
“Ugh,” I groan. “Is there any way I can get out of this?”
“Not a chance.”
She half drags me to where the town seer has a small booth set up. Serena’s curly hair looks as wild as ever. Even inthe bright sunshine, her eyes aren’t hidden by sunglasses but by her dark-framed glasses with Coke-bottle lenses. Gold necklaces rest on her chest, partially hidden by the same purple shawl she always wears.
“Josephine. It’s nice to see you.”
Her voice has the same ethereal tone it always does.
“Serena.” I nod my head at her as Presley pushes me into the chair. “I can’t stay long. I need to find Max.”
“Kade is watching the kids.” Presley winks at me.
Damn her.
“Good, because it seems the spirits have a lot to say to me today.”
“Like what?”
I lean back in the chair and cross one leg over the other. Even in my jeans and The Lost Spur T-shirt, the soft material clings to me in the summer heat. There are about a million other places I’d rather be than here.
“Oh. This is very interesting,” Serena whispers, flipping three cards over on her cloth-covered table. “Very interesting indeed.”
“What’s interesting?” I shove my sunglasses up into my hair and look at the cards laid out in front of me.
None of them make any sense to me.
“Well, the Tower card means significant change is coming, usually not good change.”
“Great,” I mutter.
Just what I need. More change and upheaval in my life.
“The Temperance card means patience as you rebuild your life. And with the Chariot? Well, you’ll be determined to move forward.”
“Sounds great.” I slap my hands on my knees. “If that’s all, I really need to get back and check on the guests.”
Serena looks ruffled as I stand to leave. “I can tell you more about what these mean if you’d like.”
“Maybe another time. Thanks for coming. I knoweveryone loves having you here.” I smile at her before walking past Presley and heading back into the lodge.
I pull at the material of my shirt. It’s sticky hot out this time in July, and the last thing I need is for Serena to tell me that significant change—not good change either—is coming.
I’ve had enough change to last me a lifetime. I got pregnant at the age of twenty-one in college and dropped out when Max was born.
His dad didn’t want anything to do with us. Sue me if I don’t like change.
Heading to the front desk, I bump into someone. Someone with a strong chest.
Staring up, I lock eyes with Sam. Those deep brown, soulful eyes that show the faintest glint of a smile. A five o’clock shadow dusts his jaw.
“Everything all right, darlin’?”
Darlin’.
