Beth Harbison - Head Over Heels

“Hmm. That sort of rings a bell. But I don’t know. Why?”

Grace shrugged. “He mentioned the other day that he hadn’t gone but he wouldn’t say why. The whole thing just seems strange to me.”

“So you do care about him.”

Grace felt her face grow warm. “I’m just curious. Aren’t you?”

“Not particularly. But if you really want to know what happened, we could ask the cards.”

Grace snorted. “Oh, come on, the cards don’t know squat.”

“I don’t know, Grace, it seems to me they were uncannily correct for you.”

“About what? About a man in my life? There isn’t one. A journey? Not going anywhere. And a great fortune? Please. If I had that, I wouldn’t be driving a bus.”

“You have to be a little patient,” said Jenna, unflappable. “This is the future we’re looking at. The cards clearly said—”

Fortunately, Jenna was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell, although Grace had the uneasy feeling that she was going to be hearing a lot about what “the cards said” in the future.

“I was in the neighborhood,” Luke said when she opened the door. “I tried to call, but the line was busy. I hope you don’t mind me dropping by.”

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