by Pam Richter
Michelle didn't want to see the sad shambles in her own apartment, so Nakamura dropped Heather off and took Michelle to the Sheraton.
"Tom is going to be furious with me," Michelle said, yawning as she and Nakamura walked into his suite at the Sheraton. "But I'm going to be very, very late to work tomorrow. I'm so exhausted."
She walked over to the picture window overlooking Waikiki beach. It was deserted in the early morning hours and truly looked like paradise, complete with a waking sunrise, palm trees and blue-green water shimmering in the new dawn.
"Let him fume. I stole his car. He can be mad at both of us. And you're going to be more than just a little late to work."
Michelle turned around, "Really?"
"Days late," he added.
"I've never missed a day of work in my life."
He was grinning like he had a wonderful secret. "Vincent had a good idea. And Tom Mitsuto needs some hands-on experience at property management."
"What are you talking about? I hope you haven't decided to change your mind. You don't want me to stay here?"
"Not now."
Michelle sighed and turned, looking down at the beach again. "I spent the whole day wondering why you didn't want me in Tokyo with you. Now you don't want me here either."
"For a few weeks. And you know exactly what I'm talking about."
Michelle took Lucifer out of the cat carrier. She had told Lucifer to be very quiet. He hadn't made a sound when they snuck him through the lobby and up the hotel elevator. No one had been around in the wee hours to hear him anyway, if he had begun to scream. She hugged the cat.
"Do you think I could pet him?" Nakamura asked.
Michelle nodded, "Sure."
"I bet we could take him with us. He does anything you say. I hate the idea of baggage compartments on airplanes. They really aren't safe for pets."
Nakamura walked over and petted Lucifer very gently on the head. Lucifer allowed the gesture, staring at him with big owlish eyes, so he repeated the gentle caress a few times.
"What are you talking about?" Michelle asked.
"You don't even have to ask that question, because you already know."
"Tell me anyway," Michelle said smiling.
"First, I'm going take you to Maui for a few days of real relaxation. I'll have to be in a few meetings, but it shouldn't take long. Then we can go to California, to my father's place. I don't know why I'm telling you all this. You know it already."
"Go on. I like to hear it, anyway."
"I'm the one who should be petrified with fear. You got completely through my defenses. You can read my mind. And on top of that, you squashed Omar."
"How long?" Michelle asked.
"Long enough."
"Really. I want to know."
"He was unconscious, or stricken down, for about ten seconds, after you ran into the ocean."
"That's all?" She was indignant.
Nakamura started laughing.
"That's nothing," Michelle said, faking extreme disappointment.
"Don't knock it. It was long enough. And I think Heather was right. From what I've seen, you are a Black Magic woman, no matter that Vincent said you were a good witch. You have beautiful yellow witchy eyes."
"Good. It'll keep you on your toes. Now finish up with the plans. I want to hear it all."
Nakamura limped over on his walking cast and put an arm around her, looking down on the beach spread out below them. "Of course, we'll make a stop in San Francisco, to see your parents and your brother, Bobby. Then maybe take a few days off to be alone in Carmel."
"That's about what I thought," Michelle said.
"No surprises?"
"I found I have a small gift for reading the future."
"It might even be called prophecy," Nakamura said. He was remembering a feeling of having wonderful memories that he couldn't quite access, like a marvelous dream that disappears upon awakening, when she had run into the ocean. If that was a presentment of their life together, he could hardly wait.
"I really can't see my own future," Michelle said slowly. "When I try, all I see is a huge crystal ball. It has ugly red and black colors inside, which turn a beautiful clean white, like there's a pure light glowing inside."
"That's odd," Nakamura murmured, hugging her tighter.
"I don't know what it means," Michelle said. "But I think the danger is gone. All I feel, for sure, about our future, is that it will be better than anything I could even imagine."
Michelle knew there were glorious mysteries in the universe that were unfolding. The Necromancer had revealed a few possibilities to her last night. One had already happened inside her. She was free to love the wonderful man standing beside her.
Michelle touched the hard faceted object in her shirt pocket. It was a diamond. Glass would have melted in the fire. As for a spirit inside, well, she would just have to wait and see.
The End
Thank You!
Thank You for reading Trifecta. I hope that you enjoyed each one of my novels.
Pam Richter
About the author
Pamela M. Richter, lives in West Hollywood, California.
She has a degree in Psychology, from Northridge State University, has worked as a property manager for Nansay, Corp., a multi-national corporation, and was a dance teacher for the Arthur Murray and Fred Astaire Dance Studios.
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