“Are you out of your tiny mind?” Mo said. “She’s a total fraud.”
“So you say but Jenny Jago swears by her. She says Silver’s told her things that nobody else could know.”
Mo rolled her eyes. “Jenny Jago has the IQ of a lettuce and a particularly stupid lettuce at that. Besides, she’s got such a mouth on her that every body knows her business, it wouldn’t be hard to predict who she’d fallen out with or what poor soul she fancies.”
“Oh ye of little faith,” grinned Issie. She had her hand in the small of Mo’s back now and was propelling her sister towards the stall. “It’s just a bit of fun. Unless,” she paused thoughtfully, “you’re scared?”
“Of course I’m not scared! I just don’t want to be robbed of five pounds to be told a bigger work of fiction than something Tolkien would come up with,” Mo said scornfully.
“Then you’ve nothing to lose, have you? And the money’s going to the church repair fund anyway which will mean that Cashley will have even less hope of snatching it out from under our noses. Tra da! Every one’s a winner!”
“No wonder you’ve got a first from Oxford,” Mo grumbled, because there was no arguing with this logic. “What on earth are you doing here in Polwenna, Is? You should be doing your Articles.”
But Issie was too busy shoving Mo onto the folding chair opposite Silver Starr to answer so reluctantly Mo parted with a fiver, the last from her biscuit barrel of emergency money, and prepared to be well and truly ripped off. It might be for a good cause but unless her bank manager wanted to be paid in dressage lessons Mo had absolutely no idea how she was going to pay the next month’s mortgage. Maybe Silver Starr would actually be useful and come up with the lottery numbers? That was the kind of psychic intervention Mo could do with, not a lot of old mumbo jumbo about her love life.
While Issie and Silver chatted discussed the raft race, Silver far too pleased that the St Miltons had lost for a woman who was supposed to be into good vibes and karma, Mo shuffled the deck and tried to focus on a question she wanted answering. There was far too many, that was the problem and all of them jostling for pole position. How was she going to pay the bills? Was her top horse going to come sound again? Would her brother Jake ever forgive her for a mistake she’d made over twelve years ago? Why had Ashley given her the woods? Where had he gone? Was he ever coming back? Did he think about their kiss as often as she did?
No! This had to stop! It was as though she had Ashley Carstairs Tourette’s because images of his mouth, hard and insistent, and the way his dark eyes had held hers, kept popping into Mo’s thoughts at the most inappropriate times. Now he was even hijacking her tarot reading, which, even though it was a more hammy than an episode of Peppa Pig, was totally unfair and another thing to hold against him.
“Have you a thought in mind?” asked Silver Starr, leaning forward and practically suffocating Mo in a cloud of patchouli oil. “If you cut the cards and my spirit guide will give you the message.”
It was all Mo could do not to laugh rudely at this. The only spirits anywhere near Silver were Jack Daniels and Tia Maria when she went to the pub after shutting Magic Moon. Still, playing along with it all for the sake of charity, she cut the cards and tried very hard not to think about Ashley’s stern profile, dark stubble and close-cropped mocha hair.
Bollocks.
Maybe her question should be what on earth was she going to do about him?
Silver leaned over and her eyes widened when she saw the card at the top of the pile.
“I don’t know what you question was, Mo, but there’s your answer and my guides are never wrong,” she breathed.
Mo glanced down and was jolted more than she would ever care to admit. Mumbo jumbo or not, this wasn’t what she’d wanted or expected to see.
The card that Mo had drawn from the Tarot pack was the Lovers.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Epilogue
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