All Wound Up Page 23
Aubry didn’t want to believe in this. She didn’t believe in these kinds of things. Still . . .
“Thank you.”
Sheila looked over at Tucker. “You . . . chaos.”
Tucker laughed. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“You have many relatives from your past. They look out for you. But they say you’re a difficult one to manage.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“You have to live down a legacy, but you chose to lead your own path. It troubles you at times.”
She looked over at Tucker, who was frowning. He didn’t say anything to Sheila.
“Your grandfather wants me to tell you that he’s so proud of your choice of career, that he appreciates you keeping the old baseball glove in . . .” Sheila frowned. “You keep it somewhere safe.” She drummed her fingers on the table. “A trunk . . . a trunk in your room?”
Tucker’s lips ticked up. “He knows that, does he?”
Sheila nodded. “He also wants me to tell you, like the father, goes the son. The path may be a different one, but the end result is the same. You’re walking the correct road.”
Tucker nodded. “Okay, I get that.”
Sheila looked from Tucker to Aubry, her gaze settling between them.
“Three times the two of you have circled, and now you come together. The fates bring you in line with one another.”
Okay, that was downright weird. A little vague, but still, pretty on the mark. First, the wine cellar, then twice in the ER.
A lucky guess?
Pretty damn lucky if it was.
“Love is a very powerful force. It entwines with fate and defines our destiny. Don’t run from what’s meant to be.”
Love? Who was talking about love? Aubry swallowed. “Um, this is just our first date.”
Sheila smiled. “The first of many, I hope. The aura surrounding the two of you is very strong, your colors bright. You will forge. Your families are united on the other side, with positive hopes for both of you.”
Whoa. That was some deep stuff for a first date. And a lot of made up mumbo jumbo that she wasn’t about to buy into.
Aubry laid her now-sweaty palms on her pants. “Well, that was so interesting.”
“Thanks,” Tucker said, putting his arm around Aubry. “I have pretty high hopes for our first date. I think we’ll start there, and see how it goes.”
Sheila smiled. “I hope you gleaned something from this reading that you found useful.”
Aubry stood. “It was definitely enlightening. Thank you so much.” She shook Sheila’s hand, and as Tucker paid, asked her about her house. Sheila told her it had been her grandmother’s house. She’d had it remodeled several years ago.
Aubry’s parents were into the now and the new. She loved this old house, and would love to be able to renovate an older home someday.
After thanking Sheila again, they headed out to the car.
Once they had taken off, Tucker glanced at her. “So . . . what did you think?”
“It was weird.”
“Weird bad or weird good?”
“A little of both, I think. She knew some stuff that no one else would know.”
“Yeah, I got that. With the grandparents. I kept my grandpa’s old baseball glove. She even knew where I keep it.”
“Yes. Same thing with my grandmother’s charm bracelet. How would she know that?”
He shrugged. “No idea. Unless she’s the real deal and was talking to our dead relatives. Pretty cool, huh?”
She looked out the window. “I’m not sure if I’d define that as cool or not. It’s a little . . . unsettling.”
“Really? I found it fascinating. And then the part about you and me and the three times? No one would know that but us.”
She dragged her gaze from the window and settled it on him. “You didn’t tell them anything.”
“No. Just gave our first names and my phone number. Besides, who else would know about us?”
She’d told Katie, but Katie had no idea Tucker was bringing her here tonight.
Fate and destiny, though? She made her own destiny, and the only part of that she was concerned with was her medical career.
The rest of it she decided she didn’t want to think about. So she was going to think of this as a fun interlude and nothing more.
“I had a great time at Madame Sheila’s. Thank you for taking me.”
“You’re welcome. You’ll like what’s next, too.”
“There’s more?”
“Of course there’s more.”
He pulled into the parking lot of . . .
Oh, dear God.
“Bowling? We’re going bowling?”
He grinned and parked, then turned off the car and faced her. “I didn’t want to do a boring first date where all we do is go out to dinner at some restaurant and make small talk. You deserve a fun first date.”
“I do?”
“Yeah. Because I’ll bet you work all the time and when you’re not working you’re probably sleeping. Or doing laundry or paying bills and shit like that.”
He didn’t have to know that’s exactly what she’d been doing earlier. “I can have fun.”
“I’m sure you can. That’s why we’re going bowling.”
He got out and came around to fetch her. She had to admit, this was the most intriguing first date she’d ever been on.