Page 14 of Deadly Misfortunes

Why would he want to dig up ghosts? If they even existed, or Sascha could do such a thing.

Everyone grabbed their personal items, apologized for the accident, and hoped Raymond and Sascha were okay. Except Stephanie. She looked pissed that the party was ending.

Then they all left the house.

Rose soon joined him. “You’re not going to have her entertain—” Then she noticed everyone was gone. She smiled. “Good. Poor Sascha needs a break.”

She did, and he wasn’t taking his money back. She could perform, or not, at some other time if she wanted to.

Then she came down the stairs, her hair dried, curly, and beautiful. She was wearing a tank top, a plaid shirt over it, and leggings. Anything she wore made her look sexy and his mouth water.

Sascha glanced around at the living area where a couple of maids were cleaning up after the party. “Everyone left?”

“Yeah. After what happened to you and Raymond, it was the right thing to do.”

“So what exactly happened?” Rose asked, getting them mugs of hot cocoa.

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To Sascha’s relief, the partygoers had all vacated the premises. She and Gregory curled up on a moss green velour sofa in the gathering room. The cushions felt cushier than she’d ever sat on, much nicer than her red vinyl couch, with no creaking when she moved around and no sticking to the seat on a hot, humid day.

In front of them, a golden fire crackled in the three-sided peach-brick fireplace, adding to the romantic ambiance as New Age music played softly in the background. She took a deep breath. She could easily get used to a life of luxury.

Rose was sweet, blond-haired, with blue eyes, and Sascha so appreciated that Rose had freely shared her clothes with her so she would feel comfortable after the ordeal she and Raymond had been through.

Sascha told Rose the details of what had happened when the truck had run them off the bridge.

Rose shuddered. “So Gregory told us you are a psychic and can tell fortunes.”

Sascha smiled, figuring this was a way to keep her three thousand dollars and do her reading. “Of course. What do you want to know?”

Gregory laughed. “I wasn’t going to have you return the money.”

“I want to know if the guy I’m dating, who was working and couldn’t come to the party tonight, is going to be my forever person.” Rose sat on a couch near them.

Sascha was amused that Gregory was seated so close to her on the sofa. Did he think she needed his protection now? Or comforting for the close call on the bridge? She suspected she would have nightmares about it forever.

Then Gregory’s phone rang, and he glanced at the Caller ID. “Yeah, Katrina?”

“Put Sascha on the phone.”

Gregory smiled and handed his phone over to Sascha.

“I’m all right.”

“It was all over the news. Prescott and I went to your house to check on you, but you weren’t home, naturally. Since you had been in Gregory’s limo, we assumed he had taken you to his home.”

“Yes, I’m here. But I’ll be going home in a little bit. I’m just going to give Gregory’s sister a reading. Gregory paid me three thousand dollars for it.” She smiled at Gregory.

He raised his brows at her.

“What?” Kat asked, sounding shocked that Sascha had been paid so much.

“Well, it was for his party, but after the accident, he sent everyone home, thankfully.”

“Oh, wow, okay. As soon as you want to go home, let us know and we’ll pick you up.”

“Okay, that sounds good.” She didn’t want to ride in any of Gregory’s known vehicles, making herself a target again in case his assassin was waiting for it.