Graham lifted a brow.
“Sarah the psychic?” he asked, confused as to why she’d be there. They hadn’t called her. “That Sarah?”
He nodded in confusion.
Not far away, Elizabeth was genuinely befuddled by that. Did they have a psychic on speed dial? A psychic who made house calls? Was that a thing here?
“Why is a psychic visiting us?” she inquired.
That was a damn good question.
Hitting the app on his phone, Michael opened the gate, allowing her entrance into the estate. Then, he got up and got ready to meet her at the door.
“I’ll see what she wants,” he offered.
Grabbing his coffee, he headed away, and Graham explained to Elizabeth.
“That’s the psychic we asked to come here last time we wanted to figure this out. She was helpful.”
Ethan was curious.
“Is she legit?” he asked. “Because we tend not to buy into that bullshit,” he admitted.
Unless it was a Littlemoon.
They were three days past legit. They were the real deal and helped them.
Graham nodded.
“I think so.”
Gabby shared what she’d told her.
“She knew I had a miscarriage and told me that there will be babies. Sarah promised that it was my ex’s fault that I couldn’t keep a pregnancy. He had rotten sperm.”
Elizabeth laughed
“That’s what she said?” she asked.
Gabby shrugged.
“I added that last part. It makes me feel better about wasting my time being married to him when I could have been hitched to a hot Scottish man.”
Yeah, that would be annoying, so Elizabeth found that surprising and amazing that her friend was going to be okay. She wanted babies for her in the worst way.
“Let’s go see what she wants,” Elizabeth said. “Now, I’m curious.”
Well, if that was what the lady wanted…
Heading out of the kitchen, they reached the foyer just as Michael was opening the door and greeting her.
“Sarah…”
She stopped him.
“My spirit guide said I needed to come up here today, and I needed to talk with a woman who needed me. My guide said she’s in emotional turmoil, and that it’s imperative that I get my arse here.”
That was all he had to hear.