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“Nope,” she said as she grabbed my hands and took them in hers. “After all these years, I can already recognize his color without even trying. This is not about Bryant.”
“Maybe I’m just tired,” I suggested.
“Could be…” she hedged. “I mean, that’s not uncommon for you. You don’t get nearly as much sleep as you should.”
“Sleep’s overrated,” I grumbled like a child.
Rowena’s hazel eyes peered over at me. “Sleep is the key to balanced health, young lady.”
My head dropped back as I looked up at the ceiling. “Maybe I should try smoking some weed,” I posed. “I mean, I bet you that I’d sleep great if I got high.”
“Well, while I’m sure that your liver would appreciate your lungs taking on some of your life’s burdens, maybe you just need to get laid,” Rowena countered. “If ever there’s something guaranteed to knock you out for the night, it’s a good orgasm.”
“I wonder if I could get that prescribed by a doctor,” I muttered, looking back over at her.
Rowena’s lips twitched. “Could you imagine? Insurance companies required to cover the cost of vibrators?”
“Well, since vibrators were originally invented to treat bouts of female hysteria, why aren’t they?” I asked seriously. “I mean, considering the cost of some of those things, theyshouldbe covered by health care insurance.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” she chuckled. “Concentrate, and let’s get serious.”
“Okay,” I replied, taking in a deep breath.
“I feel your reds, violets, and oranges,” she said as she closed her eyes. “I see no greens, and there might be a touch of blue, but probably because you just finished a job.” Rowena let out a steady, calming breath. “I don’t see any yellow, either.”
Now, while I had no idea how any of this worked, I knew the basics. Rowena wasn’t embarrassed to talk about her gifts. She believed in her abilities, and she wasn’t one to care what others thought about them. So, early during our friendship, she had explained that greens were about balance, blues were about calmness, yellows were about fun, oranges were about stimulation, reds were about energy, and violets were about intuition. Of course, I was oversimplifying things, because the colors covered a lot more than just those six complexities, but that was the gist of it.
“So…?”
Rowena eyed me. “What are you keeping from me, Landry Novak?”
I gasped. “Nothing.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re lying,” she accused. “Your colors are bleeding together.”
“Meaning?”
“Orange and red are the brightest, blending together,” she said. “The violet with a touch of blue is there, but in the background…outlining the orange and red, if you will.”
Play dumb.
“Now, as you know, orange shades stimulate creativity, optimism, productivity, pleasure, and enthusiasm, which all fall under emotional expression,” she went on. “Red shades increase your vitality, spontaneity, stamina, and passion, which all fall under physical energy. Your violet shade is barely there, but I’d say intuition is what’s driving it.”
Play.
Dumb.
“Who is he, Landry?”
“Who’s who?” I snorted, my poker face absolute crap, though I already knew this.
“Don’t make me tell Mark to put the margarita makings away,” she threatened, and I really was weak when it came to tequila and all its magical properties.
“Rush Crawford,” I confessed.
Her eyes bulged like a cartoon character.“TheRush Crawford?” she squawked. “Like…like the guy that you just did an audit for?ThatRush Crawford?Crawford Industries, Rush Crawford?”
“Maybe,” I muttered.
