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Well, now I feel like an ass again.How does she always see the good in everything? And why is she with someone who would ever yell at her? Tess is the one person on planet Earth who should never be yelled at, like ever.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I ignore it at first. Whoever it is can wait. Tess is my top priority today. We need to figure out what the hell is going on with her and Rob and get her out of that cabin. Unfortunately, the phone doesn’t stop buzzing. And the more noise it makes, the more notice everyone takes.
“That’s Clyde, dear,” Mrs. Beaux says.
I laugh and nod. “Oh, did he tell my dad we’re soulmates? If he did, he wouldn’t be around to make the call, so…” I realize now I’ve sunken back into the bitch territory I live so well in. Have I said I should work on that, because I should.
Desperate to prove Mrs. Beaux wrong, I whip my phone out and flip the screen toward her. “See, not Clyde.”
She laughs. “No, dear. That’s him. He’s got a line of people waiting for rides up at the lodge. He’s wondering where you are.”
Where I am?First off, it’s Monday at three p.m. There aren’t carriage rides on Monday. Besides that, she can’t read Clyde’s mind.
I give the old woman a look, then slide my phone to answer. “Hey, what’s up?”
“What’s up?” His tone is rough and grumbled, as usual. “You were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. We have rides today.”
“No, we don’t. It’s Monday.”
“It’s Tuesday, and we most certainly have rides…all evening.Get your ass over here. I can’t run two carriages on my own.”
I glance toward Tess and Mrs. Beaux. “Is it really Tuesday?”
They nod simultaneously with wide eyes, as though I’m insane for having lost an entire day.
I hate it when I’m wrong. “Okay, I’m ten minutes away. I’ll be right there.”
“I’m taking the first group out. The second family hasn’t paid yet.” The line disconnects and I stand staring out the small cabin window at the falling snow, wondering how in the hell that man could ever be my soulmate.
I’m pretty sure my soulmate would say goodbye to me or tell me to drive safely or let me know I missed Monday in a much more… caring way.
“I’ll drive you over there.” Tess stands and gives Mrs. Beaux a hug. “Thank you for your help this afternoon. I’ll be back next week to chat more. I’ve got a gift I want to bring over, anyway.” Knowing Tess, she’s probably made homemade apple bread for everyone in town. She makes this really good cinnamon apple glaze that people go crazy for. She should probably start selling it. I bet she’d make a fortune.
Why couldn’t Mrs. Beaux tell her that?
“You’re welcome back too, dear,” the psychic says as we head toward the front door.
I wave back in thanks, though it’s not as sincere as Tess’ hug.
Outside, the cold has somehow gotten colder. If I’d known I was going to work, I’d have worn something other than jeans and a flannel. For a night like tonight, I need a parka.
“So, I guess I’m going to have to take a raincheck on breakfast,” I say, climbing up into Tess’ jeep. “I’m sorry, especially since we have a lot to talk about.”
Tess starts up the engine, letting it warm for a second before putting it in reverse. “There’s nothing to talk about. I’m fine. I always figure things out. I will this time, too. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“Listen, I’ll be doing the carriage thing until late tonight. Why don’t you tell Rob that you’re helping me, and we get a room at the lodge for the weekend. You can stay and keep me company. It’s gorgeous up there. Mountains, food, peace… it would be a nice break. Do you think you could leave?”
She drags in a deep breath as we turn left up the long tree lined road that takes us toward the massive lodge that was built a few months back. “Yeah, I think I could do that. He’s out of town for work right now, anyway.”
“Good. I’ll leave the room key at the front desk and let them know you’re stopping by to get it. This will be fun.” I squeeze her hand. “We can talk, figure things out, and—”
“And you can tell me all about your new soulmate, Clyde.”
I give her a heavy side-eye as we pull up to the front porch of the lodge. “Not a chance.”
“You did tell me just last week about how good he looked in those jeans.”
I bite back a grin. “A lot of men look good in tight jeans. That doesn’t mean they’re all my soulmate. I’ll talk to you later. Be safe driving.”
