aura.”
Rand felt a distinct chill run up his spine. Was this sweet old lady threatening him? “I am sure Haley’s aura is just fine. And if it isn’t, it’s not my fault.”
He felt ridiculous discussing people’s auras at nine-thirty in the morning. He cast a quick look over his shoulder. Angela and Carrie stared at them with a fascinated wariness.
“Carrie, go see what’s keeping Haley,” he ordered, sounding more gruff than he’d intended. After a startled look in his direction, the little girl scurried toward the door.
Phyllis moved directly in front of him and placed her ring-covered forefinger just below his breastbone. “Your aura is wavering green and yellow, young man. You are facing crisis and must remain calm. What is your relationship with Haley?” She peered into his eyes, gently increasing the pressure of her finger.
He felt heat moving from the point of her finger up his chest into his lungs, and again a shiver of uneasiness raced through him. Don’t be an idiot. The woman is half your size and twice your age.
However, her creepy stare was almost hypnotic. He wished Angela had left the room so he could tell this New Age bag lady that Haley was only a temporary employee.
“Haley is my fiancée,” he said shortly, and she nodded with a small smile.
“Good. You are immensely compatible. I felt it as soon as you walked into the room.”
Rand swallowed his laughter. He and Haley were about as incompatible as two people could get.
“They are not compatible,” Angela interrupted, echoing his thought. “Rand is a sophisticated and dedicated business leader. That girl is totally unsuitable for him. She would never fit in with the kind of people he associates with.”
Defensiveness on Haley’s behalf surged through Rand. How dare Angela badmouth his fiancée? Never mind that he’d originally thought the same thing. Haley was funny and sexy, and he’d bet she had more loyalty in her little finger than Angela had in her whole cheating body.
“Angela, why don’t you get dressed and check on your dad. I’m sure you’ll want to be on your way soon.”
She flushed and started to protest. Then, with a disdainful toss of her head, she left the room.
“She is not a nice woman,” Phyllis remarked calmly. “Her aura is very dark. And she is deluded. She told me that she was your fiancée. Although I could see the minute you walked in the room that she lied.”
Rand laughed, beginning to find Phyllis’ quirkiness captivating.
“Did you have relations with Haley last night, young man?”
Her question caught him off guard, and he felt himself flushing. “That’s none of your business, Phyllis.”
She raised an eyebrow, and stared up at him with a wide, unblinking stare. Then as much as he resisted, some mystic power of hers had him admitting the truth.
“No. We didn’t. There was a problem. I couldn’t...” He was going to tell her about the emergency trip to the hospital and then stopped cold. Heat rose from his neck to the top of his head. Was the woman a witch? In a few seconds he’d be spilling his guts to her. He folded his arms across his chest and refused to say any more. To his horror, she misinterpreted his abrupt silence.
Her eyes softened, and she patted his chest in a comforting manner. “Don’t worry, young man. I have a potion that can cure your problem.”
He eyed her warily. “What problem?”
She patted his arm. “Impotence is nothing to be ashamed of, Andrew. It strikes many men at certain times, even young men.”
“Impotence! Who said I was impotent?”
She shook her head sadly. “My third husband, Ernie had the same problem for years. So humiliating for him. He could hardly lift his head at his club, and he was just about your age. He was referred to me, and I fixed him up with one of my potions.” She smiled dreamily. “He never had the problem again, and we married a week later.” She sighed, her face suddenly sad. “The darling man passed
Rand felt a distinct chill run up his spine. Was this sweet old lady threatening him? “I am sure Haley’s aura is just fine. And if it isn’t, it’s not my fault.”
He felt ridiculous discussing people’s auras at nine-thirty in the morning. He cast a quick look over his shoulder. Angela and Carrie stared at them with a fascinated wariness.
“Carrie, go see what’s keeping Haley,” he ordered, sounding more gruff than he’d intended. After a startled look in his direction, the little girl scurried toward the door.
Phyllis moved directly in front of him and placed her ring-covered forefinger just below his breastbone. “Your aura is wavering green and yellow, young man. You are facing crisis and must remain calm. What is your relationship with Haley?” She peered into his eyes, gently increasing the pressure of her finger.
He felt heat moving from the point of her finger up his chest into his lungs, and again a shiver of uneasiness raced through him. Don’t be an idiot. The woman is half your size and twice your age.
However, her creepy stare was almost hypnotic. He wished Angela had left the room so he could tell this New Age bag lady that Haley was only a temporary employee.
“Haley is my fiancée,” he said shortly, and she nodded with a small smile.
“Good. You are immensely compatible. I felt it as soon as you walked into the room.”
Rand swallowed his laughter. He and Haley were about as incompatible as two people could get.
“They are not compatible,” Angela interrupted, echoing his thought. “Rand is a sophisticated and dedicated business leader. That girl is totally unsuitable for him. She would never fit in with the kind of people he associates with.”
Defensiveness on Haley’s behalf surged through Rand. How dare Angela badmouth his fiancée? Never mind that he’d originally thought the same thing. Haley was funny and sexy, and he’d bet she had more loyalty in her little finger than Angela had in her whole cheating body.
“Angela, why don’t you get dressed and check on your dad. I’m sure you’ll want to be on your way soon.”
She flushed and started to protest. Then, with a disdainful toss of her head, she left the room.
“She is not a nice woman,” Phyllis remarked calmly. “Her aura is very dark. And she is deluded. She told me that she was your fiancée. Although I could see the minute you walked in the room that she lied.”
Rand laughed, beginning to find Phyllis’ quirkiness captivating.
“Did you have relations with Haley last night, young man?”
Her question caught him off guard, and he felt himself flushing. “That’s none of your business, Phyllis.”
She raised an eyebrow, and stared up at him with a wide, unblinking stare. Then as much as he resisted, some mystic power of hers had him admitting the truth.
“No. We didn’t. There was a problem. I couldn’t...” He was going to tell her about the emergency trip to the hospital and then stopped cold. Heat rose from his neck to the top of his head. Was the woman a witch? In a few seconds he’d be spilling his guts to her. He folded his arms across his chest and refused to say any more. To his horror, she misinterpreted his abrupt silence.
Her eyes softened, and she patted his chest in a comforting manner. “Don’t worry, young man. I have a potion that can cure your problem.”
He eyed her warily. “What problem?”
She patted his arm. “Impotence is nothing to be ashamed of, Andrew. It strikes many men at certain times, even young men.”
“Impotence! Who said I was impotent?”
She shook her head sadly. “My third husband, Ernie had the same problem for years. So humiliating for him. He could hardly lift his head at his club, and he was just about your age. He was referred to me, and I fixed him up with one of my potions.” She smiled dreamily. “He never had the problem again, and we married a week later.” She sighed, her face suddenly sad. “The darling man passed
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