Chapter 12

Even when the baseball game was over Galen showed no inclination to rush out the door. "Do you play cards?" he asked.

Lydia shrugged. "I can but I don't think I have any in the apartment. Except for my Tarot deck."

"Tarot cards?" He raised one eyebrow in that skeptical expression she loved. "You're kidding. When have you had time to get into the New-Age stuff?"

"When I was about three." Lydia stuck her tongue out. "The cards belonged to my grandmother. She used to do readings for the neighbor ladies over cookies and tea." She scrambled off the couch. "Don't move!"

Galen was still watching with indulgent amusement when she returned from the bedroom carrying her silk-wrapped deck. Let him laugh. She knew that the cards could work, if the reader's mind and spirit were open to them. He might have forgotten more about history than she would ever know but when it came to this, she could probably teach him a thing or two.

She sat cross-legged on the couch and cleared a space on the coff