“Oh, yes. And he’s an expert on wines. That night I was going to tell him about my aura-reading talent and see how he handled the news that I have a psychic vibe. A lot of men have a problem with a woman who claims to be able to read auras.”

“Got news for you. A lot of women have problems with a man who claims to have paranormal senses.”

“I don’t doubt it. Anyhow, at the time, the question of whether or not a potential significant other could accept my psychic side was my litmus test. If he had been able to accept the real me, our relationship could have moved on to the next level. But I never got the opportunity to run the experiment.”

“Because you got kidnapped.”

“Yes. My friend Catalina and her new husband, Slater Arganbright, risked their lives to look for me.”

“Can I assume your date that evening did not?”

“No. He later explained that at first he thought he’d been stood up. Then when he was told I had vanished he didn’t think he had the skill set to search for me. It was a job for the police, he said.”

“All of which was probably true.”

“Doesn’t matter. The bottom line as far as I was concerned was that he did not look for me.”

“So after you were rescued you dumped him.”

“In hindsight it’s clear that our relationship was doomed,” she admitted. “The kidnapping episode just accelerated the timeline.”

“You don’t think he could have handled your psychic vibe?”

“No. At best he would probably have suggested I see a psychiatrist and then he would have run for the nearest exit.”

“Probably,” Harlan agreed.

“Sounds like you’ve been there.”

“Not recently, but in the past, yes. In my experience there are five basic reactions when you come out with the truth about your vibe. Number one, people think you’re delusional and need psychiatric treatment. Two, people conclude you’re a fraud or a con artist. Three, people who actually believe in the paranormal want to run experiments on you. Four, people develop an unhealthy fascination with you and decide you are the cult leader they’ve been searching for online. Five, people decide you’re possessed by demons.”

“I’m impressed,” she said. “You’ve obviously given the problem considerable thought and subjected it to keen analysis. Did you come up with a solution?”

“Find someone who is also psychic, someone who won’t think you’re weird. Turns out that’s easier said than done.”

“Tell me about it. Next time I’m going to go to Vegas.”

“Las Vegas?” Harlan glanced at her. “Why?”

“I heard that a woman who is connected to the Foundation, Sierra Raines, is planning to open up a psychic dating service there. Evidently she’s got a talent for matchmaking.”