She sent a text message to the psychic woman, Luna. Now she had more questions that needed answers. Luna texted her back to meet with her the week following Tori’s origami workshop. She had hoped it would be sooner, but she could wait. She had waited this long. What was another two weeks?

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Marshal Gaines couldn’t remember the last time he had been so nervous. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a woman spend the night either. He realized that Luna would be staying in Carter’s room. But still. He hired a professional cleaning service, which made sure everything was spotless. He wasn’t a messy person, but he wanted his home to be pristine considering it needed a lot of work in the décor department. He wasn’t sure what arrangements he should make for dinner. Dine out? Eat home? Takeout? Grill? He peered into the refrigerator. He had two rib-eyes, salad fixings, and asparagus. He then checked the pantry. A few Idaho potatoes. He would offer to cook, but if she wanted restaurant food, that would be fine with him as well. He would leave the decision to Luna. Although, he fancied the idea of cooking together. He knew they worked well in the field. Cooking would be a good opportunity to see how well they worked in the kitchen. Preparing a meal with someone was like choreography. You needed to move in sync with the other person.

He smiled as he thought about having that wild woman in his kitchen. They would share a bottle of wine, cook, then sit by the fire and have dessert. Dessert? He snapped his fingers. Then he remembered he had a pint of ice cream in the freezer. That should work. He knew Luna wasn’t much of a dessert person, but she had ordered ice cream or gelato on more than one occasion. Satisfied he had the dinner part of the evening under control, his mind moved on to breakfast for the next morning. Eggs? Check. Bacon? Check. English muffins? Check. He was beginning to relax, knowing there was enough food for two meals for both of them.

His next challenge was what to wear. How casual? Jeans and a navy-blue long-sleeved cashmere button-down shirt? Why not? Unless they would go out to dinner, then he’d put on a blazer. But he really hoped they would stay in.

He checked Carter’s room to make sure there weren’t any adolescent remains such as dirty socks, laundry, stinky sneakers, and who knows what else. He knew he was being a bit obsessive, but he wanted Luna to be comfortable. The cleaning people did the laundry and put fresh linens on both beds. Clean towels were in place in the bathroom, and a clean set for Luna was on Carter’s bed.