Instead, there were two sofas and several comfortable chairs. And an older woman with short brown hair who smiled when they entered. She was wearing slacks and an orange blouse. No turban in sight.
“Good evening. My name is Sheila. You are Tucker and Aubry?”
Tucker walked in and shook her hand. “Yes. I’m Tucker.”
“And I’m Aubry.” She shook Sheila’s hand.
“Please, sit down. Would you care for some coffee or tea? Or some water?”
“Nothing for me, thank you,” Aubry said.
“I’m good,” Tucker said.
Sheila nodded. “That’ll be all for now, Brenda.”
The brunette shut the door behind them.
“Well, then, I’ll start my speech. I’m Sheila Aveila. I’m a psychic medium, which means I can see the past, plus the future. You booked your appointment through my assistant, Brenda, who is also my daughter. Other than that, I know nothing about the two of you. Can you confirm that?”
“Yeah. I gave her my first name and Aubry’s first name and my cell phone number. Nothing else,” Tucker said.
“Good. Then we’ll get started.” Sheila closed her eyes for a few seconds and took several deep breaths. Then she opened her eyes and stared at Aubry.
“You lost someone you loved not too long ago. Someone you cared very deeply about.”
Aubry was about to say something, but Sheila held up her hand to stop her.
“Your grandmother?”
Aubry didn’t know how Sheila would be aware of that. “I . . . yes.”
“You have her bracelet. A charm bracelet. You keep it in your jewelry box, and when you’re stressed or upset, you take it out and put it on. It gives you comfort.”
No one would know that. Even Aubry’s mother didn’t know about her ritual. “Yes.”
“That makes your grandmother happy. She’s with you when you do that, and she wants you to know that someday soon, your life will get easier. But in the meantime, take comfort, because she’s always with you.”
Aubry didn’t want to believe in this. She didn’t believe in these kinds of things. Still . . .
“Thank you.”
Sheila looked over at Tucker. “You . . . chaos.”
Tucker laughed. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“You have many relatives from your past. They look out for you. But they say you’re a difficult one to manage.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“You have to live down a legacy, but you chose to lead your own path. It troubles you at times.”
She looked over at Tucker, who was frowning. He didn’t say anything to Sheila.
“Your grandfather wants me to tell you that he’s so proud of your choice of career, that he appreciates you keeping the old baseball glove in . . .” Sheila frowned. “You keep it somewhere safe.” She drummed her fingers on the table. “A trunk . . . a trunk in your room?”
Tucker’s lips ticked up. “He knows that, does he?”
Sheila nodded. “He also wants me to tell you, like the father, goes the son. The path may be a different one, but the end result is the same. You’re walking the correct road.”
Tucker nodded. “Okay, I get that.”
Sheila looked from Tucker to Aubry, her gaze settling between them.
“Three times the two of you have circled, and now you come together. The fates bring you in line with one another.”
Okay, that was downright weird. A little vague, but still, pretty on the mark. First, the wine cellar, then twice in the ER.
A lucky guess?
Pretty damn lucky if it was.
“Love is a very powerful force. It entwines with fate and defines our destiny. Don’t run from what’s meant to be.”
Love? Who was talking about love? Aubry swallowed. “Um, this is just our first date.”
Sheila smiled. “The first of many, I hope. The aura surrounding the two of you is very strong, your colors bright. You will forge. Your families are united on the other side, with positive hopes for both of you.”
Whoa. That was some deep stuff for a first date. And a lot of made up mumbo jumbo that she wasn’t about to buy into.
Aubry laid her now-sweaty palms on her pants. “Well, that was so interesting.”
“Thanks,” Tucker said, putting his arm around Aubry. “I have pretty high hopes for our first date. I think we’ll start there, and see how it goes.”
Sheila smiled. “I hope you gleaned something from this reading that you found useful.”