about me. Even that I’m engaged.”
Madison poked Karrie in the ribs, then nodded at the rock on the woman’s finger.
Karrie hid a smile. “Come on, you chicken. What can it hurt?”
“Don’t make me do this. I hate this kind of stuff. You know I break out in hives when I’m exposed to too much schlock in one evening.”
Karrie laughed, but she wasn’t about to ease up on her friend. “Madison, don’t be such a wet blanket. Who knows, maybe she’s going to see a tall, handsome stranger in your future.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Okay, so she won’t. But do it anyway. Please?”
“Fine.”
“Okay, then.”
Madison caught a passing waiter and exchanged her empty glass for another martini.
“You’re really not nervous about this?”
“Of course not. It’s all nonsense.”
Karrie grinned. “Good. Because I put our names down an hour ago. We’re next.”
Madison glared at her at the same time the door opened and Camilla, of candle party fame, emerged, her face flushed, the sparkle in her eyes an odd mixture of fear and excitement. Which was strange, because Camilla wasn’t the type to be snowed by a con game.
Karrie suddenly had second thoughts. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. What if Madam Zora predicted something bad about Karrie’s job? Like that she wouldn’t get promoted to Public Relations Director when her boss retired at the end of next year? Or that she’d lose the apartment on Sixth, even though she’d been on the waiting list for over a year.
Her thoughts suddenly turned to her brother, stationed in Germany. If Madam Zora…
No, it was all twaddle. Pure guff. Nothing but the science of watching people and playing the odds. Psychics kept things so general the facts could fit hundreds of people. Even if Madam Zora guessed Karrie had a brother, she wasn’t going to know anything real about him. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t called him in too long, and that was her bad.
Regardless of psychic predictions, his job as an air force pilot wasn’t without risk. Like her, he’d been desperate to leave Searchlight where they’d grown up and he’d joined the service the day he was eligible.
Karrie had used a college scholarship to escape the small desert town, and since their mother had remarried and left five years ago, neither of them had returned to Nevada, or the shabby trailer that had provided no privacy, only a lot of shame.
She swallowed and turned back to Madison, who was busy nibbling a blini with a dollop of sour cream and a smidge of caviar. “You don’t think she’d predict anything bad, do you?”
Annoying amusement lifted Madison’s eyebrows. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Like a death, or something.”
“And ruin Sonya’s party? Don’t be droll.” Madison frowned. “But if she says anything negative about my next photo shoot, I’ll kill myself.”
“Which one?”
Madison grinned slyly. “For Today’s Man.”
“No way. Which issue?”
Her smile broadened.
Karrie stepped back. “The sexiest man layout?”
“Yep.”
“Oh my God. That’s terrific! When were you going to tell me?”
“I got the call this afternoon. I still can’t believe it myself.”
Karrie raised her glass. “Congratulations, girlfriend.”
“Save the kudos until I get the man-of-the-year cover.”
Karrie sighed. “Would you chill out long enough to enjoy the moment? This is major. World class. How many photographers vie for that shoot each month? And you got it.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Nope.” She held up a hand. “I’m not listening to any ‘yeah buts.’ You’re too hard on yourself. You’re a damn good photographer, and you deserve the assignment. Period. Which state are you covering?”
“New York. I’m shooting right here in Manhattan.”
“Cool. Who’s the guy?”
“I don’t know for sure yet but I think—”
“Hey, Karrie, Madison.” Sonya waved them toward the bedroom. “Madam Zora is waiting for you.”
“Great,” Madison muttered as she finished off her drink.
Chuckling, Karrie led the way, although she wasn’t quite as enthusiastic about the reading as she had been a few minutes ago. Her heart started to race as soon as she stepped into the dimly lit room. Sonya had put up some curtains to hide her bed, and made the area for the reading intimate and exotic, especially given that the only light came from the soft glow of twin candles. At the far end of the room sat Madam Zora. She wasn’t quite the perfect stereotype of a parlor psychic, but she came close.
Her eyes and short hair were so black that she seemed to blend into the draped walls. Even the caftan she wore was black but still couldn’t hide her large, languorous form as she lounged on a burgundy velvet love seat. Giant gold hoops glinted from her ears, tugging at the misshapen lobes with their weight.
Behind them, Sonya closed the door making Karrie jump.
“Do not be nervous, child. Come. Sit.” Madam Zora motioned them to the two chairs opposite her, her smile displaying the flash of a gold tooth.
Karrie sat first, and then gave Madison the eye when it looked as if her friend might bolt.
Madison didn’t even try to hide her reluctance as she finally sank into the other chair. She slid Karrie a look of barely disguised repugnance.
Madam Zora laughed softly. Hard to tell her age. Her skin was smooth but she had old eyes. Kind eyes that immediately put Karrie at ease.
“Tell me why you’ve come to see Madam Zora,” the woman said, looking at Karrie.
She shrugged, and said bluntly, “This isn’t something I’d normally do. I don’t really believe in this stuff, but I figured that since you’re here and I’m not paying for it…”
Madam Zora laughed again. It was a surprisingly soothing sound. “You needn’t fear me. You have a very bright future.” She leaned forward and reached for Karrie’s hand.
Karrie jumped just a little at the first touch, but Madam Zora’s fingers calmed her as no words could.
“Work is going well for you,” the psychic said with her low, slightly accented voice. “A promotion is in your future. I see—” She stopped, briefly closing her eyes.
Karrie slid a peek at Madison, who still looked as if she was at a tent revival and Madam Zora was the snake.
“B.A.” Madam Zora’s lids lifted. “You know someone with these initials, yes?”
Karrie nodded slowly.
“Brian?”
“Yes.” Her heart somersaulted. How could this woman know her brother’s name? Sonya couldn’t have told her. She didn’t know. “What about him?”
Madam Zora squeezed her hand. “Not to worry. He’s fine, and happy to soar like a bird.”
Karrie coughed, her gaze flying to her friend. Madison knew Brian was a pilot and she looked a little taken aback, too.
“Why do you bring him up?” Karrie asked.
“He is