The Final Catch: Book 1: See Jane Charm (A Tarot Sorceress Series) by Rhea Rose Read Free Book Online

below the belt. Meanwhile, the table, wobbled between us. He stared deeply into my eyes, into my heart and I felt him inside my head and in my soul! I froze as Devon probed me with his dark, hot thoughts of lust. Then we were on the table; it wobbled dangerously as he pushed against me.
    The cards and votive hung dangerously near the edge.
    This was impossible!
    The table wouldn’t hold us.
    But he seemed unconcerned, focused on absorbing my very being. I frantically waved one arm. In an attempt to balance us, I frantically waved my one free arm but waving couldn’t keep us balanced on the shaky table.
    The inevitable happened.
    The rattling and clanking of the table, while Devon ground his gears and made sparks, should have warned us that the table was about to fold like it had the knees of a camel.  My phone went spinning away, and I heard it beep and make a random call, or at least I heard the voice of a female, but that wasn’t my concern at that moment.
    Someone else had stepped into the room.
    Caught in this position — with Devon!
    A female hand retrieved the deck of cards and the votive candle moments before they met their gravitational fate.
    She cleared her throat. I swear I heard her say, “What fun!”
    But Devon’s body lay across me, blocking a full view.
    “AAAAhhh.”
    The table began wilder, violent wibbles and wobbles as it hit the floor.  In an incredibly athletic move Devon leaped up like he was snapped to his feet by a rope on his back.  He stood there looking down at a disarrayed me. I lay there like a turtle on its back. He offered me a hand. 
    I took his warm, strong grasp and let him pull me up.
    The woman who’d entered the room looked older, maybe in her late fifties. Her dark hair was laced with fine strands of silver. It hung a smidgen below her jaw line. Her hair cut didn’t look bad, very classy actually, even if her hair looked a little thin, although she herself looked well fed. This woman gave me a welcoming stare that reminded me of the aboriginal women I’d met at the weekly farmers’ market. Like them, she had dark almond shaped eyes, so dark they looked black and shiny. She was very pretty in a mature kind of way. Her attire was slightly odd because she wore a long navy blue skirt that brushed the floor. The skirt flowed and ebbed when she moved, silk, perhaps a silk blend.
    The top she wore was embroidered with gold thread which made it glimmer under the halogens and looked more like a light jacket with a bit of military pomp to it, like a toned down majorette’s jacket. The three of us stood staring at one another. Behind me Devon started laughing. I turned and gave him my best,  screw you  look.
    I found my lost shoes under a low chair, but I couldn’t reach them. I didn’t worry too much. They weren’t designer.  I found my hairbrush in my purse and gave myself a couple of quick brushes; all the while I studied this strange woman’s jacket. I got a real vibe from it. There seemed to be something moving around in one of the large pockets that wanted out, but if I stared too hard the movement stopped. I figured the woman must be wearing a version of a stage magician’s jacket. That was the only thing that made sense to me.
    “I’m Maisie Price,” the woman said, and she held out a hand for me to shake, which I did. Then I caught her glance toward Devon and she gave him an approving look, as if she was satisfied with me! I turned to Devon and he winked at Maisie.
    I was monkey-in-the-middle here.
    These two seemed to know each other. The woman then reached into her large jacket pocket and unceremoniously pulled out Sia.
    “Sia!”
    But I missed my opportunity to grab the cat. As I stepped toward the kitten, my hands were pre-occupied with re-buttoning my blouse and tucking it into my skirt. No sooner did I reach for my kitten then the woman returned Sia to her large gold embroidered pocket. I thought she was playing with me, so I impulsively reached inside her