Page 6 of Three Corporate Kings and a Hands-Off Bride

Not caring anymore, she ran the distance, her heels clanking on the bare cement floor, the bag containing the box with her twelve-piece tea set swinging at her side. Then she promptlybashed her head into a glass door that hadn’t been there before, she would bet her life on it.

The impact sent her flying back onto her ass. Stars swirled around her head, before her eyes closed. She had no idea what was happening, but she was sure her soul lifted out of her body and now danced around her head.

Oh god. She could see the light.

She was dead. So, so dead. Crap.

“Are you all right?” And apparently posthumously, she sounded huskier, possibly like a smoker, and much older too... What?

“No, you’re not dead. I saved you.”

She wasn’t dead. Wait, why did she sound as if she were answering a question and who was asking that question?

Alicia’s eyes fluttered open and through the bright light, she saw a woman who looked about sixty-something with a shock of wiry silver curls, cheeks painted with layers of pink blush, sparkly blue eye-shadow and watery grey eyes. Was she looking at an angel?

“No. I’m not an angel.”

Alicia gasped as a flood of air filled her lungs, bringing her out of her temporary comatose state. She tried to sit up, but the woman put a hand on her shoulder and told her to take it easy.

“I’m fine. My car…” she said, sitting up with the help of the woman. Alicia immediately noticed that not one of the two staff members of the warehouse she had encountered came to her, which meant that they had no idea she’d knocked herself out on their premises.

“You can’t drive, I don’t think, Miss. You need to call someone. You were lucky I saw you hit the glass and go down from across the road.”

“Thank you,” Alicia said heartfelt. She could have truly died right there. The warehouse didn’t look as if it ever teemed with customers. Her corpse would only have been discovered when the staff came to close the entrance doors at the end of the business day. She’d have been cold by then.

What was she doing? She’d driven across town to some out of the way place, to buy a second-hand vintage tea-set for her trousseau for a wedding that was never going to happen. This knock on her head was the universe telling her to stop fucking around. She was almost certain she’d gotten accepted into Harvard Law. It was time she got her act together and adulted the damn thing. No more excuses.

Scrapbooking manifestation?What had she been thinking? She hadn’t been thinking. Clearly that was the problem.

“You have someone you can call?” The older woman asked her.

Alicia nodded and took her phone out of her bag. She called Holly because she wasn’t calling Cade, Eli, or Baxter, that was for sure. Holly was already in her car coming to Alicia by the time she disconnected.

“Thank you, so much,” Alicia said again, taking one of the older woman’s hands in both of hers. She hadn’t even checked to see if her tea set had survived. If it had, it would be a damn good sign. If it hadn’t, it was a sign for something else. No. No more signs. Did she forget the stern talking to she’d given herself moments ago. Go home. Become a lawyer. End of story.

“I’ll tell you your fortune while we wait for your friend?” the woman asked, running her fingers down Alicia’s palms.

Well, she had just cheated death, and she was in a woo-woo phase of life…

No. That was over. She needed to–

“Okay,” she said, but shaking her head, warring with herself like a crazy person.

“Okay.” The woman carried on smiling, but no fortune fell from her lips. Alicia frowned, opened her mouth to say something, and then realized what was going on.

She had to pay the woman.

“How much do I owe you?”

The older woman shrugged. “Whatever you can spare, deary.”

Alicia fumbled in her bag and drew out a hundred-dollar bill. Was that enough? What was the going rate for having one’s fortune told these days? She took out another hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the woman, who looked at her in shock.

Okay, well, that was good. Maybe the extra tip would give her a better fortune.

“I see marriage… soon.”

“You do?” Alicia asked, shocked. Wait… what did this mean? Arg, she was so confused. Her head was going to explode. Yes, of course, it was going to explode. She had just banged it so hard that she rattled her brain.

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