Fairytale Ambrosia (The Knead to Know Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

garage and gray housekeeping uniforms. That should be a cinch.” There was no way we could find her, even if we had a month to look. As I said, there were thousands of hotels in this city. Plus, I didn’t have time to give to the cause. I wanted our plan to work. I wanted to help Boone use his visions to make a difference, but what exactly could I do when the clues were this vague and time worked against me? I pressed my fingertips to my forehead and closed my eyes. There had to be a way to solve this and I just wasn’t seeing it. You’d think after countless hours devoted to watching detective shows, I’d be better at this. It was so much easier on television.
    Boone’s fingers brushed against my other hand lying on the table. “It’s not impossible, Maggie. If I can see it, then it has to be for a reason. We’re supposed to help these people.”
    I looked down where his hand had touched mine. It was soft, barely even there, but I could still feel the ghost of his skin against mine. Though his hair was slightly too long and he probably hadn’t shaved in a week, Emery was right, he was completely hot. “We don’t even know where your visions come from. They could mean anything.”
    “I’ve had so many more since I met you. And . . .”
    “And, what?”
    “Sometimes when you are quiet I can sense your thoughts. Does that make sense?”
    I shook my head. If he meant what I thought he did, the next step would be keeling over. Did he know about my crush? Oh bird.
    “You know how it feels just before rain and you know it is about to downpour? It’s like that. More general impressions than anything.”
    I breathed a sigh of relief. That was manageable. Back to the real problem. “What if we’re thinking about this the wrong way? Maybe finding the housekeeper is impossible. Maybe we need to focus on the woman in white. You said she felt the same as the old woman, but they didn’t look anything alike, right?”
    Boone leaned forward, resting his elbows against his knees. The light caught the scuff along his square jawline. “Both times I saw her she had silver hair and was wearing all white, but the first time she was old and stooped with a large hooked nose and a prominent chin. The second time she was young and gorgeous. But I don’t necessarily trust what I am seeing. It’s hard to explain, but there’s an energy to her. The images that appear in my head are more about feelings than actual pictures most of the time. She definitely gives off the same energy, which might be why the silver hair and white clothes are consistent. And she is aware of me, which is completely new. I don’t know how that influences the vision.”
    I stared at the aged hardwood floor beneath my feet. Even though it had been refinished, I could still see some of the scars and imperfections it had earned over the years—and yet it was still a good floor and beautiful in its own way. How it looked now was probably different than how it had looked thirty or fifty years earlier, but the floor was the same. “Could it be different times? Maybe it isn’t going to happen, maybe it already happened, and that’s why she looks different. Maybe this most recent vision is from the past—and your earlier visions were from the present. Perhaps she’s a witch. That would explain the door. She has to have some sort of magic.”
    He shook his head. “No, it hasn’t happened yet. My visions have never been of the past. It’s still coming…” His forehead wrinkled. “She was putting on a show. She knows I’m there. I think she wants me. Or, at least, she likes having an audience.”
    “How do you know that?”
    He made a helpless gesture and leaned back in his chair. “You know more about this stuff than I do. I’m just telling you what I feel. I don’t know if it means anything. The visions were never like this before you came into my life. I’m just the lowly human here.”
    “If I’m the expert, we’re in huge trouble.”
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