In Good Hands: Book 5 Georgie B. Goode Gypsy Caravan Cozy Mystery Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Marg McAlister
trailer, her ridiculously high wedge-soled sandals clop-clopping on the concrete pad. She almost dived headfirst into the trailer after wobbling on the portable step outside it, but recovered with an annoyed comment about stupid steps that violated safe work practices, and disappeared.
Don’t go anywhere? Yeah, right. Like Georgie planned to hang around waiting for Jaxx to nag her into filming some crazy psychic show.
Layla had already disappeared in the direction of the coffee van on the other side of the lot, and Jaxx should be safe enough inside the trailer with Tammy.
She was going to find Scott for a dose of sanity.
~~~
Thanks to Georgie’s father, Scott was living in a lap of luxury for a few weeks—something that he wasn’t used to but felt he could easily come to enjoy. His humble truck camper was in noble company in the Platinum Customer Care area, just three spaces down from Jaxx Saxby’s massive motorhome—which certainly made his job of watching Jaxx easier. Fifteen minutes earlier he had seen her dash into her motorhome in her eye-popping tiny skirt and form-fitting top and emerged in something different; an ensemble that had him staring after her in bemusement. Was she really going to present a segment of the show in that outfit?
Apparently she was.
From his dining table he had a good view of Jaxx’s RV, so he got out his cards to fill in the time. He might as well see if he could pick up anything to help Georgie work out who was after Jaxx.
He hadn’t been entirely honest with Georgie about his cards, although he had a sneaking suspicion that she knew he was more adept than he pretended. Well, when you grew up with a mother who lived her life according to sun signs and moons rising in this that and the other, you had to pick up something.
Once or twice a week he spent an hour or so with the cards, seeing what they had to say about his life. And about Georgie, since her life was now inextricably linked with his.
While he laid out the cards for a reading, he thought about Georgie, and smiled to himself. His perfect mate: he was content to accept that without having to analyze it. A forest ranger from Australia and a gypsy fortune-teller from half a world away. It didn’t seem like a match made in heaven—but it was, he was perfectly certain, a match made in the stars.
Strange, that he hadn’t had the slightest inkling that she was coming into his life, yet his mother had seen it. A Libran, she said, someone who could see into the future… someone who would be important to him. His mother assured him that it often worked that way. Fortune-tellers, psychics, seers of all kinds... a good many of them couldn’t see their own futures.
Probably a good thing, he thought. He didn’t mind a bit of mystery in his life.
He turned the top card. An eight of spades, signifying misfortune and danger. Not a great start. But still, that could be overpowered by a good card.
The next was an eight of clubs, showing that the cause of the problem was related to Georgie’s work or business, possibly due to jealousy. He went through the next four cards in the spread: they showed more jealousy and ill will; possible help from a male – himself? No, he didn’t think so... and Ace of Spades: death or a difficult ending. Scott shuffled the cards, his concern growing.
This didn’t look good for Georgie.
He closed his eyes and sat for a moment, focusing on his breathing. In, out. In, out. When he was completely calm, he cut the cards and laid them out again.
The cards weren’t precisely the same, but the message was clear enough. Danger lay ahead for Georgie.
It wasn’t just Jaxx Saxby who was in trouble.
The sound of light footsteps outside had him sweep up the cards and shuffle them, and he looked up with a smile as Georgie appeared in the doorway. Her eyes fell on the cards.
“Caught you,” she said, grinning. “You say that you do a spread a few times a week, but I’ve never seen you. You really
Don’t go anywhere? Yeah, right. Like Georgie planned to hang around waiting for Jaxx to nag her into filming some crazy psychic show.
Layla had already disappeared in the direction of the coffee van on the other side of the lot, and Jaxx should be safe enough inside the trailer with Tammy.
She was going to find Scott for a dose of sanity.
~~~
Thanks to Georgie’s father, Scott was living in a lap of luxury for a few weeks—something that he wasn’t used to but felt he could easily come to enjoy. His humble truck camper was in noble company in the Platinum Customer Care area, just three spaces down from Jaxx Saxby’s massive motorhome—which certainly made his job of watching Jaxx easier. Fifteen minutes earlier he had seen her dash into her motorhome in her eye-popping tiny skirt and form-fitting top and emerged in something different; an ensemble that had him staring after her in bemusement. Was she really going to present a segment of the show in that outfit?
Apparently she was.
From his dining table he had a good view of Jaxx’s RV, so he got out his cards to fill in the time. He might as well see if he could pick up anything to help Georgie work out who was after Jaxx.
He hadn’t been entirely honest with Georgie about his cards, although he had a sneaking suspicion that she knew he was more adept than he pretended. Well, when you grew up with a mother who lived her life according to sun signs and moons rising in this that and the other, you had to pick up something.
Once or twice a week he spent an hour or so with the cards, seeing what they had to say about his life. And about Georgie, since her life was now inextricably linked with his.
While he laid out the cards for a reading, he thought about Georgie, and smiled to himself. His perfect mate: he was content to accept that without having to analyze it. A forest ranger from Australia and a gypsy fortune-teller from half a world away. It didn’t seem like a match made in heaven—but it was, he was perfectly certain, a match made in the stars.
Strange, that he hadn’t had the slightest inkling that she was coming into his life, yet his mother had seen it. A Libran, she said, someone who could see into the future… someone who would be important to him. His mother assured him that it often worked that way. Fortune-tellers, psychics, seers of all kinds... a good many of them couldn’t see their own futures.
Probably a good thing, he thought. He didn’t mind a bit of mystery in his life.
He turned the top card. An eight of spades, signifying misfortune and danger. Not a great start. But still, that could be overpowered by a good card.
The next was an eight of clubs, showing that the cause of the problem was related to Georgie’s work or business, possibly due to jealousy. He went through the next four cards in the spread: they showed more jealousy and ill will; possible help from a male – himself? No, he didn’t think so... and Ace of Spades: death or a difficult ending. Scott shuffled the cards, his concern growing.
This didn’t look good for Georgie.
He closed his eyes and sat for a moment, focusing on his breathing. In, out. In, out. When he was completely calm, he cut the cards and laid them out again.
The cards weren’t precisely the same, but the message was clear enough. Danger lay ahead for Georgie.
It wasn’t just Jaxx Saxby who was in trouble.
The sound of light footsteps outside had him sweep up the cards and shuffle them, and he looked up with a smile as Georgie appeared in the doorway. Her eyes fell on the cards.
“Caught you,” she said, grinning. “You say that you do a spread a few times a week, but I’ve never seen you. You really
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