Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Daring Destiny ~ Part 22
Before Rainy could correct how the receptionist had taken her statement, she was pushed through the door and had her arm looped into that of a man’s she didn’t know. She stared at him, he had spikey black hair, a nose piercing, and more eye liner on than she ever wore.
“Miss Rainy,” said the man, “I’m Merlin.”
“Merlin?” Rainy cocked her head.
Merlin smiled. “Yes, it’s a family name. We’ve all been blessed with the gift of foresight, just as I foresaw you coming here today.”
“Nice,” said Rainy, not believing a word that Merlin was saying, “the thing is, coming here was a mistake and I’ll just go. You don’t need to bother Hoyte.”
“Oh honey, he’ll have my head if I don’t escort you to see him,” said Merlin. “We’ve already transferred his client and given them a free reading with Hoyte next week. Trust me the client got the better end of the deal. He got half a reading with Hoyte before you came, is now getting a fresh reading with another of our gifted psychics, and next week will get another one with Hoyte. So he’s getting three readings for the price of one and I don’t have to tell you how expensive that would be otherwise.”
Merlin didn’t. Rainy knew all too well how expensive a reading with Hoyte Morgan was. Ushering her down the hall, Merlin turned a corner where a heavy oak door stood open. On the door was an elaborate carving of a lion. Rainy smirked as she remembered how Hoyte was obsessed with the creatures.
Merlin knocked twice and then basically pulled Rainy into the room. The room was half professional office, looking more like an old fashioned lawyer’s office if you didn’t look too closely at the hundreds of books on the wall that were tales of the supernatural and studies of psychic phenomenon instead of law journals.
The other half of the room was cozier, with two overstuffed chairs facing a large oval table. Soft free standing laps sat in the corners by the table, giving the area a soft glow. A large book case stood near the laps showing the thousands of different types of Oracle and Tarot cards that Hoyte collected. Of course, Rainy knew they were just for his collection, he only used one deck to give readings. A deck that had been blessed by a shaman in Africa who had taught Hoyte the true meaning of his visions, even though the subject was beyond taboo in the country.
Hoyte sat at a large oak desk staring at a laptop. Seeing him made Rainy feel as if she had been punched in the gut. She sucked in a breath, trying to steady herself. He was just as handsome as he’d always been with his messy black hair that was just a little too long in the back, but somehow balanced out his full black beard.
“Here she is,” said Merlin, dramatically, “Miss Rainy Summerfield.”
“Thank you, Merlin,” said Hoyte. He looked up and Rainy caught her breath again at the sight of his emerald green eyes.
Merlin unhooked his arm from Rainy’s and gave her hand a pat. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I do hope you’ll be around more often so we can get to know each other.”
He gave Hoyte a nod before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
Rainy sighed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I’ve interrupted your business, which I can see has grown leaps and bounds. You’re doing very well for yourself and I know your time is valuable. I’ll see myself out.”
She walked towards the door.
“Rainy,” he said, in his deep baritone that always gave Rainy the good kind of goosebumps, especially when his tone was soft as it was now. “Please.”