Page 17 of Meant for Two

Malia stood and handed Blair a business card. “Call me if you’re feeling nauseated. Concussions can be tricky.”

“Thanks. I will.”

Once Malia left, Avery plopped down onto the chair across from her. “Can I say, wow?”

Blair forced a weak chuckle. 'Why? Because the men feared I’d sue them?" Deep down, though, the incident left her with a lingering sense of unease.

“Blair Gibson, that was the furthest thing from my mind. You went into the woods—woods that were kind of off-limits. You tripped. It wasn’t as if one of the men pushed you. No, silly. The men must care for you.”

“I think that if you’d gone into the woods to investigate and fallen, they would have treated you the same,” Blair said.

“Keep telling yourself that. The men like you and you like them. I say go for it.”

“You’re delusional.”

Avery held up a hand. “Time will tell. If Zane or Jeff, or if you’re lucky, both men are interested in you, I say take them out for a spin.”

“Can I heal first?” Blair said then smiled.

“Of course, but follow up with the men. This will give you a chance to get to know them. So as not to make it look strange that the real estate person is suddenly a detective, I have an idea.”

This was getting interesting. “Do tell,” Blair said.

“You said that Mrs. Hensley is afraid her dead sister might be listening or watching her, right?” Avery asked.

“Yes. It’s why she covered the cameras and disconnected the audio.”

“If I had a ghost in my house, I know who I’d see about a cleansing,” Avery said looking rather smug.

“Who?” Blair was too busy to get into the occult, though she found it rather interesting.

“Renata Blue Sky. She’s a psychic, among other things. I heard she can get rid of ghosts in your house.”

“Seriously?” Blair was too practical to believe in that, but maybe she was wrong.

“Yes, which is why I’m going to ask around to see if perhaps Mrs. Hensley happened to mention to Renata that she was going out of town. You haven’t lived here long enough to know how much people gossip.”

That sounded dangerous. “What if this psychic is the thief—or someone she told is the thief? They might want to silence you.”

Avery laughed. “I think you might have concussion-brain. No one is going to kill me. But if you must know, I’m friends with MaryAnn who works for Renata. I’ll ask her if Mrs. Hensley had a recent appointment. If need be, I’ll say I am thinking about getting my apartment cleansed.”

Blair nodded. “That is clever. As long as we’re subtle about it, we should be okay.

* * *

At nine sharp the next morning, Jeff’s dad showed up at their store, and Jeff couldn’t remember the last time his father had stopped by.

“Dad?”

“Do you have a minute?” his father asked.

“Sure.”

His father looked around. “Where’s Zane? I’d like his input on the robbery.”

“Dad wants to discuss the theft. Can you meet us in the conference room?”Jeff telepathed Zane.

“Be right there.”