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been getting visions of the unknown man from her dream and the way he’d made her feel. It was extremely distracting and disconcerting.
    Araminta pasted on a smile. “I think you have me confused with someone else. I live a very quiet, low-key life. The biggest danger to me is the pint of chocolate chip cookie-dough ice cream back home in my refrigerator. Now that’s a hazard, to my hips and my waistline.”
    But the other woman didn’t laugh at her joke. If anything, she became even more serious. “I can’t see where it’s coming from.” She turned over another card. The Moon. Sabrina reached across the table and placed her hand on top of Araminta’s. “Be careful of who you trust. Things are not what they seem. Someone may be wearing two faces.”
    The intensity of the other woman was frightening her, and Araminta carefully withdrew her hand, gathered her purse and stood. “Well, thank you for the reading. It was, ah, educational.”
    The corners of Sabrina’s mouth turned down. “You don’t believe me.”
    Araminta shrugged. “I don’t believe in all this.” She swept her hands out to indicate the small table covered in tarot cards. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful or anything, but it’s just not for me. I was just curious about the process. I appreciate your concern though. I just think you’re mistaken, is all.”
    Sabrina stood and Araminta got a good look at her flowing, colorful skirt and tight purple top. With the silver bangles on one arm and a trio of silver hoops in both ears, Sabrina certainly looked like a fortuneteller. She made mental notes of the other woman’s appearance so she could write it down later. No need to waste the experience.
    “Just promise me you’ll be careful,” Sabrina urged.
    “Sure.” It was easy to give the other woman her promise. After all, it wasn’t as though she planned to go skydiving anytime soon.
    Sabrina reached into her pocket and drew out a thick, vellum card. “Take my card. If you have any questions, please call me.”
    She took the card and slipped it into her purse. “I will. Thanks.” She probably wouldn’t need it for help, but she might use it for research somewhere down the road. “How much do I owe you?” She should have asked that before she sat down, but the idea of meeting a real-life fortuneteller had overridden her usually frugal self.
    Sabrina frowned again. “No charge. Your conference fee covers the reading.”
    “Great. Good. Well, it was nice to meet you.” Araminta slowly backed away. Sabrina watched her, her brow furrowed with concern. It was starting to freak her out, so Araminta turned and hurried out of the room. She needed to get changed into something less businesslike for the evening party.
    She glanced over her shoulder and found the fortuneteller still watching her. Araminta shivered but then shook off her unease. It was all part of the woman’s shtick, her act, telling her to beware. She probably changed it up between people, telling some of them they’d find love, others that they’d gain wealth and a few were probably told to beware of danger.
    It was a good plan, because people were always falling in and out of love, having small windfalls of one kind or another, or having something bad happen to them. The odds were good that she’d be right much of the time.
    A voice in the back of her head whispered that Sabrina Wolfe might be the real deal. Maybe she was psychic, maybe she could read the tarot and see messages that others might not see. “And maybe I’ll become a supermodel,” Araminta muttered.
    Putting the entire exchange from her mind, Araminta rode the elevator up to her floor and headed to her room to change. She’d had a wonderful day and she wasn’t about to let some ominous warning from a complete stranger ruin her mood. She’d met so many kind and generous people, some of whom had even read her books and had nothing but good to say about them. It was a heady feeling.
    She let herself