Melody Snow Monroe Read Free

dealing with one ego was a road she wasn’t ready to travel.
    “Soon.”
    Soon was good since Lara was leaving at the end of the month for Monaco.
    Imelda inhaled. “The guides are also showing me a dark cloud. Are you troubled?”
    Lara placed a hand on her chest, using her best acting skills. “Not me. I’m about to go on the adventure of a lifetime. I got the role of my dreams.”
    The woman’s brows pinched. “They’re also showing me a turbulent ocean.”
    This was bullshit. “I’m here in Spirit with friends now and am quite calm.” That was assuming this ocean implied her life was turbulent. It better not mean that crossing the ocean would be a problem.
    The woman lightly shook her head. She studied Lara for a moment. “They’re gone.”
    She was glad. She so wanted to get out of there. Lara stood. She had no desire to ask who these spirit guides of hers were. “Thank you.” She handed the woman the money for the session and rushed out of there.
    That had been a bust. She was supposed to have gotten a thirty-minute reading. She lifted her phone to check the time. “Holy shit.” She’d been in there over an hour. How could that have happened?
    When she arrived at The Bookstore, both Krista and Amy were seated outside. As soon as she came near, they jumped up.
    Amy clasped her hands. “We were worried about you. How did it go?”
    She wasn’t sure how to answer the question. “It was weird in more ways than one.” They sat down and she told them as much as she could remember.
    Krista laughed. “Two men, huh? You got lucky. Mine told me she saw a man and a woman in my future. When I questioned her about whether I’d be hiring two new people, she acted a bit strange and said she got an image of large animals. When I asked if she believed I’d be photographing animals, she said she wasn’t sure how to interpret the meaning.”
    Two down, one to go. “And you, Amy? Was the great Ms. Whitefeather awesome?”
    Her chest seemed to cave in. “She was, but she saw tears and a coffin. Her spirit guides wouldn’t tell me exactly what it meant.”
    She was not in the mood to discuss anything depressing. She was here for a good time. “This talk of the future is making me hungry. How about a quick bite to eat and then we go hiking?”
    Amy stood. “I have to get ready for work, but I suggest the hotel dining room. The food is really good and quite reasonable.”
    “Works for me.”
    They walked the one block back to the hotel where Amy hugged them good-bye. “Maybe we can get a drink after dinner? I get off work at eight.”
    She didn’t expect their hike to take more than a few hours. “Come up to the room when you finish work.”
    Krista and she went upstairs after they picked up the map detailing the day hikes from the front desk. Their packs were in the car, so all they had to do was change and fill their water bottles.
    Outside, the day couldn’t have been nicer. It was in the midseventies with only a few clouds. “You want to take the lift to the top and go from there?” Lara waved the brochure indicating a few of the routes began at the top and worked their way down to the bottom.
    “Sure.”
    When they jumped on the lift, she almost wished it had been winter. “Maybe when the movie finishes, we can come back and ski.”
    “You’ll be too famous to be seen with me.”
    Lara rolled her eyes, hoping that her privacy wouldn’t be breached too much. “That will never happen.”
    “You wanna bet?”
    No. She’d already done three television spots in Denver and had one more and a few others around the country next month. She’d been recognized in a few restaurants already. Hopefully, no one here had any idea who she was. This might be the last time she could be anonymous. When she’d been in Europe, she’d been stopped on the streets for an autograph even though her roles had been rather small. She wondered how much more attention she’d get after the movie with Brad was released. God