Time Will Tell (Timeless Series) Read Free

mused happily. I belong here.
    Smiling, she looked at the clock on her dashboard. “Shoot. Better get a move on. Don’t want to be late for my interview.”
    She put the car in gear and, after a quick glance to check the side mirror, a couple of giant oaks grabbed her notice. The two stood side by side, about fifteen feet away from the road. They towered over the other trees lining the drive, appearing out of place. Not only that, she caught whispering in her thoughts. Like they were mentally calling to her.
    Yeah, right! Giant oaks didn’t call to people in their minds. She laughed, hit the gas pedal, and peeled out. Boy, she’d escaped from the crazies at Dillard’s just in time.
    Around the bend, her best friend rushed to unlatch the gate. When the car came to a stop, Bev ran over and opened Libby’s door.
    “I’m so excited you made it.”
    “Me too! I can’t believe I’m actually here.” The “William Tell Overture” sounded from her pocket. Libby pulled out her cell phone and glanced at the caller ID. “It’s Dave.”
    Bev shrugged. “Just text him and tell him you can’t talk right now and you’ll call him back later.”
    “Good idea.” When the message light blinked, she typed a quick message and after sending it, turned the phone off. The thought about feeling as if she couldn’t share her excitement with him didn’t ease her anxiety any. She could already hear his words about irresponsibility and immaturity, not to mention what he’d say when he learned she’d be working with Bev. Candace and Victoria would certainly mock her choice. But none of that mattered. She’d made up her mind. Retail and messing with displays day after day, fresh or otherwise, just weren’t her thing. Horses were.
    “So , where’d Dr. Bull take you last night? You never said this morning.”
    She sighed. “I wish you wouldn’t call him that.”
    “If the name didn’t fit, I wouldn’t use it.”
    “Can’t you try to get along ,” she asked, tired of playing referee. “And be nice to him?”
    “I have tried.” Bev’s chin lifted. “He treats me like I’m a pariah because I don’t fit his mold of what he thinks is respectable.”
    Wasn’t that the truth? Still, if Bev didn’t respond to his little barbs so negatively, it would help. “Then be the bigger person and be nice for my sake.”
    “ OK. I promise I’ll try harder.” Bev hesitated a beat, then her eyebrows rose. “So, where’d you guys go last night?”
    “The opera.” Libby exhaled slowly, blowing on her bangs. “I’m sure he thinks I’m uncultured.”
    “Be still my heart.” Bev placed her hand over her chest, patting, and rolled her eyes. “How’d you get roped into doing something so fun ?”
    “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “It just sort of happened. You know, another surprise.”
    “It seems a lot of things are just sort of happening.” Bev clucked and shook her spiky red head. Her overlarge dangling earrings followed the movement, dancing back and forth. “But hey, you’re the one who’s going to spend the rest of your life with him. Not me.”
    Another truth Libby didn’t want to reflect upon as Dave’s comment about Kewpie dolls entered her thoughts. She smiled, thinking it an apt description. Her friend did tend to use makeup, cloth ing, and jewelry to attract attention, even when working with her precious horses.
    A loud neigh rent the air. A hoof impatiently pawed the ground and the horse blew a huge breath out of her nostrils. “Is that Black Mystic?” Libby nodded at the mare Bev had been working with when she drove up.
    “Yes. And as you can see, she hates to be ignored.” Bev reached for Libby’s arm and tugged. “Come on and get reacquainted.”
    “I’d love to.” Libby climbed out of the car and turned a full circle, taking everything in.
    Another snort erupted. Black Mystic pranced, clearly growing more impatient by the second.
    “Cool your jets, Mystic. We’re coming.” Bev latched