Rebecca York Sudden Insight

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Sudden Insight

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New Orleans tarot card reader Rachel Gregory foresaw a dark, sexy stranger but she had no idea Jake Harper would be her soul mate. Someone who literally read her thoughts...and she his. But when they were both nearly killed, Rachel had a feeling they were never meant to be together.

On the run, they searched for the source of their eerie connection—one that grew more powerful with each fevered kiss and heated caress. But were they willing to risk everything to uncover their secret past hidden deep in the bayou for decades? They had to hurry, before Rachel could foresee their deaths....

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About the Author:

Award-winning, USA TODAY bestselling novelist Ruth Glick, who writes as Rebecca York, is the author of more than one hundred books, including her popular 43 Light Street series for Harlequin Intrigue. Ruth says she has the best job in the world. Not only does she get paid for telling stories, she’s also the author of twelve cookbooks. Ruth and her husband, Norman, travel frequently, researching locales for her novels and searching out new dishes for her cookbooks.

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You are going to die.

The words of warning clogged Rachel Gregory's throat as she sat across from the well-dressed woman who had come to her for a tarot card reading. Evelyn Morgan appeared to be in her late sixties, with dyed brown hair and carefully applied makeup, obviously a woman of a certain age who wasn't going to let time compromise the image she wanted to project.

And her mind was still sharp, because she instantly picked up on something in Rachel's expression. Leaning forward, she asked, "What is it? What do you see?"

To give herself a moment before answering, Rachel fiddled with a tendril of dark hair that had come loose from the French braid at the back of her head.

"I think you may have a rough patch ahead," she hedged as she looked down at the tarot cards again, hoping that her first impression was wrong.

Evelyn Morgan had selected them from the many different decks on Rachel's shelves, shuffled them, then made random selections before laying them out. She hadn't pulled the card most people associated with death, a black armored skeleton riding a white armored horse. But the Fool was there, upside down, which indicated the desire to strike out on a new adventure, although the journey could be disastrous.

The Nine of Wands was also reversed, showing that the man in the picture could barely take care of himself. And then there was the Hanged Man, contemplating making a sacrifice for the greater good. The Eight of Cups was also on the table, the card's image signifying dissatisfaction with the woman's present way of life. All in all, not a good outlook.

But the cards were never the only indicators for Rachel. She'd been doing this for fifteen years, since her early teens, and she always picked up more from the subject than the pictures spread out on the table.

Trying to pull her thoughts away from the woman's uncertain future, she said, "You're a visitor to the city. I think...you used to have a different name. Not Evelyn Morgan. You changed it after you left your previous job."

The woman's eyes widened. "You got all that from the cards?"

Rachel kept her voice even. "Well, the cards help me to...focus. To understand a person better."

"I'd call that more than understanding. You're coming up with facts that I haven't told you."

"Are they right?"

Ms. Morgan shrugged, and Rachel didn't challenge her. She hadn't expected confirmation. That was another thing about the customer sitting across the table in the comfortable wingback chair. She had secrets that she might or might not be willing to reveal to a stranger. Even when she'd come for a tarot card reading.

In this case, perhaps that was best. Because, if pressed, Rachel couldn't explain how she dipped into people's minds. Nothing deep. Only a superficial connection that gave her a glimpse into another person's biography.

Too bad she didn't have the same kind of insights into her own life. Or that she couldn't use the special knowledge to make solid connections with people. Sometimes she thought that she was doomed to drift through the days and years, snatching information here and there but never going deeper.

She'd picked up a bit more from Evelyn Morgan. She had apparently held an important position in a D.C. think tank before abruptly leaving her job and going underground. She'd lived very quietly, because she was running away from something or someone. But what?

Rachel wanted to ask about it, but she kept the question locked behind her lips. She wasn't doing this to satisfy her own curiosity.

At the end of the session Evelyn paid Rachel's fee and gave her a generous tip.

"I'd like to meet with you again," she said. "Of course."

"I mean, I was hoping you could come to my hotel room tomorrow night—to discuss something with me in private."

Rachel looked around the cozy room where she did her readings. Before Katrina, she'd rented space in a coffee shop at the edge of the French Quarter, where the owner had let her read tarot cards for a percentage of her earnings.

After the devastation of the hurricane, when many people had left town, she'd been able to purchase and renovate her own place on Toulouse Street, partly with money an aunt had left her and partly with her own savings.

In addition to the readings that she did in the back room, she had a retail area out front where she sold various tarot card decks, magic wands, tea sets and other whimsical items that would appeal to New Orleans visitors.

"I prefer to work here," Rachel answered.

"I'm hoping we can have a more private meeting."

"Everything that takes place here is just between you and me. Nothing you tell me will go any further," she said reassuringly. Unless, of course, this woman wanted to tell her about a crime.

Ms. Morgan leaned forward and looked toward the door between the reading room and the shop.

"But anyone could wander in off the street and overhear us. Please make an exception for me tomorrow night." She paused, apparently considering her next words carefully. "It could be significant for you."

"A business contact?"

"I'm not going to talk about it here. Just give me the benefit of the doubt."

Rachel nodded. This woman obviously had something important to say. She didn't want to say it in public, but she was holding her breath, waiting for Rachel's answer.

"All right," she agreed, wondering what she was getting into. Because she had the sudden conviction that Ms. Morgan was telling the truth about the information being important to Rachel. Or at least that was part of the truth. The rest of it she was struggling to keep to herself.

They made an appointment for eight at the Bourbon Street Arms.

Ms. Morgan stood and took a few steps, and Rachel noticed what she'd seen when the woman had first entered—that she walked with a slight limp.

A sudden image flashed into Rachel's mind of a much younger Evelyn Morgan leaping off a bridge just before it exploded. And shattering her leg as she landed.

Dressed in a black polo shirt and faded jeans, Jake Harper was sipping a mug of strong, chicory-laced New Orleans coffee as he looked over the receipts from Le Beau, a restaurant he owned in the French Quarter. It wasn't his biggest business interest in the city, not by a long shot, but he liked working in the office at the back of the restaurant because the chef served him his favorites, like crawfish etouffee and oysters bienville for lunch.

Acquired tastes for a kid who'd run away from a dysfunctional foster home at the age of fifteen. In the seventeen years since, he'd carved out a niche for himself in the city's business community. Starting at the bottom, scrounging junk from back alleys and selling it to antique shops and dealers with tables outside the French Market. With his initial earnings, he'd graduated to garage-sale purchases and then estate sales. He'd bought his first antique/junk shop five years later—the same year he'd gotten his GED.

He might lead a comfortable life now, but the early experiences on the streets had made him tough and cautious. And always prepared for violence. In his experience, a situation could spin out of control with very little provocation.

He looked up as Salvio, the headwaiter, knocked on the door.

"Yes?"

"A lady wants to speak to you."

"About what?"

"Says it's personal."

"Young or old?"

The guy grinned. "Past her prime but keeping up appearances."

Well, it probably wasn't some chick trying to claim he was the father of her child. Not that he was ever careless about sex. He knew it could get someone into trouble faster than anything else.

Jake leaned back in his seat, wondering what the woman wanted. Maybe a donation for one of the charities he gave to on a regular basis? He'd slept in some of the city's shelters after he'd left his foster family, and he knew what it was like to live from hand to mouth, which was why he regularly gave back to the community.

The woman who walked in had a slight limp. She appeared to be in her mid- to late-sixties with dyed brown hair and a fully made-up face. She was nicely dressed in a summer-weight black suit and low heels.

She gave him a long look, as though she had been studying him and was interested to find out what he was like in person.

"Thank you for seeing me. I'm Evelyn Morgan." Her accent told him she was from somewhere in the mid-Atlantic region. Obviously not from a local charity, unless she'd just moved to the city and thrown herself into community activities.

He stood and shook hands. "What can I do for you?" She half turned and glanced over her shoulder. "I'd rather not talk about it here."

"Uh-huh." He waited for more information. "There's someone I want you to meet."

"Who?"

"It has to do with your...past, but I don't want to say any more."

He tipped his head to the side, studying her. "That sounds mysterious."

"I don't mean to be. Could you come to my hotel room tomorrow night at eight?"

He might have declined, but something about the way she lowered her voice made him hesitate. That and the sense of urgency she gave off. He was good at picking up vibrations from people—favorable and unfavorable. That was one of the reasons he'd been so good at climbing the success ladder. He usually knew when to trust someone and when to run as fast as he could in the other direction.

This time, he wasn't quite sure.

"You're not going to give me a clue?" he asked, calling on the charm that was part of his persona. When in doubt, sweeten them up with a little honey.

"I'm sorry. I can't talk about it here. But it's something you'll want to know." She said the last part with conviction, then g...

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