Tarot

 

 

 

 

“What’s up, Phoenix?”

“Sorry to call you. Devon just texted me. She’s thinks she has a Peeping Tom. Twice, this evening, she thought someone was looking into her windows.”

“Oh, shit. Really?”

It wasn’t exactly a surprise. Devon, Phoenix’s cousin, was a beautiful, sexy young woman. She owned the tattoo parlor that connected to our clubhouse, and guys were always asking her out. Currently, she was dating Brass, our Sergeant At Arms. From what I understood, things were getting serious and he was about to ask her to marry him.

“Brass and I are out of town, otherwise, we’d go and check things out. We brought the prospects with us, so they’re not available.”

“That’s right. Fishing Opener,” I replied.

They’d driven up to Brass’s cabin in Alexandria, and had invited me, too. Needing to find a new place to live, I hadn’t been able to make it.

“I’m sure it’s just some neighborhood punks trying to catch her naked. It’s happened before.”

It was no secret that Devon had once appeared in a nudie magazine. I’d never seen it, but the woman was stacked, and if I were a teenage boy, I’d be panting after her, too.

“I’m surprised she isn’t trying to handle it herself,” I replied. She was a no-nonsense spitfire and not one to scare easily.

“I think she may have tried, but thinks that the only way they’ll leave her alone is if a big guy like you scares the fuckers away.”

“No problem. I’m just finishing up dinner. Tell her I’ll be over in about a half hour.”

“Will do. Thanks, man. Sorry to bother you about this,” said Phoenix.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get over there and see what’s up.”

“Sounds good. How are you doing, by the way?”

I’d told him the news about possibly being a father.

“No shit? You think it’s legit?”

“I don’t know. I had a fling with the woman. It’s possible, she’s mine. Anyway, it’s one of the reasons why I’m looking for a new place to live.”

“You sure you want to jump the gun so soon? What if the kid isn’t yours?”

“I was going to start looking for a house this summer, anyway. The apartment is too small and I need a garage.” Right now, I had to park in an underground parking lot, which made me nervous. My Hog was only two years old and I’d paid a pretty penny for it. I also had a truck, but kept it outside, in the parking lot. It would be nice not to have to worry about either vehicle.

“I hear you. Okay, I’ll let you get back to dinner. Let us know what you find out. Brass is already talking about driving back to confront the Peeping Tom himself.”

Something told me that the Peeping Tom was long gone, but I knew Devon wouldn’t rest easy until I stopped by and checked things out.

“Tell him to relax and enjoy the weekend. I’ll take care of things.”

“Will do.”

We hung up and I walked back to the table.

“Club business?” asked Peyton with an amused expression.

“A friend thinks she has a Peeping Tom, and Phoenix wants me to check it out. I told him I’d do it as soon as we were done eating.”

“Phoenix?”

“My club president,” I replied, sitting back down.

“Oh. Maybe she should call the police?” Peyton said.

“Nah. We think it’s just teenagers. I’ll go and scare them away. No need to involve the cops,” I replied, smiling.

“What about the house? Did you still want to look at it?”

“I do, but, it’s getting late. How about tomorrow?” I replied. “I’d like to see it in the daylight.”

“I’ll talk to John and have him set something up with you.”

“You sure you can’t show it to me?” I replied, smiling. “You’ve already sold me on it anyway. Why let him get all the commission?”

She laughed. “I wish it worked that way. As I said before, I’m just the administrative assistant.”

“Never sell yourself short. In fact, if you finish that book, your life is going to change in ways that you never dreamed possible.”

Peyton stared at me in surprise. “How did you know I was writing one?”

I smiled. “I should probably tell you… I’m a little clairvoyant.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re psychic?”

I nodded. “It’s not something I talk much about. But, since I know we’re going to be seeing more of each other, I wanted to get that out there.”

She stared at me, dumbfounded.

“You’re having a hard time believing me. I understand. A lot of people think I’m nuts.”

“I don’t. In fact, I’ve always been fascinated with the supernatural. Thus, the book I’m writing,” Peyton replied and then grinned. “And, what do you mean that you know we’ll be seeing more of each other?”

I grinned. “Like I said, I know things and I can already tell you and I are going to be good together.”