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Heaven Bound (A Blakemore Family Book: Madame Lou Series Book 2)
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again. What Jack wouldn’t give to trade every penny he had for a cramped third-class cabin if only it meant that he was sharing it with his beautiful bride again.
    Feeling his throat tighten with the familiar pain of loss, Jackson clenched his jaw, determined to join his friends for dinner instead of drowning his pain in whiskey. With one last look at his grim reflection, he forced himself to find his way to the dining room.

CHAPTER TWO
     
     
     
    Madame Lou’s London Tea Shop was closed for the evening, but a glimmer of light was present within its gypsy-themed interior. The silk on the walls whispered from an unknown breeze and the smell of Frankincense wafted enticingly through the air. Madame Lou had received advanced notice of a pending spirit contact—something quite unusual in itself, especially in the manner it had arrived. Her cousin, Madame Francesca, who lived in New York City, had sent her a letter, of all things. What good was their spiritualist ability if they had to resort to using the postal system to communicate? Of course, the letter had been addressed to Cassiopeia Blakemore, Madame Lou’s Christian name, since Fran thought Cassie was silly to use a stage name. But for Cassie, it was important to keep her ladies employment agency and her medium activities separate. Especially since during the last year, that handsome Lord Suffolk had been sniffing around both the tea shop and Cassie when she was being Miss Blakemore. She still wasn’t sure what he wanted from either of her personas.
    Reading the letter again, Cassie had to admit that she was impressed with her cousin’s psychic gifts. It seemed that one of her clients needed their combined help. This young woman had been at death’s door, which meant that Madame Francesca had helped ease her way into the next world by telling her fortune. But now that the lady’s spirit had entered the nether realm, Madame Lou would need to step in and take over. But the essence that had been Clara Bradley remained silent.
    The cards had been reverently pulled from their antique wood box, unwrapped from great, great, great-grandma Blakemore’s old black silk shawl, and delicately mixed and shuffled. But they refused to be read without the presence of at least one of the interested parties.
    Cassie sighed, and called out again for Clara to join her, but the spirit was not ready to discuss the matter of her husband’s future happiness. Not that she blamed Mrs. Bradley. After all, it couldn’t be an easy thing to help your loved one in life find love again after your own untimely death.
     
     
    Adeline gazed around the first-class dining room, watching for Jack to make his entrance. She hoped he hadn’t decided to stay in his room moping, as he’d been prone to do since Clara’s passing.
    “You seem distracted, daughter,” Papa said as they sat at the lavishly sumptuous table, all aglitter with crystal, silver, gold plating on white china, and decorations of flowers and ice sculptures.
    “Just worried about Jackson,” she said sipping the champagne the waiter poured freely, while nibbling on the various hors d’oeuvres. “He seemed different today on deck, almost like the Jackson we knew before Clara got sick.”
    “That’s good, isn’t it?” Simon asked. “I thought you wanted him to come back to the world.”
    “Well yes, but…” Adeline stopped herself before confessing that she’d wanted to be the one he’d first smiled at and laughed with, not Lady Huntingdon.
    “There he is, and I think I recognize Henrietta with him. Look at that; he is transformed, isn’t he?” Simon stood as the countess and Jack approached. He even allowed Lady Huntingdon to kiss him on the cheek as he pulled out her chair for her to sit down. “Jackson, I say you look a might more cheerful than I’ve seen you in months.”
    “Thank you, Simon,” Jack said acknowledging both of the Jameses. “I think I just needed a change of scenery. I was even thinking I
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