Kari Lee Townsend - Sunny Meadows 04 - Perish in the Palm Read Online Free

out, and I suspected it had come from his wife.
    I tuned her out and studied his hand, realizing I didn’t see any travel lines, which meant he didn’t travel and had no desire to travel, and suddenly I understood the snort. Obviously she wanted to travel. That would explain the selfish part of his reading. “You know what? Since it’s getting late, why don’t we move on to the four minor lines?” I smiled over-brightly, hoping to defuse the situation.
    “You’ll get no objection from me,” he grumbled.
    “First up we have the Lines of Opposition.” I traced the lines outside of his palm between the Heart and Head Lines. “These illustrate opposing forces we all must deal with in life,” I squinted at his hand, “and I must say you have plenty.”
    He coughed. “Next,” was all he said.
    I kept looking for the Line of Intuition which illustrated strong insight, extreme sensitivity, and ESP. He didn’t have any. No surprise there.
    “Ah, here’s the Line of Escape.” I pointed to the line at the bottom of the palm near the base. His crossed the Health line, which indicated he could resort to drugs and drinking, which would make sense given his depression and marriage problems. “Just so you know, help is only a phone call away,” I whispered for his ears only.
    He flinched as though I’d struck a nerve and seen clear into his soul. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he sputtered.
    Desperate to end on a good note, I searched for the last line. The Lines of Influence. They were at the base of the thumb and radiated out into the palm. They illustrated an important event.
    I smiled at whatever higher power had helped me out. “The Lines of Influence cross the Money Line.”
    His brow arched high. “What does that mean?”
    “It should show how and where you will come into money.”
    “Well, get on with it, then. Tell me everything. Am I going to win the lottery? Cash in on the stock market? What?”
    I held on tight to his hands and closed my eyes. The world around me faded away as my internal vision tunneled into a scene from long ago. Not the present or the future, but clearly the past, which surprised me. If he was going to come into success, I had assumed it would happen in the future. How on earth was it based in the past?
    “I see water,” I said. “An ocean…no wait, a river. It travels through the woods and is rough in spots.” I felt the wooden planks of a boat beneath my feet. My joints felt stiff and achy as though I had weathered many storms, and it was hard to breathe as if I suffered from asthma or was a smoker. My body filled with anxiety and anger. “Someone is after me. I must escape, must hide, before it’s too late.”
    My body jolted forward to a jarring stop, and I felt the impact with every ounce of my being. When I composed myself, I looked up and gasped. “The inn. I see Divine Inspiration.” Suddenly I was somewhere else. “Wait, where am I? It’s cold and dark and musty. There’s dirt beneath my feet and ropes or webs or vines above my head. I hear a thumping or fluttering. What is that? I think it’s—”
    A crash jarred me from my trance, and I looked at my captive audience, clearly back in the present. The maid was cleaning up the mess from a serving tray someone had knocked over.
    “Sorry,” she muttered, looking red faced.
    “What did you see?” Peirce grabbed my arms in a death grip, shaking me until my teeth rattled.
    “Hey!” Mitch barked and stood by my side in a flash, grabbing Pierce’s arm with one hand and balling his fist with another.
    A sense of peace and security washed over me, knowing Mitch would never let anything bad happen to me. No matter what our problems might be, I knew he was there for me, always. It was the most comforting feeling I’d ever had.
    Pierce let go. “Sorry. I’m just a little excited I guess.”
    Mitch’s look said, you’re a little something, all right . But he didn’t say a word, though a