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Her green eyes expressed true remorse at the intrusion. Jackie held her breath as a strange chill passed over her. “This is awkward,” her guest continued, “but Fiona Callahan sent me.”
    Jackie blinked. “Why?”
    â€œShe said you might want to talk to me.” The woman shrugged delicate shoulders that were covered by a black wool poncho. “My name is Sabrina McKinley. I’m a fortune-teller with the circus that just came through town.”
    â€œYou don’t really tell fortunes?”
    â€œI tell people what they want to hear.”
    Why would Fiona send a charlatan to her? “I don’t need to hear anything. But thank you for stopping by.”
    She started to close the door, hesitating when Sabrina spoke.
    â€œChildren are a blessing,” Sabrina said. “You have been blessed three times.”
    I don’t want to hear this. This woman knows nothing about my life. “I’m sorry,” Jackie said. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I have an appointment, and—”
    â€œIt’s all right,” Sabrina said. “Can you tell me how to get to Bode Jenkins’s house?”
    â€œBode Jenkins?” Jackie took a more thorough look at her visitor. “Why do you want to go there, if you don’t mind me asking?”
    â€œFiona thinks he might need to talk.” Sabrina shrugged, the poncho moving gracefully as she did.
    Bode didn’t talk to anyone, not much anyway. He’d eat this tiny woman alive for showing up on his porch. Yet, it wasn’t her place to interfere. “Can I ask you a question?”
    Sabrina smiled. “People usually do.”
    â€œOh. Right. No, I meant…did you tell something to Fiona?”
    â€œClient confidentiality,” Sabrina said. “I’m sure you understand.”
    â€œAbsolutely.” Jackie didn’t. On the other hand, she wouldn’t want this woman talking about whatever she knew about her.
    Oh, baloney. This lady knows nothing about me. It’s all hogwash.
    Sabrina stepped away from the door. “It was nice meeting you.”
    Jackie stared after her as she went down the porch steps and crunched off in the snow, leaving tracks with her small boots. Why was Fiona mixed up with a gypsy?
    â€œI—” Jackie told herself not to get involved. Yet a visitor could get lost around here when she didn’t knowher way, especially with snow obscuring everything. She was going to be totally late to Darla’s, but did it matter? Talking about the wedding business could wait thirty more minutes. “If you follow me, I’ll take you by the entrance to the Jenkins’s ranch.”
    â€œThanks.” Sabrina smiled. “The new business is a great idea, by the way. You should always follow your heart.”
    Once again, chills ran over Jackie that weren’t weather-related. She decided to ignore Sabrina’s words—maybe Darla had mentioned it to Fiona, who’d told Sabrina—but at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel that the wind was blowing just a bit colder. She hurried to the car. “I’ll drive slowly, so you don’t lose sight of my taillights.”
    Nodding, Sabrina got into her truck. It was an old one, a white Ford that had seen better days. Jackie shook her head and started her own car—and felt the strangest jump in her stomach. A flutter, like a butterfly moving across her abdomen.
    She glanced out at the horizon, and her breath caught. Black horses ran across the horizon, tails and manes flying. It was beautiful and mystical, and Jackie suddenly thought about the black Diablos. But it couldn’t be them. She was a good twenty miles away from Pete’s ranch. And though Pete swore they were real, everyone else thought they were a myth dreamed up by the crazy Callahans. Fey Fiona and her Irish tales.
    The wild hoofbeats she was hearing were nothing more than her own blood pounding in her