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hadn’t been hunting since he was a boy. When he and his dad would drive to the Virginia woods, they’d spend more time talking than hunting. Still he’d snagged a few ducks and some deer in his younger years. A dog would come in handy for hunting. Right now though, he was gone far too much with his job to have the responsibility of a pet.

      It was dark, and the crickets were singing out in the yard. Still musing, he filled his wineglass, settling back and waiting for his appointment to begin; he had a few minutes yet. But surprisingly, just as he was about to switch to another window, the SexyTarot logo appeared on his screen, and Charley’s sign-on signaled him that she was there. Early.

      CHARLEY: Hi, EJB—are you ready? I know I’m a little early. My last appointment ended sooner than I thought.

      EJB: No problems, I hope.

      CHARLEY: None at all. How are you tonight?

      EJB: Happy to be talking with you again. I’ve looked forward to this all day.

      CHARLEY: Me, too.

      EJ blinked—her direct response interested him. Was this the beginning of something new? His senses went on immediate alert.

      EJB: Really?

      CHARLEY: Yes. I was thinking about you…I mean, your cards, a lot today.

      EJB: Why? Did something worry you?

      CHARLEY: No, I was just moved by your last reading. There were some powerful moments, and I think we should explore what’s holding you back in life. In love.

      EJB: Why do you think anything is holding me back?

      CHARLEY: Look here at The Eight of Swords. What do you feel?

      EJ looked as she provided an image of the card on the screen for them both to look at. A figure stood blindfolded, bound, encircled by swords.

      EJB: I want to help her. She’s trapped, unhappy.

      Charlotte sighed, staring at the screen. He was a rescuer. She loved men with strong protective instincts; they were the knights, the real romantics. The heroes. Not that she personally needed rescuing, of course.

      CHARLEY: Perhaps it would be worth talking about what inhibits you—what you are holding back, and why.

      EJB: Maybe it means I’d like to be tied up and blindfolded.

      CHARLEY: (laughing) That’s always a possibility. Do you enjoy bondage?

      EJB: I might, with the right person. I’m usually willing to try anything, once.

      CHARLEY: I can see that—like we talked about last time, you’re a very sensual man. You crave it—but you also want more. Something deeper, more meaningful. Does that sound right?

      She was way off, but he wasn’t about to let her know that. He was happy with his love life just the way it was, but he supposed she had a script of things she said to people to elicit certain responses. He was willing to play along.

      EJB: I don’t know. I enjoy women. I don’t want to be tied down, but sometimes…

      CHARLEY: Sometimes what?

      EJB: I don’t know. I date a lot, and I love a woman in my bed, but sometimes there is something missing. Sharing. Warmth, I guess.

      He watched the words he’d typed pop up on the screen, almost without him thinking about it, and he stopped typing, sitting back, blinking. It was happening again. With almost no effort, she managed to get him to tell her private thoughts, things he barely admitted to himself.

      CHARLEY: So you are a romantic at heart. I felt that. You have an active sex life; your body is being engaged, but not your heart.

      EJB: Do you enjoy romance, Charley?

      CHARLEY: I think all women do.

      EJB: I want to know about you.

      CHARLEY: Let’s draw another card for you first. See what’s coming your way in terms of romance, of something deeper than one-night stands.

      EJ waited a beat as she expertly deflected the attention from herself; maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought.

      He saw another image pop up on the screen. The card didn’t have any images on it, but displayed a group of sticks—what he knew now was the tarot suit of Wands—flying through the air, the Roman numeral VIII printed clearly at the top.

      CHARLEY: Eight of Wands—fire, movement and change. This seems like a favorable indication of new opportunities coming your way, but there’s some question about how well things will go, or if you are ready for what’s about to happen.

      EJB: You get all that from looking at one card with sticks flying through the air?

      CHARLEY: (laughing) Well, I’ve talked with you a few times now, so I’m detecting patterns. And it’s not all about the image itself. It’s the suit, the number, the element the suit represents. In this case, fire. Swords, in your previous card, represent air—your intellectual side, your thoughts, the mind. So the issues are between mind and heart, rationality and desire.

      Looking at it elementally, fire is fed by air—so your thoughts, what’s going in inside your mind, are feeding these passions you feel, maybe in some form of dreams or wishes, but they’re also holding you back, as the Eight of Swords indicated. You’re being careful. Guarded. The question is why? What are you worried about?

      The fact that both cards are eights is also important—numbers have lots of various interpretations, but in Chinese mythology this number is very auspicious, suggesting a time of growth and change, new beginnings. So I think you have a lot to look forward to, though it doesn’t hurt to be careful. When we want something bad enough, we can be blind to the consequences.

      EJ sat back, watching her analysis roll out on the screen, fascinated in spite of himself, and then quickly got a grip. This was the danger, that she could figure out what he needed to hear—that was the hook. And she was very good—however she arrived at her conclusions, or maybe it was in the delivery, she made him want to believe.

      EJ decided the moment was right to push things a little further.

      EJB: It feels good to talk with someone who understands. Who can see the things I need, what’s inside.

      CHARLEY: We all need that.

      EJB: True, but I feel like we have a…connection. You have somehow managed to see things about me that even my closest friends don’t know.

      Charlotte sat back, looking warily at the words EJB typed in, unsure how to respond. It seemed like he was reading her mind, mirroring her thoughts. She’d been purposely trying to keep things less sexual tonight, concentrating on his deeper needs, his emotional situation, but even so, she still had this in credible feeling of electricity just talking to him. And apparently he felt it, too.

      She knew it was breaking her own set of professional rules, but she followed her heart.

      CHARLEY: I know. I’ve felt it, too. But it’s not right for me to get personally involved with a client…

      EJB: How could this not be personal? Everything we’ve shared has been personal. Intimate.

      CHARLEY: I’ve just never had this happen before. It’s very powerful.

      Yeah, right. EJ rolled his eyes, ignoring his own increased heartbeat, telling himself it was just excitement at setting the trap while he tapped at the keys, playing out the conversation.

      EJB: Me, either. But I feel like the change that the cards say is coming into my life is…you. Maybe the risk I’m supposed to take involves you.

      CHARLEY:

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