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“No, not that.” She didn’t want to pull out of this hug, but she had to because she needed to tell Abby something she thought might be important. “There were books in the box, Abs. Three of them. One was an old romance novel that looked totally out of place, but the other two were interesting. With everything going on, I just put one of them in the display and didn’t even bother putting a price on it. I was going to look them up to see if they were worth anything, but I forgot. The other one was weird, though.”

“Okay. So?”

“You said that Cheryl and Diana put their list into a book?”

“Yeah, they wrote it. Why?”

“I think I have it,” she replied. “I think it’s at my shop, in a box of things I still have to deal with.”

CHAPTER 34

“Excuse me. Just what do you think you’re doing? That store is closed,” a woman, who looked to be in her sixties or so, said when Quinn fumbled with her keys.

“She owns it,” Abby said, pointing at Quinn.

“Yeah. I’m the Jordan ofJordan Antiques.”

“How do I know that for sure? I should call the police.” The woman squinted at them.

“Do you want to see my driver’s license?”

“Uh… Quinn, you could try unlocking the door,” Abby suggested.

“Oh,” Quinn let out before she put the key in the lock, turned it, and the door opened. “See?”

“Fine. But I’ve got my eye on you two.”

“Great. Have fun with that,” Abby said as she gently pushed Quinn inside and closed the door behind them.

“What wasthatabout?” Quinn asked her.

“We must look like the wrong sort to her,” she teased before she locked the door.

“But… I’m wearing a blazer.” Quinn looked down at herself in confusion.

Abby chuckled at that and thought Quinn was being totally adorable.

“Babe, where’s that book?”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me that,” Quinn noted and motioned for her to join her in the back.

“It just slips out now.”

“But I know it’s you saying it and not them,” Quinn replied as she took a box from the floor and placed it on her pack-and-ship counter.

“How?”

“Because true or false: you haven’t had any visions of anyone after Diana and Cheryl.”

“True.”

“Which probably means we’re the next version after them. That means they lived long lives, which is great, but ‘babe’ wasn’t exactly a common term to call someone up until recently, so that’s all you there, Abs.”

“Do you really think so?” Abby asked.

She moved to stand next to Quinn, who pulled a few random items out of the box.

“Yeah, it’s you for sure.”