She turned to Riley and extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Bella.” Riley blew out a sigh through her teeth. “We’ve met. On several occasions. I’m Riley.” There was no glimmer of recognition in Bella’s wide, cartoonlike eyes. “Riley Thorn. The psychic. You came to my house for a séance? I made sure you didn’t get blown up at Channel 50 this summer? You slept with my ex-husband while we were still married?” Bella’s lashes fluttered, and she tapped a finger to her chin. “Hmm, nope. Not ringing a bell. But don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll be good friends in no time.” “Bella has female face blindness,” the
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