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"I'm a doctor," Paige told me with a serious expression, as if I didn't already know this.
"Yep, time to go," I said, standing.
"Okay, but we're seeing the psychic on the way home," April said cheerfully, helping Paige to her feet.
Paige clapped her hands together and cheered at this.
"No, we are not." Seeing a drunken psychic could in no way assist me in relieving myself of singletude. The best bet was to keep on carrying on, living vicariously through my happily coupled-up friends. They were married to two very hot brothers, Callan and Cormac. And I wasn't jealous. I wasn't.
Dammit. I was.
Paige's legs turned to jelly when I said no, and April staggered, trying to hold her up. "Say yes," Paige said.
"Are you seriously throwing a tantrum right now?" I asked her.
"I'll walk if you say yes," she told me, grinning, still doing her best to slump to the ground.
April was struggling to hold up her sister-in-law. "Could you just say yes until we get to the car, at least?"
"We have to really go," Paige insisted, nearly pulling April to the floor.
People were beginning to look our way, and Wade had come around the bar. "You ladies need some help here? Paige, you okay?"
"It's a sit in," Paige told him.
"Well, you're about to sit in a puddle of beer, darlin'," he told her, lifting her back to her feet with a strong arm around the opposite side from April.
"She can walk, but is refusing until she gets what she wants," I told him.
His eyebrows rose, but he didn't ask.
"I learned from the best," Paige told us. "Maddie can stage one hell of a fit to get her way." Maddie was Cormac's youngest daughter, Paige's stepdaughter.
"That's some pretty heavy ammo," Wade said. "What's she demanding?"
"We're going to see the Center County psychic," April told him. "For Drea."
"And Paige doesn't want to?" Paige was still dangling between Wade and April, looking perfectly content as the interest around the bar in our situation faded.
"No, she does want to," I explained. "But I don't."
"I hear she's pretty good," Wade said. "When she's not slurring. And even then, she's usually right. Or she might be. Hard to say when she's unintelligible."
"It's late. She'll probably be drunk," I pointed out.
"I heard she quit drinking, actually," Wade said.
"You are not helping," I told him.
He shrugged. "Let's get this party outside and maybe we can toss a coin or something to get it all settled."
"Yay!" Paige called loudly. "Heads, we go. Tails, Drea goes alone."
"No way," I muttered.
When Paige was finally settled in the back seat of my car, and we'd waved goodbye to Wade, April turned to me over the center console. I could feel her eyes on me, even as I started up the engine in the dark.
"How could it hurt?" she asked. "You want to meet someone. Maybe she can just give you a little nudge in the right direction.”
