Page 110 of Flirty Fall Fling

“I wish I could show you,” I say, just as a few people walk past the car. “Can I be honest?”

“Always.”

“I’m scared.” It comes out weak. “Not because of the cameras. Or people learning I’m a witch.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not ready for us to end.”

His thumb moves across my knuckles, and he smiles. “You said us.”

My heart does that flutter thing, and I chew on the inside of my cheek. “I did.”

“I fucking loved it.”

I give him a look and shake my head. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“I promised the truth.”

That sentence shuts me up.

He lifts my hand and presses his mouth to it. “I don’t want to waste any of the time we have left.”

I believe him.

I’ve spent my adult life reading other people’s futures while doubting everything I’ve pulled about mine.

My phone dings.

Winter

So, you might not want to come into the shop today or for the rest of the week. Just went for a coffee, and there’s a line wrapped around the block. I asked them what was going on, and, well, they’re looking for you.

I show him the screen.

“It’s your decision,” he says.

I return to the conversation.

Blaire

Okay. Please schedule readings for a future time.

Winter

I know you’ve been busy, but don’t forget, we have three new part-time employees starting tomorrow.

Blaire

Shit.

Winter

I’ve got you. I’ll train them and teach them your particular witchy ways.

Blaire

I’m just very concerned because it’s the busiest time of the year.