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Seeing things coming was my job, after all.
That’s me, fortune teller extraordinaire, renowned throughout New Hopewell, the most haunted town in Texas, according to Travel and Leisure magazine, and a complete and total fake.
One whiff of Aunt Tilly and the feel of her strong and wiry arms around my chest, and I feel like everything’s going to be okay.
I’m not even mad. I’m impressed. And a little terrified.
“And I need you to get rid of the ghosts.” She says it so matter-of-factly that it takes me a minute to process the absurdity of her words.
Aunt Tilly thinks he’s good-looking enough to be deceiving, then his face is probably just as fine as the rest of him.
I cut myself off, stopping myself from saying the words that I’ve kept inside for a couple of years. Trying to keep afloat.
“Maybe you’ve done more growing up than I give you credit for.”
I follow it up and up, all the way to the third-story attic, where something stirs in the window. I swallow hard, ignoring the cold chill of fear that grips me right between my shoulder blades.
“You can’t blame her for acting like a cat,”
I start to take her hand, relieved to hear she’s not getting married… I mean, uh, that she’s not here for a wild weekend designed to drive me insane.
Visions of Tara skinny-dipping in my pond are the last thing I need to be thinking about as I storm back to my house.
I’m allowed to talk to myself after the freak show of a day I’ve had.
Unsettled by a haunted sex toy. Yes. Absolutely.
Anthropomorphizing monster dildos seems like a slippery slope. Better to not look at them at all.
“For someone who sells the same shit in her burnt-down shop, you sure sound judgy. At least I’m not trying to make money off a craft I don’t even believe.”
Mist curls around the woman, and when I blink, she’s gone. Gone.
“What in the cottagecore fuck was that bitch wearing?”
God. I am not only an impostor of the highest order, but I am also a shitty friend.
Her bare legs are summer tan, and the garment falls just long enough to cover her ass and just short enough to have me thinking about her ass.
shirt that ugly shouldn’t have me imagining her pussy palace, and yet, here I am, imagining it.
She laughs. It’s an adorable sound. Her nose scrunches as she watches me watch her.
I immediately regret saying her name. I won’t be able to get the taste of it out of my mouth.
I chug the coffee, like I can physically burn the image of her round ass out of my brain by scalding my throat.
I mean, I mostly make this stuff up, but she doesn’t have to be downright rude. It’s disrespectful.
What a charmer. He might even give Ward a run for his rude money. Ward’s a hell of a lot cuter, though.
Fortune telling with a side of bitchiness could be my new motto.
Ward Carlisle stands in front of me, dressed in a snug T-shirt and jeans, looking more at home among the magical autumn décor than he has anywhere else. Mouthwatering.
When she rises up onto her tiptoes, I don’t hesitate. And when our lips meet, I forget how to breathe.
I’m kissing Ward Carlisle. I’m making out with him in public. Oh my god, he’s a great kisser.
Then I’m too busy shuffling cards and reading people to think too hard about Ward Carlisle. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think about him… in fact, my mouth still seems to be tingling from that kiss.
Nothing I did was ever good enough for her, though.
Tara: We were at the same shop, and we reached for the same set of butt plugs at the same time. It was love at first anal encounter
What can I wear today that will make Ward smile?
For whatever stupid reason, I want to impress one person in particular.
my heart skips a beat as Ward gets out of the driver’s seat, looking absolutely delicious in a green and navy plaid flannel. He’s rolled the sleeves up, showing up tanned and muscled forearms, and he moves with an athletic grace, opening up the umbrella as he saunters across the walk and to the front door.
he is fall boyfriend of the year
“Tara,” Ward rumbles as I open the door. God, I like the way he says my name. Like he’s savoring it. “You look beautiful.”
I want him to think I’m beautiful. I want him to laugh at me; I want him to like him. I might be developing a little crush on Ward Carlisle.
Driving into downtown New Hopewell with Tara in the seat next to me should be against the law, because I’m completely distracted by her.
swallow, glancing sidelong at her. She knows I’m into her? She knows I want to know all the things she likes so I can surprise her with them?
I think I’d have a hard time resisting you dripping wet in my garden. I like it.” Her eyes grow wide with surprise, and I realize what I’ve said a moment too late.
God, I want to taste her lips again. I want more than what we already did.
She tastes like fall, somehow. Like the promise of rain and cooler weather. Like mist curling around pine trees. Like black cats and magic.
i melted. completely melted
It makes him sound like he’s… actually my boyfriend.
