Wait. There were two other attractive women in his way, both brightly dressed, better styled, and telegraphing “available” with every cell in their bodies. They were roses, and in my current getup, I was a daisy. He should’ve looked right over me. He was staring at me like he knew who I was. Like I was a target. My brain took a quarter of a second to process that fact before spitting back a cold rush of alarm. Stay or go? I wasted another precious second trying to listen to my instincts and my magic. My gut feelings were almost always right. Here I was in public. There were people in this
...more
