Seb’s low chuckle sent a rather delicious shiver down my spine. “Priya’s readings do tend to fixate on romance. Last month she told Kit he’d meet a mysterious dark-haired stranger who’d sweep him off his feet.” “And he did!” Priya protested. “He fell down some stairs and a paramedic with black hair helped him up.” Seb’s gaze lingered on me, a hint of mischief playing across his features. “Though I suppose we shouldn’t dismiss Priya’s romantic predictions so quickly. After all…” He stepped closer, and my breath caught. “Her observations about new connections have proven rather accurate lately.”
