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Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for the tall, dark, and devilish type. The more red flags and pitchforks they’re waving, the better.
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If there’s one thing I really hate, it’s when someone underestimates my intelligence. Especially when that someone is male and inconveniently hot.
“Hey, Miss Congeniality,” said an amused voice from behind me. “You got a restroom I can use? My bladder’s about to explode and soak us both in Red Bull and vodka.”
A new line of ink, bold, fresh, and burning white-hot like a brand, had appeared on the inside of my wrist. It was her name. And I knew without a doubt that this woman who walked out of my dreams and into my shop on a rainy October night was always meant to show up. Because, somehow, she was part of the curse too.
It’s a time-tested truth that the best-looking men are always the absolute worst.
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Oh, except for the fun fact that any woman who fell in love with a Rousseau man was doomed to a tragic death. So that was perfect. Nothing says “great idea” like falling for a man who might be my own personal grim reaper.
She tasted like sweet dreams and bad decisions. And I was already in too deep.
“You don’t know me, but I’m as stubborn as a drunk goat on a narrow bridge.”
“What’s with the drunk goats? You spend a lot of time around alcoholic farm animals?”
“Cut me some slack! This is the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me. Which is saying something, considering I once accidentally joined a cult because they had really good tacos.”
“I’m obsessed with tacos. My therapist says it’s not really about tacos, it’s about unresolved childhood trauma and the tacos are just like a placeholder or something, a stand-in for my real emotional issues, which I think is just silly because anyone who’s ever had good carnitas will tell you that they’re the opposite of traumatic, they’re basically heaven on a plate, but she’s the one with all the expensive degrees. Anyway, the point is—”
The only thing worse than a smart-ass woman was a smart-ass woman who was right.
Great. The faceless corpse is pointing at me like I won a prize. Hope it’s not demonic possession.
Men got so emotional when they couldn’t be in control of everything.
“And you’re lucky I’m not a man who minds sass.” “Mind it? Are you kidding me? You love it, Sunshine. Now shut your pretty mouth and make me forget I don’t like you.”
It figured I’d fall for a witch. My taste in women always ran toward the feral ones.
