“So you can tell me my fortune?” I ask as we exit the restaurant.
“Maybe,” she hedges, but I see the smile she tries to hide.
“I’ve never met anyone who uses tarot cards before.” Reaching down, I take her hand as we walk down Main Street toward her car.
It’s late, and we were at the restaurant long enough for the stars to come out. I’d gotten a text from Apollo at dinner telling me he was eating with Jaxson and would be home late. Then Ariana got one from her daughter Celeste saying she’d grabbed food on the way home and was watching a movie.
When her hand is in mine, it feels like we’ve done this for a long time. It’s natural and easy with Ariana, and I’ve never felt so pulled into a woman before.
With Apollo’s mother it was a drunken one-night stand, and I didn’t even know her befor
