"She's not even standing near the guy."
"Trust me." I tap the side of my nose. "She likes him."
"Tapping your nose like a weirdo doesn't make you psychic." He softly bumps against me. "Moving on." He tips his head toward Doyle. "Have you had a chance to gloat yet?"
"I rub my non-flinching excellence in his face every time I see him."
Culver grins. "That's my girl."
But I don't want to be thinking about Doyle. I'm keen to work on my newly discovered yet also incredibly potent and highly accurate psychic love powers.
My eyes land on Beth. Scanning the room, I spot Milo, gathered with a few of his Swifts teammates, looking grouchy like always.
"What are your thoughts on Beth and Milo?" I ask, rhythmically floating my hands in front of myself.
"What are you doing with your hands?"
"Channeling my inner love psychic goddess to see if I pick up on any vibes between them."
"Let me save you the trouble. Nothing is going to happen there."
"Is Milo single?"
"Yeah."
"So is Beth."
"I hope that's not the full extent of your psychic powers." Culver glances over at his teammates. "Milo's a great guy, but it takes him time to warm up to someone. And he's very…intense."
"Has he told you why he's been coming to Comfort Bay?"
"He's been coming to Comfort Bay?"
"You didn't know?"
"Apart from that one time for karaoke, no."
"I've seen him walking past the shop a few times with Willow."
"Willow Wilkins, the realtor?"
"Yeah. I figured he might be looking to buy a place in the area."
"Hasn't mentioned anything to me."
"Beth keeps seeing him, too, and she fills our WhatsApp message thread going on and on about how much she hates it."
"Isn't hate the opposite of love?"
"Oh, sweet, innocent, Culver. You really have no idea, do you?"
"No. I really have no idea what's going on right now." He chuckles, eying me with an amused warmth. "I've only met Beth a few times. She scares me."
I giggle. "Why?"
"I don't know. She seems scarily smart."
"Like she can mow you down with one pointed barb?"