Page 71 of When to Call a Blitz

“Amara!” I softly hit her arm.

Mila doesn’t miss a beat. “She was going on and on about pulling the three of swordsandthe ace of cups last night.”

Amara looks between us. “What does that mean?”

“It can mean a million different things.” I hit my head against the back of the couch. “None of which really help me.”

“Did you ask about Emmett in particular?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You know I have a rule against that.” In my belief that no one should be forced into any belief, I don’t do readings without someone’s permission. I can ask questions about myself and my own life all day and night, but I’m not going to dive into Emmett’s life without him knowing or consenting.

Because more often than not, I’m right.

Unfortunately this has been learned through experience. Whether it was my high school boyfriend I had for a month cheating on me or learning about my shitty boss’s affair before it came out a couple months later at my firstbig girljob, taking a peek at people’s lives isn’t something I wish to continue.

Because what if I learned something heart breaking? What if I learned that he’s literally never going to settle down? I’d much rather assume and just simply move on with my life myself.

Ding!

The notification scares me, sending the phone nearly flying out of my hands and into Amara’s face.

“He sent you a message?” Her eyes are wide as she grabs for the device, turning it toward her in my hands.

Connor

“You look cold, let me warm you up.”

Amara is silent, processing it. After a moment, she finally says, “That’s the dumbest line I’ve ever heard.”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Iama little cold.”

“Bitch no you’re not. You were just complaining about it being weirdly hot in here.”

Ignoring her, I start to respond.

You may be right. What do you suggest?

The three dots appear instantly and I can feel my heart pound.

I haven’t flirted with anyone but Emmett in a long time.

A nice drink to warm you up, and a nice, heavy blanket.

You have all those things?

I may.

I’m intrigued.

Is this a date?

I think it may have to be. When and where?

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Amara rolls her eyes.

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