Page 13 of Ashes of Saints

CHAPTER FOUR

AURORA

“You just walked straight into him?” Chloe asks.

I grin even though my best friend is on speaker. My heart is still pounding an hour after Parker walked me home.

And. Kissed. My. Hand.

Swoon!

“Straight into six foot three of solid muscle. I swear, Chloe, he’s the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.”

“Give me an example. I need details.”

I can almost imagine her chewing her nails. A bad habit she has even though they’re gel.

I plonk down on the sofa and reach for my Tarot cards. Then shuffle. I’m not sure if I believe in these things, but they entertain me. And sometimes freak me out with their accuracy.

“Okay, picture Ian Somerhalder but a lit—”

“Who?” Chloe interrupts.

I frown.

How does she not...ohhhh hold on... “Damon from Vampire Diaries.”

“Oh. Yup. Continue.”

“So, picture Damon with a broader—much broader—chest and with New York billionaire vibes.”

“He’s rich?”

“Oh yes. He had personal security trailing him and I swear he was wearing a kabillion dollar watch on his wrist.”

“You’re a terrible detective. Lots of people have security in this town.”

“I know. But his suit was pretty nice.”

“Could’ve been from Temu.”

I snort.

“It wasn’t, trust me. I felt it.”

Coughing comes through the phone speaker just as I realize how that must’ve sounded. Like I’d felt the guy up in the middle of the street.

It was tempted.

“Sorry, what? When are you going to get to the part where you feel up this hunk's suit?”

I start giggling.

“Not like that. When I plowed into him, my hands grabbed his chest to steady myself.”

I hear her sigh. “Nothing like that ever happens to me. Are you sure he’s single?”

Oh.

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