She hummed to herself, then smacked her hands together again. “I know. Had you, you know”—she wiggled what was left of her eyebrows—“had relations?”
“Gran!” I yelled, shocked that she’d go there.
“What? It’s perfectly natural, Kingston. You’re a grown man. You’re consenting adults.”
Snickering, Sky shook his head. “No, but we were sleeping next to each other.”
“Clothed,” I added.
She pursed her lips. “Well, that shouldn’t have been enough.”
“Could the birthmarks on our thighs have anything to do with it?” he asked, turning a little pink. Probably due to their location.
A slow smile spread across Pops’ face as he looked between us. “You do both have the mark. I knew it.” He smacked the table. I had to say, his form was much clearer than I was used to. He didn’t even look—dead.
“Yep,” Sky said. “And they’re both in the same spot.”
Gran smirked.Ugh. She really was a piece of work today. She knew exactly where mine was even though she hadn’t seen mine since I was old enough to dress myself.
Ignoring her for the moment, I asked Pops, “So what does that mean?”
“Fate. My boy. You two are soul mates,” Gran said with a soft, dreamy look in her eyes.
The fuck?!
Chapter
Nineteen
Skylar
Soul mates.Wow. I had a soul mate. Who knew they existed? I wasn’t even sure I believed I’d ever even fall in love until I first laid eyes on Kingston. But now I knew why. How awful would it have been if I’d been in a long-term loving relationship, only to meet him and been struck by an undeniable pull? One that had been predestined for me.
I smiled, and King groaned. “Of all the things they said over breakfast, you’re still stuck on the soul mate thing, aren’t you?”
Grinning, I nodded happily. “You have to admit, it’s pretty cool.”
King squeezed my hand, then let go as we walked into Witch’s Brew. I wondered if Gran had ever been here. Probably not since I didn’t think she’d even left the house at all since I’d moved to this little beachside town.
“I’m going to bring Gran here.”
King stopped in his tracks with wide eyes. “Uh, I’m not sure that’s a wise idea.”
“Because the town thinks she’s a little eccentric?” I asked curiously.
“Sky, they don’t just think she’s a little eccentric, they all think she’s?—”
“I’m sorry. Excuse me,” Carli called out from behind the counter.
Turning toward my new friend, I waved. “We’ll be right over.” Lucky for us, we’d hit my favorite time again. That sweet spot where I basically had the wives to myself. Getting to know them had been fun, and I thought their little coffee shop would be a great place for Gran to be out and still comfortable. I nodded to myself. “Yes, Elyse and I will bring her here.”
King sighed, sounding exasperated. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
Pleased with my decision, I dragged my new—boyfriend? soul mate? Dreamwalker? hook-up?—to the counter. A big grin spread on Carli’s face as she took King in.
Aw…she was happy for me.
“Hello.” She thrust out her hand in King’s direction. “You’re Kingston Porter, right? Rosie Porter’s grandson?” His big hand swallowed hers, and she laid her other one over the top, shaking aggressively. “Oh my goddess, it is you. I was so hoping I’d get the honor of meeting you one day.”
