Page 148 of Fall I Want
My mouth parts. “That makes a lot of sense. Face your fears.”
“Wow, that’s deep.” She shrugs. “And if it doesn’t work, I’ll be your Ghostbuster.”
Immediately, I relax because it’s another solved piece of the prophecy puzzle. Harper predicted Autumn down to this very moment.
Your dream life begins when you face your fears. Don’t hesitate. It will finally be over, and you can move on with your beautiful life with your wife. It all happens in Cozy Hollow.
It wasn’t only facing Hollow Manor, but everyone from my past who will be here tonight.
“You promise you’re okay?” she asks, studying me.
“With all my heart. I had an epiphany, that’s all.”
I hold her chin between my fingers, painting our lips together.
“It’s the look,” she says. “The one on your face right now. It’s the prophecy, isn’t it?”
“Autumn.”
“It is.” She grins. “I triggered something. Don’t worry, I won’t ask. But will you tell me after it’s done?”
“Yes.” I steal another kiss. “It’s for us.”
She grins up at me with hooded eyes. “Going to grab a seat now. You need to see your dad.”
“No.” I pull her to me.
“I’ll be fine,” she says as Billie walks past us.
“Hi, you two. How’s married life?” She looks like Audrey Hepburn in that dress.
“Perfect,” Autumn says, and I’m tempted to kiss her again.
“Zero complaints.”
“Harper was right. You are grossly adorable.”
I laugh. “Thanks. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“Go,” Autumn says, shooing me away. “It will be less than an hour. We’ll survive.”
“I’ll take care of her,” Billie confirms with a nod, and I trust her as much as I trust my sister.
“Have you seen Harper?”
Billie shakes her head. “Not yet. What about Nicolas?”
Hearing my old best friend’s name makes me grow cold. I’ve avoided hearing or saying it for weeks. “No. We only just arrived.”
Autumn pulls me in for the kiss I was tempted to steal minutes earlier.
“See you soon,” I mutter before pulling away, giving one last nod to Billie. The two of them stroll down the hallway with dressing rooms. I twist the knob of the one marked GROOM. Inside, my dad is chatting with Frederick Calloway. They’ve been old friends for as long as I can remember and our families used to vacation together. It’s why he’s the only other man standing with my father today.
“Zane. My fourth son,” Frederick says, and I give him a firm handshake.
“Hi, Mr. Calloway.”
“Always polite. Congratulations on marrying the love of your life. It’s a big deal with the right person. Trust me on that one. Divorce sucks,” he says. Years ago, he divorced and traded in his old wife for a new one, a model. They recently had a child. I believe their son, Connor, is almost three now.
