Page 80 of Fall I Want
He holds up his hand. “Okay, you can stop now.”
“The only reason I am is because I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your future wife,” she admits. “But during your wedding reception, I want you both to tell everyone at the toast that I predicted it, okay?”
Zane playfully rolls his eyes.
“You’ll tie the knot before the end of the year,” she adds. “I’ll bet either of you.”
“Confidence runs in the family?” I ask Zane.
“You have no idea.” He brings me closer to him. My stomach growls loud enough for him to hear. “Hungry?”
I feel the carved ridges of his muscles through the T-shirt, and his breath grows ragged. “Starving.”
“Now I feel bad for showing up unannounced. I messed up the morning after.”
“No, no. It’s not like that at all, trust me. No lines have been crossed.” He glances at me, and I know the wordyethangs on the tip of his tongue. It pops into my mind like a whisper.
“Regardless,” she says, grabbing her designer handbag from the counter. “I think I’ll give you two some privacy and head to the resort. Can we meet for dinner later?”
I smile with a nod and Zane agrees, but only after I did.
“Great. I’ll see you both tonight.” Just like that, Harper wiggles her fingers then walks out the front door with her purse over her shoulder. “See you later, lovebirds.”
When the door clicks closed, he lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know she was coming.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s your birthday. You should hang out with your sister, even if she has jokes.”
“About that,” he says. “She wasn’t kidding.”
“Wait, shereallybelieves we’re getting married? Is she psychic or something?”
“Clairvoyant is the official term. I’ve seen it in action. The things she has predicted in my life are creepy.”
“Like what?”
“Meeting you.”
A chill runs over my arms.
“Right down to the detail of me forcing you to be my friend.”
“What?” I study him. “What else happens?”
He smiles and shrugs. “I can’t tell you. Unfortunately, you’ll have to get your own prediction from her. It’s just how it works.”
I take a step forward and he places his hand against the small of my back. My face softens. “Do we end up together?”
“Yes. We get our happily ever after,” he whispers, swallowing hard.
Between my dreams about him and his sister’s premonition, I’m slightly freaked out. What if there is something deeper at play here?
“You believe her,” he says. “I can see it on your face.”
“What if it’s fate? Two people shouldn’t fuck around with that.”
“How about we just take it one day at a time and see what happens?”
“Okay,” I say, needing a distraction because I’m too lost in my head replaying the invisible string that has forced us together this past month. There are too many unexplainable things that have happened between us.
