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“Same,” I mutter.
Harper bursts into laughter. “I can’t predict penis sizes.”
Then it grows silent again. Oliver stops working on my eyes and instructs me to open them. When I do, Harper stares at me, but her eyes are unfocused.
“You’re scared,” she says. “But you’ll say yes and it will be the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you. You’re his queen, the only woman who can sit beside him, not only as his wife, but as his equal. You’ve been waiting for confirmation that he’s the man in your dreams. He is and always has been. Twin flames. Mirrored souls.”
I glance at Oliver and his eyes are wide. This prophecy isn’t forhim, it’s forme. Now I’m freaked the fuck out. I never told her about my dreams. Did Zane?
“Sweetie,” Oliver says, taking a step forward, and places his hand on Harper’s shoulder. She focuses back on him, smiling like nothing happened. “You good?”
She studies him. “I can’t tell you if his dick is huge. Sorry!”
Oliver looks at me. We both heard what she said, but Harper has no recollection.
“Do you know about Mr. Dreamy?” I finally ask.
“No. Is he hot?” She shakes her head, confused.
I rub away the chill bumps that form on my arms.
Harper glances between Oliver and me. “I said more, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” we whisper in unison.
“Shit. I really need a vacation,” she sighs, as if this is normal.
Chapter 27
Zane
Idon’t like the idea of showing up to Weston’s party without Autumn, but my sister insists we meet there. When Harper gets like this, it’s easier to go with the flow than to argue. Her intuition is never wrong, so this time I’m trusting her even though I’m an anxious mess.
The event started and I haven’t left for Weston’s because I know Autumn won’t arrive until thirty minutes after it starts. I’m trying to bide my time because as soon as I walk into that room, my old friends will bombard me with questions; ones I’m not sure I’m ready to answer yet.
Celine isolated me from those who meant anything to me. It was slow at first and then one day I realized I had no one else in my life but her. My family, my friends, I’d cut off everyone. Depression took hold and she had me exactly where she wanted me—a shell of myself.
While I have some extra time, I stroll through the penthouse. I see a small Moleskine notebook on the bedside table. I stare at it, curious as to what’s inside, wishing I could see straight through the cover and read what’s on the pages. But I leave it in place.
Harper
We’ll be there soon. Are you at Weston’s?
Zane
Almost. Are you sure you’re not coming?
Harper
Nah. I’ve got some things to take care of.
Zane
Is there something you’re not telling me?
Harper
You need to arrive alone without a safety net. It’s your first time in a public setting since the breakup.
