Page 22 of Charming the Cowboy
“I’ll get the wagon down, and I’ll let you know when it’s decorating time.”
“Sure,” she said, hoping she sounded breezy, and not breathless.
She picked up her tarot deck and got ready to put it back in the box when there was a knock at the door again.
Clutching the deck, she opened up the door.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
“That was quick.”
“With the correct machinery, things go a lot faster.”
There was a vibrator joke in there somewhere, but she decided not to make it, because things were already weird.
Well, they were weird to her. He, apparently, didn’t remember that night. Didn’t remember something that had become a seminal event in her mind.
“I’m just cleaning up.”
“Your store always looks clean.”
“Organized chaos. At least, I do my best.”
“It doesn’t feel chaotic.”
He was being nice enough to her that it made her wonder if he had sensed a bit of the awkwardness, or her woundedness after that whole situation yesterday.
“Do you want me to pull a card for you?”
He had dumped her into a bad space, and part of her wanted, really badly, to make him uncomfortable back.
He narrowed his gaze. “I don’t go in for that kind of thing.”
“Do you have something against it?”
“No.”
“Well, then, aren’t you curious? I thought you were a little more inquisitive than that.”
He looked offended by that. “I’m perfectly inquisitive.”
“No, you aren’t. You decide that you think something is dumb, and then you just cling to the fact that it’s dumb.”
“I didn’t say it was dumb.”
“What do you think it is?”
“Eliana,” he said. “I did not say it was dumb.”
She shrugged.
“Great. Do me a… a reading. Go ahead.”
She began to shuffle the cards in her hand. “Okay. But you need to correct your energy.”
“Correct my energy?”
