“Worse than your eighty-year-old neighbor dressing up like a mime to follow you around?”
“I find out all of thisafteranother vision of him holding a little girl with dimples like his.”
“Uh-oh. You had a daddy vision about Nick?” Jasmine said.
Riley nodded with her straw in her mouth. “Yup. And let me tell you, he is a stupidly hot dad.”
“Was it your kid?”
She shrugged and knocked a bottle of makeup remover to the floor. “Dunno. I just saw Nick and Dimple Kid and backed away. I’m not ready to think about serious stuff like that. We just started dating.”
“You guys are living together,” Jasmine pointed out. “It’s already serious.”
“Yeah, but what if I’m seeing him with someone else’s kid? What if he dumps me for someone else to make beautiful babies? Or what if I’m dead and he makes babies with someone else? Or what if Dimple Kid is my Dimple Kid, which means I forgave Nick for being a complete and total overprotective idiot?”
“This requires more alcohol,” Jasmine decided.
“Agreed. Maybe we should go out? I have double vision, but both of me look really good,” Riley said, studying herself in the mirror.
“Of course both of you do! Because you’re both beautiful,” Jasmine insisted.
“Let’s go to the Millworks. We can be beautiful in the beer garden.”
“Oooh. They have those really good deviled eggs.”
“What should we wear for the deviled eggs?” Riley asked.
This time Jasmine’s phone rang.
Riley peered at the screen. “That’s Nick’s number. Now he’s stalking you.”
Jasmine set her margarita down with a snap and grabbed her phone. She stabbed at the speaker button. “Listen to me, Nicholas Santiago. You owe my friend a big apology and some serious groveling.”
Riley gave her a double thumbs-up.
“Jasmine, let me talk to—”
“No! I am Ms. Thorn’s attorney, and you will talk tome. You were an asshole to my friend and client.”
“Jasmine—”
“I hear you talking. I do not hear you listening.”
“I love it when you’re mean,” Riley whispered.
“Fine. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to think about how Riley felt today when she found her blue-haired neighbor—”
“Purple,” Riley interrupted.
“What?” Jasmine looked at her.
“Mrs. Penny’s hair is purple.”
“Riley, if you can hear me—”
“Shut up, Nick!” Riley and Jasmine shouted together.
