“That was Mrs. Penny’s fault. And maybe a little bit of Burt. Apparently, he jumped the counter at the taco place and tackled a pho customer. I’m pretty sure it was Mrs. Penny who pulled the fire alarm.”
“Can’t take them anywhere.”
She shifted in her seat to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “I’ll sit down with Gabe tonight and try to get something out of my spirit guides,” she offered. She’d been putting a lot of psychic energy into Kellen’s case and doing nothing but holding babies and filing paperwork for Nick. “Worst case scenario, we ask my grandmother.”
“Speaking of psychic stuff, what kind of vision did you get at Cindy’s place?” he asked.
Riley choked on her beer. She didn’t really think he was prepared for what she’d seen…again. The first time she’d had the flash of Nick Santiago holding a little girl with his dimples, she’d chalked it up to insanity. This time around? Well, she had no more excuses. She was seeing the future. Nick’s future. And she didn’t know if she was part of it.
“Ah, crap. You didn’t see me die again, did you? Am I going to have to duct tape you to the bed to keep you from running off and trying to save my life?”
“No! I saw…something else.”
“What?”
She blew out a breath. “I saw you in the future holding a baby with dimples.”
It was Nick’s turn to choke on his beer.
Other patrons were starting to look at them.
She handed him a napkin. “You’re the one who asked.”
“Lots of babies have dimples,” he pointed out.
She shook her head. “Not Santiago dimples.”
He wiped a hand over his nice new shirt. “Huh. Okay. How do you feel about kids?”
“Me?”
“No, the lady in the straw hat behind you. Yes, you, Thorn.”
“I guess I like kids.”
“Okay. Me too.”
“Have you ever thought about having kids?” she pressed.
He shook his head. “Not until you were juggling Maxine with the naughty vocabulary.”
Riley felt her face flush. She’d managed to convince herself she’d imagined reading Nick’s mind at the kitchen table. “So, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying you’re the kind of girl who makes a guy start thinking about the future.”
“I need another beer,” she decided.
He grinned. “Relax, Thorn. We don’t have to map out the next twenty years of our lives right now.”
“But a family is on the table? With me,” she clarified.
“You’re really sexy when you’re freaking out on the inside,” he told her.
“I’m not freaking out. You’re freaking out.”
“I’m sitting in the sun with my incognito girlfriend enjoying a cold beer. There’s nothing to freak out over.”
“Spoken like a guy who thinks diapers magically change themselves.”
