“Not sure I wanna go down that path again, Whisper. Didn’t work out so well for me last time.” Matt raises his brows and tilts his head.
“Oh, yes, but this time, I hand-pick love match for you with my detailed skill set and working love juju.”
Nate scoffs out a laugh. “Working love juju?”
Even I try to hold back my laugh. I love Whisper, but some of the crap he dribbles is completely absurd.
“You laugh now, but everything I do ends up bringing the right people together. You see. My love juju work. Mark my word.”
Matt shrugs and turns the MacBook around. “Go on then, pick me my next ten out of ten. And then we can pick someone for Alex,” Matt says.
I scowl and roll my eyes as he grins maniacally at me while Whisper sets off tapping away on the MacBook, and Nate chuckles to himself.
Well, at least Nate is getting some amusement out of this.
“For importance of flow, we must do Alex first,” Whisper specifies but doesn’t elaborate, and I groan. Apparently, Matt is enjoying this because he chuckles.
With reluctance, I move forward, enter my account details, and let Whisper find me the perfect match. I stand back as he scrolls through the profiles, searching for God only knows what.Looking over at Nate, he’s completely disconnected and staring off into the distance.
Sliding up next to Matt, I cuddle into his side. Matt’s fingers gently stroke up and down my arm, and his tender touch soothes my nerves.
“Got it!” Whisper calls out and opens a profile of a guy named Ronan. He’s decent-looking and has red hair, but he’s not got the bad-boy image I’m used to.
“Ronan… you see me falling in love withhim?” I ask Whisper, furrowing my brows in confusion, especially when I read his approval rating is only two and a half stars.
Whisper simply smiles, but when Matt looks at his photo, he winces.
“I believe he will lead you to true love, Alexandria.”
Pursing my lips, I let out a small huff. “He’s Irish,” I state for no real reason other than I don’t have anything else to say.
“Your own moody Irish muse… bet he plays acoustic covers and cries about them in the rain, while drowning in Guinness,” Matt teases, and I roll my eyes while giving him a light punch to his arm.
“Okay, first of all,rude.Second, if he pulls out a guitar and starts whisper-singing at me… I’m out.” I mock. He chuckles with a shrug while the look on Nate’s face indicates this whole thing obviously amuses him. “Fine, but if I’m getting a dud, Matt’s going down with me. I’m picking his next match—no take-backs.” I say.
Whisper pulls the MacBook away from me. “No. Alex, this very important. I must choose wisely. Plus, Matt get two to pick from. His path have two women. It very clear… very,very,clear to me.”
All our eyes open wide as Nate lets out a loud laugh, and Matt’s jaw drops open. I can’t help but scoff. “Wow. I get one guy and he gets a love triangle?Rude.Classic Matt behavior,and if I’m honest, also… kinda slutty.” I point at Matt, grinning. “You’re a total slut, Matt.”
Matt looks at me in silent appreciation that Nate’s actually laughing, which is something we haven’t seen in him for far too long.
“Hey, don’t blame me, I haven’t even done anything, yet. It’s Whisper’s fault. He’s the love juju master. If he wants me to have two women, I can’t deny him that, now can I?”
I glare at Matt as he smiles widely, and Whisper takes the MacBook from me, putting in Matt’s details.
“Well, Whisper, I think I should be allowed to choose one of the women,” I demand, and Whisper furrows his brows, shaking his head.
“No, this is not true path.”
Matt smirks and rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay, I’ll have two women. But I’m fine with letting Alex choose one of them.”
Whisper slumps his shoulders. “Sexy boy, I can or cannot show you way which the tide will change. You will only see it when water swallows you whole,” Whisper states.
I know somehow that’s a warning in his weird Whisper way, but he never comes out and says what the actual problem is or when there is one. And knowing Matt, he won’t take the warning when it’s there. Hell, to be honest, I’m still not sure what the warning is, but I know Whisper enough to know there is one.
“So… you want to go to the beach and watch the tide?” Matt asks, causing Nate to laugh as I chuckle and shake my head.
“No, fuck face, just get on with it,” I drone, and Matt nods with a shrug as Whisper brings up a profile of a woman with red hair. Her name is Madeline, which screams innocence and virtue like he’s after. Her profile pic is just her face, with her lips plump and red, her cheeks full and pert, and her eyes big and green, with full lashes that go on for days. She’s basicallyJessica Rabbitin real life, and even I have a lady boner for her. Matt takes adeep breath and raises an eyebrow as Whisper looks down at her profile and nods as he continues to read it over.
