After wiping down my table, I gesture for him to sit across from me while I grab my cards. Once I sit down, he pushes his sweater to his elbows, exposing his brawny tatted forearms that I struggle to tear my gaze from. Logan takes the deck from me; it looks miniature in his massive hands.
“Shuffle and cut the cards,” I instruct. “But while you’re doing it?—”
“I know, I know,” he drawls. “Think of a specific question. Go put your things in the autoclave while I do this.”
Works for me. He smirks while dividing the deck in two as I gather my things and head to the sterile room in the back. The whir of the machine drowns out the swish and slap of shuffling that echoes through the empty shop.
When I return, the cards are stacked neatly in the center of the table. “I shuffled them with extra mysticism.”
I give him a sharp look, and he returns it with his mischievous hazel gaze. “This deck is powerful. It does not enjoy being mocked,” I warn.
He places his hand over his heart. “I wouldn’t dare.”
“What’s your question?”
His expression turns serious. My body leans forward while I await his response. “Will the food I ate for dinner give me heartburn?”
I reach across the table to shove his chest. “Be serious. Did you think of a real question?”
“Yes.” He smiles, seemingly amused with himself. I blink at him. “So . . .?”
“Should Kelly break up with her boyfriend?”
“Logan!”
“That’s what I placed my intent on. I can’t change it.” He folds his arms and nods for me to continue. “Come on, let’s see what your powerful deck has to say.”
I roll my eyes. This isn’t the reading I wanted to do for him. I knew he wasn’t a fan of Jason, but what a waste. This thing with Jason is something, I just know it, and I’m going to let the cards put him in his place. The first lay represents the situation. I place down the Two of Swords, which tells me things are not working out very well. Okay, not a great start. I set the second card horizontally across the first, forming a cross. The second card represents the challenge that’s impacting the first one. Seven of Cups, which means there’s too much wishful thinking going on. I gingerly flip the third card, placing it below the cross. This one represents the foundation of the situation. I draw the Emperor, which means it’s time to make a decision. Be assertive and forge ahead.
I know my decision and feel very solid in it, thank you very much.
“You’re being awfully quiet over there,” Logan comments. “Want to translate what you’re seeing?”
I huff. “It says . . . it says maybe things aren’t as great as they seem and that there’s a decision to make.”
“Does it now?” A slow grin spreads across his face. “What else do the cards have to say?”
I flip the fourth card and lay it to the left of the first two, which tells me how the past is relevant to the situation, and the deck reveals an inverted Judgement.
I swallow. “There’s been a history of trusting people who might be dishonest.” I don’t like this, it feels like I’m being set up.
The fifth card, an inverted Temperance, is placed above the others, representing the present. “Right now there’s a sense of discord. Certain things aren’t fitting together and?—”
“Certain things as inJason and Kellyaren’t fitting together?”
“And,” I continue, “there are areas of distraction and neglect.”
“Is that true?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave, taking on a more sensual tone. “Is he neglecting you, Chaos?”
“No!” He’s giving me shit, but it almost sounded like he was flirting. “In fact, he’sverygenerous. Besides, he’s been texting me all night, I wouldn’t call that neglect.”
“It sure is distracting, though . . .” he mutters. “Can I continue?”
He nods.
Next comes the Page of Cups. “New beginnings are coming . . . trust your intuition and find courage to love again.”
“This is so cool,” he says, sitting back and threading his fingers behind his head.
