Feeling my face heat, I shake my head. “Nope. I’m single.”
“For forever,” Logan adds. “Like me.”
“That’s right,” I say. “We’re not planning to ever…you know, commit to anyone.”
“Huh.” Bailey stares at her cards and then shuts her eyes for a moment before opening them and looking at me. “That’s weird because I keep getting a vibe like you alreadyarein a relationship.”
Blake points his beer bottle at Logan. “This guy would be her ‘non-boyfriend.’ Right here.”
Logan flips Blake off, his eyes never leaving mine. And I want to disappear into the ground. My cheeks burn with embarrassment. This tarot reading was a terrible idea.
But Bailey is unfazed. “Well, if you’re not in one now, you’re definitely going to be.”
“No,” I say, almost in a panicked tone.
Logan’s expression softens. “It’s okay,” he says so quietly only Blake and I can hear him from our seats. “It’s just a silly reading.”
“Not right away,” Bailey clarifies. “More like in a year or so. That’s just a rough estimate. Could be a little longer, a little shorter.”
“That’s impossible,” I murmur.
Underneath the table, a warm hand lands on my knee.
I swallow as Logan rubs small circles over my bare skin.
And I will myself to relax. It will be okay. No way can that tarot reading be right.
No way.
