“That girl came on to me when I left the restroom!” Dave insists. “I didn’t touch her!”
Logan and I catch eyes, and he shakes his head at me like he knows what I’m thinking. And he’d be right—I think Ginny can do better than Dave. I have for a while. And Logan agrees with me. But we try to support them as best we can.
Chase’s phone rings. “That’s Bailey, the tarot reader I told you about.”
“Facetime her!” Ginny says, her cheeks pink from the alcohol and possibly anger at her significant other, who’s currently rubbing her leg even as she keeps slapping his hand away. “Ask her if she’ll do a tarot reading for me, please. I desperately need guidance.”
Five minutes later, Bailey has “met” everyone and also kindly agreed to read for Ginny.
She flips through her tarot cards as we all stare at Chase’s phone screen. Bailey’s auburn hair is worn loose, and her gray eyes are bright even through the screen.
“Okay,” Bailey says to Ginny. “I’m getting some time in the next year, you will receive a surprise that will knock you on your ass. Nothing dangerous, or anything like that, but definitely unplanned.”
Ginny gasps and then begs her to read for me.
“Oh, that’s okay,” I assure her.
“This is fun for me,” Bailey insists. “I’d be happy to if you’d like.”
I agree, and she pulls my cards.
“So you’re in a relationship, yes?” she asks me.
Everyone but Logan and me laugh.
“No,” I say with a glare at all of them. “I’m not.”
Bailey scrunches up her nose. “I’m getting the relationship card very strongly. Romantic relationship.”
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 already are in 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.
