“Of course. I’ve actually never read the horoscope section. Now we just need…oh, there he is.”
Wilder jogged down the street toward us.
“Morning.” Leo waved at the alpha. “How was your shift?”
“Fine.”
I rolled my eyes. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
It had been a while since I’d read a physical paper, but I didn’t think it was normal for the horoscopes to take up a full spread.
“I looked it up and I’m a Libra. Seems like a missed opportunity for me to be a Leo, but I guess that’s not how the universe works,” Leo quipped. “What signs are you?”
“Uhh, how do you know?” Wilder asked.
Leo grinned. “It’s based on your birthday.”
The top of the paper had a chart. My January third birthday made me a Capricorn, and Wilder’s November twelfth made him a Scorpio, whatever that meant.
I finally found the appropriate horoscopes.
Horoscopes
Librasun, lover of beauty! How could you ever express your appreciation? The ladies at the Groovy Bookclub need someone to serve them tea and snacks. They’ll appreciate the help (and the view).
Scorpio,feeling like standing strong in your independent spirit today? Well, there’s a one-man job just for you. The gutters at Spring in Your Stitch haven’t been cleaned in a while, and the forecast calls for rain! Get to cleaning.
Capricorn,you’ve always been so ambitious! Today, ignite that same ambition in the town’s youth. The stars urge you to head to the kid’s career day happening at the elementary school. Don’t forget your presentation!
“Huh.” Leo looked up from the paper. “I didn’t expect them to be so…”
“Specific?” I added dryly.
A low chuckle rang through Wilder’s chest, making my jaw drop in shock. This was the first time I’d seen him emote.
“Those omegas are definitely fucking with us,” he said with a grin. “We’ve got our tasks for today. I’m on shift for two days starting tomorrow morning, but I should be able to get away to meet you here at the same time tomorrow.”
Before we could respond, the huge alpha walked away, whistling.
“I guess I’m hosting a book club today,” Leo said, his grin matching Wilder’s. “Hope you have a career day presentation ready.”
I groaned. “Want to trade?” Why couldn’t the universe tell me toclean Lucy’s gutters? Or better yet, her shop—not just because it would give me the chance to be close to her, but also because the state of her store stressed me the fuck out.
“Nah, we can’t piss off the stars.” He handed me the newspaper. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, if not sooner. Have fun at school.” He winked and headed down the street. My eyes stayed on his ass for much longer than appropriate.
I folded up the paper and headed to Beans ’n Bliss. If I was going to be around children, I needed an extra large latte.
The coffee shop was bustling this morning, but it fell silent when I walked in. I thought I was imagining things until I stepped up to the counter and Ella fixed me with a vicious glare.
I glanced over my shoulder to make sure she was actually looking at me.
She was.
“Good morning?”
“Hmm,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Good for some.”
“What?”
