“Are any of you interested in a reading tonight?”
“Me!” I say with a little too much enthusiasm. “And him.” I point to Jackson.
“Great. Let’s get started, and please keep in mind. If you’ve gotten a reading before, my methods may be different from others.”
I smile excitedly while Harrison rolls his eyes and mumbles something under his breath.
I kick my leg out and hit his shin, shooting daggers at him. I can’t wait to do this; he better not ruin it for me.
“All I need is your age and the first letter of your name.”
Jackson goes first. “J, thirty-nine.”
Harrison sniggers. “Old fuck.”
Jackson secretly gives him the middle finger. “You’re right behind me, cocksucker,” he whispers.
Wait…How do I not know Harrison’s birthday?
“When is your birthday?”
He rolls his lips, annoyed, and mumbles, “September twenty-first.”
“What?” I shriek. “That’s at the end of next month.”
He shrugs while I sip my champagne nervously. I better start thinking of gifts now. This man has everything. It’s going to be impossible to shop for him.
“When’s your birthday?” Jackson asks.
“December eighteenth,” Harrison mumbles without a thought.
“I never told you that.” Then I remember he had a background check done on me. “Never mind.”
“Ah, the day before Annabelle’s. Sagittariuses are feisty. Be careful with that one.” He tells Harrison and shoots me what I’ve come to learn is his signature smirk.
“Who’s Annabelle?”
Jackson’s face lights up, and I instantly can tell she’s special to him. “One of my best friends.”
“Okay, you three,” Jolene interrupts and looks at me. “And your information?”
“J, twenty-four,” I pause and look up to Harrison with hopeful eyes. He nods, and I chew on my right cheek andattempt to contain my smile. “And H, thirty-eight for him,” I tell her.
“You’re both married?—”
“I’m not married,” Jackson practically spits, his face goes ghost white.
Jolene doesn’t say a word, but something is telling me that she and Jackson are communicating through their connected eyes.
“I see someone I know. She doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about,” Jackson complains, then storms away.
“What was that about?”
“No clue,” Harrison answers, with a furrowed brow as he watches his friend walk away.
Jolene clears her throat to get our attention back. Thankfully, she ignores Jackson’s outburst.
“We’re not married either,” I tell her.
