I’d never once takenanyof Dante’s predictions seriously, but that… that was too close.
I mean, I wasn’tpositiveabout the huge dick, but I knew in my heart that Harvey was hung. Dante always said that as a Cancer, I had strong intuition—which I also never believed, but that wasn’t the point.
“Right,” I said, trying not to think too directly about Harvey in case I was wrong and Dante reallycouldread minds.
He’d never claimed to be able to read minds, but if he could, he’d never tell anyone, right?
Right.
Mrs. Torres thanked me for the coffee between crossword answers—her daughter sent her a book of crossword puzzles every month, and she came in here to work her way through them. I was always impressed that she only ever brought a pen, and hoping to grow up to have her confidence one day.
If I ever decided to grow up.
“Any more details on this knight?” I asked. “Where can I find him?”
“Well, he rides a dark horse,” Dante said, holding a card with an armored figure on a black horse with silver foil details. “He’s tall, dark haired, handsome, as we’ve already covered. Could be a figure from your past…”
Shit.
“Okay, who told you?” I asked. There was no way he was plucking all that out of thin air.
“The cards?” Dante tried, but he was all guilty-faced as he pulled the deck together again.
“Was it Seth?” I asked, since he seemed like the most likely suspect—I knew Harvey had spoken to him, and Seth knew Dante, and pretty much everything about Harvey and me.
“It wasn’tnotSeth,” Dante said, wrapping the deck in a cloth and tucking it back into his bag.
“You’re such an asshole,” I said as he stood and tucked his bag behind the counter, pulling one of the spare aprons over his head.
“For a second there, you believed it.” Dante grinned at me.
“Did not,” I said.
Maybe a millisecond.
“Did too,” Dante retorted, grabbing the first aid kit from just inside the kitchen. “Now hold still and tell me all about Harvey.”
Well. Telling Dante about it would save me worrying myself to death over it all day.
“He ran me over, which you know. But then he took me to the hospital and held my hand and pretended to be my fiancé so they’d let him stay with me. And he was so fucking sweet and warm and comforting.”
“And?” Dante prodded, wrapping a bandage firmly around my wrist with surprising precision.
“And then I completely lost my goddamn mind and kissed him,” I admitted.
I hadn’t stopped regretting it for a single waking second since. Not because I didn’t want to kiss Harvey, but because Harvey hadn’t wanted to kissme, and I’d freaked him out.
I knew better. I knew better than to justkisssomeone out of nowhere without asking. No amount of meds or head trauma excused that.
Worse still, I hadn’t even had the chance to apologize.
“Is this about to leave the land of the PG-13?” Dante asked. “Because you know what a delicate flower I am.”
“You sent me a dick pic last week by accident,” I reminded him.
“I was mortified,” Dante said.
“You saidyou’re welcome.”
