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her face. “He’s not
really the meet-and-greet kind of boyfriend.”
    “So basically you’re just fucking him,” Ryke blurts out.
    Oh look, his nice moment just passed.
    At least, I can forecast that he won’t make a move on Daisy
because of her age. I think he’s more likely to run into traffic than hook up
with her.  
    “Not in front of the cameras,” Connor advises.
    Ryke shoots him the middle finger
with an added glare.
    I can feel Connor’s chest rising in irritation. “I don’t
know why I care,” Connor says. “It’s not like anyone will understand you
anyway. You curse every other word. They’re going to literally bleep you out of
the show.”
    “And that’d make you so fucking happy.”
    “I’d be happier if I could tie you up to the front porch and
leave you there. I’d even be kind enough to toss you a steak bone to gnaw on.”
    Lo can’t stop laughing.
    Ryke’s eyes darken at his brother.
“Where’s the fucking loyalty?”
    His laughter dies down and his lips fall. “Did you hear what
you said to Daisy? Honestly, how about never bringing up her sex life. And then maybe I’ll consider siding with you . ”
      “You guys.” Daisy
waves her hand to regain focus. “I’m not screwing my boyfriend. I just don’t
want any of you to meet him. He’s kind of dumb.”
    Ryke’s jaw hardens. “He’s dumb?
Then why the fuck are you with him?”
    Daisy shrugs and avoids his dark eyes. “He’s nice.”
    Scott suddenly scoots closer to me, his hip pressing against
mine. I want to edge towards Connor, but I don’t want to look frightened of Scott. So I stand my ground and feel his warm breath
on my ear.
    “You should go next. See what your future holds.”
    I bristle at the thought of being told something like
“someone you love will die soon” or “you’ll marry a stupid man.” Connor may not
take stock in psychics, but a part of me will always be a little superstitious.
    “Madame,” Scott calls before I can stop him. “Rose would
like to go next.”
    “And then you?” Connor asks. “We’d all love to know when
you’ll die.”
    The muscles in Scott’s jaw twitch.  
    Madame Charmaine sidles over to our couch and kneels in
front of me. She snatches my hand and scans the lines on my palm wildly. “ Mmm .”
    I don’t like mms. They
sound like unintelligible baby muttering, which is the equivalent of sticking a
sharp needle in my ear.
    “I think…that I will have a better reading with cards.” She
pulls the shuffled deck from her pocket. “Split this in half. Do not flip them
over.”
    I do as she says, randomly picking from the pile, purple
crescent moons printed on the back of each card.
    She returns to her ottoman beside the coffee table and
starts flipping the cards right side up. I can’t see any of the designs, but I
think I spot a white unicorn on one, which has Connor rolling his eyes.
    Even so, he intertwines his fingers in mine and kisses my
knuckles, as though I need extra reassurance before she exposes my future.
    She overturns the last card. “I see,” she says and nods.
“You’re very fertile. I sense two strong male spirits in your life, possibly
twin boys in the future.” She has to be joking.
    A crying baby—that’s a personal circle of hell for me. When
my eldest sister, Poppy, had her child, I didn’t acknowledge my niece until she
could form intelligible sentences. I have nothing in common with kids. And no
one needs to tell me I would make a horrible mother. I know it’s true. Which is
why I plan to never have children.
    “Take it back,” I snap.
    “I can’t return a reading.”
    “It’s not a purse, Rose,” Connor chimes in, his lips rising.
“It’s your future.” His amusement is palpable.
    I point a finger at him. “Shut. Up.”
    Connor grabs my hand and says, “I won’t believe in it if you
won’t.”
    He doesn’t seem that upset by my declaration (technically
I’ve voiced my baby-disdain before so it shouldn’t come as a