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purple fox holding a tomato.
“Please let this place offer something besides black bean burgers and sprouts. I really hate sprouts.”
She checked herself in the rearview mirror, fluffing her straight, dark bangs and finger-combing her long hair. A tall man, his shaved head reflecting the sunlight, snagged her attention. Her heart did a silly pitter-patter even as she saw that it wasn't Pope. Not tall enough, broad-shouldered enough, handsome or unusual enough.
“Enough! You got to stop thinking about that man. You met him in September, and he hasn't been out to visit in the six months since. Get the hint, girl.”
She didn't take it personally. He had some kind of dangerous job that kept him busy. They'd met briefly—and embarrassingly—when she'd heard her sexy client, Cheveyo, returning home while she was cleaning his house. In her impulsive, half-assed thinking, she'd posed on the back of his couch in her leopard bra and panties, planning to seduce the guy with the good heart. Then he'd walked in with his girlfriend and another man. Pope.
After she'd hastily gotten dressed, she'd been introduced to the woman who clearly had a psychic connection to Cheveyo and the tall, handsome man with the shaved head. She sensed a good heart in Pope, too, and something indefinable and different that sucked her in right along with his freaky light-violet eyes.
They'd talked on the phone several times since he'd left Arizona. Well, she talked, and he listened. Really listened, as no other man ever had. He cheered in his understated way when she told him she was able to let most of her cleaning clients go to focus on her flourishing boutique. He seemed to enjoy her stories about her quirky customers, her life, and even the wreck of her past romances.
She sighed and pushed open her door. “You've really got to stop thinking about him.”
As she stepped up on the curb, a man bumped into her and then glared at her ! “Excuse you,” she said and continued on.
“What's that supposed to mean, bitch?”
The poison in his words had her spinning around. He looked nice and normal, but he felt wrong. Of course, he was snarling at her but it went way beyond that. He carried a dark, heavy energy that shot the hairs on her arms straight up.
Not the time to be sassy. “I said, 'Excuse me.'“
She turned back to the bistro, using the glass's reflection to keep an eye on the man. If he made a move, she was ready to use the point of her turquoise boot to introduce his balls to his kidneys. At five-foot-ten, she could kick ass if she needed to. He stared at her as though he were considering going after her. Over nothing! She lunged for the handle and stepped inside, facing him from inside. He stalked away, his body tense and rigid.
She'd sensed that dark energy just last week in a man who was staying at Cheveyo's house. Magnus had been gorgeous, polite, staying out of her way while she cleaned, but that eerie energy had wigged her out.
This was where it paid off to sense people's energy and moods. Most of the time, it was a pain in the ass.
“Table for one?” a woman asked from behind her.
Suza spun around and nearly choked at sensing the same energy in the petite hostess. Except she was smiling, though the smile didn't reach her eyes.
“I'm meeting someone.” Suza searched the room full of tables. “There she is. Thanks.”
Carlene stood and waved, wearing one of her kitschy cat sweaters. Her blond hair was frazzled, and she wore no makeup. Suza held out her arms to embrace her but paused. Oh, no, she had the energy, too.
“What's the matter?” Carlene asked. “You look like you saw a monster.” Then she laughed. “Oh, it's me, isn't it?”
Suza blinked, speechless at the admission.
“I just didn't feel like putting on makeup or doing anything with myself. But look at you, that peaches-and-cream complexion I'd kill for, as beautiful as ever.”
Suza completed their hug,
“Please let this place offer something besides black bean burgers and sprouts. I really hate sprouts.”
She checked herself in the rearview mirror, fluffing her straight, dark bangs and finger-combing her long hair. A tall man, his shaved head reflecting the sunlight, snagged her attention. Her heart did a silly pitter-patter even as she saw that it wasn't Pope. Not tall enough, broad-shouldered enough, handsome or unusual enough.
“Enough! You got to stop thinking about that man. You met him in September, and he hasn't been out to visit in the six months since. Get the hint, girl.”
She didn't take it personally. He had some kind of dangerous job that kept him busy. They'd met briefly—and embarrassingly—when she'd heard her sexy client, Cheveyo, returning home while she was cleaning his house. In her impulsive, half-assed thinking, she'd posed on the back of his couch in her leopard bra and panties, planning to seduce the guy with the good heart. Then he'd walked in with his girlfriend and another man. Pope.
After she'd hastily gotten dressed, she'd been introduced to the woman who clearly had a psychic connection to Cheveyo and the tall, handsome man with the shaved head. She sensed a good heart in Pope, too, and something indefinable and different that sucked her in right along with his freaky light-violet eyes.
They'd talked on the phone several times since he'd left Arizona. Well, she talked, and he listened. Really listened, as no other man ever had. He cheered in his understated way when she told him she was able to let most of her cleaning clients go to focus on her flourishing boutique. He seemed to enjoy her stories about her quirky customers, her life, and even the wreck of her past romances.
She sighed and pushed open her door. “You've really got to stop thinking about him.”
As she stepped up on the curb, a man bumped into her and then glared at her ! “Excuse you,” she said and continued on.
“What's that supposed to mean, bitch?”
The poison in his words had her spinning around. He looked nice and normal, but he felt wrong. Of course, he was snarling at her but it went way beyond that. He carried a dark, heavy energy that shot the hairs on her arms straight up.
Not the time to be sassy. “I said, 'Excuse me.'“
She turned back to the bistro, using the glass's reflection to keep an eye on the man. If he made a move, she was ready to use the point of her turquoise boot to introduce his balls to his kidneys. At five-foot-ten, she could kick ass if she needed to. He stared at her as though he were considering going after her. Over nothing! She lunged for the handle and stepped inside, facing him from inside. He stalked away, his body tense and rigid.
She'd sensed that dark energy just last week in a man who was staying at Cheveyo's house. Magnus had been gorgeous, polite, staying out of her way while she cleaned, but that eerie energy had wigged her out.
This was where it paid off to sense people's energy and moods. Most of the time, it was a pain in the ass.
“Table for one?” a woman asked from behind her.
Suza spun around and nearly choked at sensing the same energy in the petite hostess. Except she was smiling, though the smile didn't reach her eyes.
“I'm meeting someone.” Suza searched the room full of tables. “There she is. Thanks.”
Carlene stood and waved, wearing one of her kitschy cat sweaters. Her blond hair was frazzled, and she wore no makeup. Suza held out her arms to embrace her but paused. Oh, no, she had the energy, too.
“What's the matter?” Carlene asked. “You look like you saw a monster.” Then she laughed. “Oh, it's me, isn't it?”
Suza blinked, speechless at the admission.
“I just didn't feel like putting on makeup or doing anything with myself. But look at you, that peaches-and-cream complexion I'd kill for, as beautiful as ever.”
Suza completed their hug,
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