Gripping the teacup harder, I felt as breathless as the woman whose eyes I had just stared through. My heart ached, and the same helpless, hopeless feeling she felt, I felt. I couldn’t hear what they said, but they argued, and he stormed out. Dejected and devastated, she turned toward the mirror, and I gasped.
The relationship hadn’t happened in the past. I’d read the wrong side of the cup. Not the one that represented the past but the one that predicted the future. This woman was setting herself up for the biggest heartache of her life.
The woman was me.
No way in hell would I allow myself to get involved with Detective Stone. I was smarter than that. I nodded with conviction. He was stubborn and annoying and determined to put me in jail. Besides, it took two to start a relationship, and it was easy to see I was clearly not the detective’s type.
My body quaked, remembering the detective’s kiss, even if it hadn’t happened yet. If just the memory of it did amazing things to me, I shivered to think how the real deal would affect me. I swallowed hard, regretting going so long without the company of a man. Stupid traitorous body. I took a deep breath, determined to get a firm grip on my hormones and my good sense.
Someone knocked on my front door, and I dropped the detective’s teacup, shattering it into a gazillion pieces and cutting my finger. “Ow!” I yelped, wrapping a napkin around my index finger. Glancing around, I noticed Morty had vanished once more. “Coming,” I yelled, jogging to the door. Who could possibly be here now?
I opened the door and Mitch stood there, tall and strong, filling my doorway. I sucked in a breath. “Wh-what do you want?” I shrieked.
He drew his brows together. “You having a spell or something?”
“Something like that,” I choked out.
“Should I call a doctor?” He stepped back a bit.
“I’ll be fine in a minute.” I fanned my face.
“Good, because I need you.”
“Okay, not fine.” I stumbled back, my heart racing harder.
He cursed under his breath, grabbed my arm to steady me, and walked me into my kitchen. He sat me down in a chair at the table and poured me a glass of water. “Here, drink this.” He looked around, his eyes settling on the shattered teacup. “Well, that’s a mess.”
“Exactly. It would be a huge mess, that’s why it’s so not gonna happen.”
“Okay.” He tipped his head to the side and stared at me as though I really was having some sort of spell.
I gulped down the water, took a moment to clear the fog from my brain, and then repeated, “You need me?”
He jerked a shoulder. “Yeah, that’s what I said. I need you to come with me to the police station.”
“Okay, that is not what you said. To the station gives an entirely different meaning to that sentence.”
“Huh?” He ran a hand through his thick hair. “Never mind. We don’t have time for you to have a breakdown. Grab your coat.”
“Gee, my knight in shining armor.” I scoffed, grabbed my coat, and barely had time to lock up Vicky before he shoveled me into his squad car for the third time.
“This is really beginning to get on my nerves, Detective.”
“You and me both, Tink, but there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”
“ Now who’s the one who’s not making any sense?” I crossed my arms and waited for an explanation from the tight-lipped conversationalist.
“We’re here,” he said, pulling his squad car into the police station.
“Why are we here again? I already answered all of your questions, and so have my parents. What more could you possibly want from me?” Shoot, I shouldn’t have asked that. I chewed my lip, terrified of what he would say, and even more so of what I would do.
“I don’t want anything from you,” he answered, looking at me funny. “You okay? You’re acting weirder than normal, and you look a little pale.”
“Fine. Confused is all.”
“Look, Captain Walker called me right after I left
The relationship hadn’t happened in the past. I’d read the wrong side of the cup. Not the one that represented the past but the one that predicted the future. This woman was setting herself up for the biggest heartache of her life.
The woman was me.
No way in hell would I allow myself to get involved with Detective Stone. I was smarter than that. I nodded with conviction. He was stubborn and annoying and determined to put me in jail. Besides, it took two to start a relationship, and it was easy to see I was clearly not the detective’s type.
My body quaked, remembering the detective’s kiss, even if it hadn’t happened yet. If just the memory of it did amazing things to me, I shivered to think how the real deal would affect me. I swallowed hard, regretting going so long without the company of a man. Stupid traitorous body. I took a deep breath, determined to get a firm grip on my hormones and my good sense.
Someone knocked on my front door, and I dropped the detective’s teacup, shattering it into a gazillion pieces and cutting my finger. “Ow!” I yelped, wrapping a napkin around my index finger. Glancing around, I noticed Morty had vanished once more. “Coming,” I yelled, jogging to the door. Who could possibly be here now?
I opened the door and Mitch stood there, tall and strong, filling my doorway. I sucked in a breath. “Wh-what do you want?” I shrieked.
He drew his brows together. “You having a spell or something?”
“Something like that,” I choked out.
“Should I call a doctor?” He stepped back a bit.
“I’ll be fine in a minute.” I fanned my face.
“Good, because I need you.”
“Okay, not fine.” I stumbled back, my heart racing harder.
He cursed under his breath, grabbed my arm to steady me, and walked me into my kitchen. He sat me down in a chair at the table and poured me a glass of water. “Here, drink this.” He looked around, his eyes settling on the shattered teacup. “Well, that’s a mess.”
“Exactly. It would be a huge mess, that’s why it’s so not gonna happen.”
“Okay.” He tipped his head to the side and stared at me as though I really was having some sort of spell.
I gulped down the water, took a moment to clear the fog from my brain, and then repeated, “You need me?”
He jerked a shoulder. “Yeah, that’s what I said. I need you to come with me to the police station.”
“Okay, that is not what you said. To the station gives an entirely different meaning to that sentence.”
“Huh?” He ran a hand through his thick hair. “Never mind. We don’t have time for you to have a breakdown. Grab your coat.”
“Gee, my knight in shining armor.” I scoffed, grabbed my coat, and barely had time to lock up Vicky before he shoveled me into his squad car for the third time.
“This is really beginning to get on my nerves, Detective.”
“You and me both, Tink, but there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”
“ Now who’s the one who’s not making any sense?” I crossed my arms and waited for an explanation from the tight-lipped conversationalist.
“We’re here,” he said, pulling his squad car into the police station.
“Why are we here again? I already answered all of your questions, and so have my parents. What more could you possibly want from me?” Shoot, I shouldn’t have asked that. I chewed my lip, terrified of what he would say, and even more so of what I would do.
“I don’t want anything from you,” he answered, looking at me funny. “You okay? You’re acting weirder than normal, and you look a little pale.”
“Fine. Confused is all.”
“Look, Captain Walker called me right after I left
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