She smiles as she watches me. “You’re right, Em. Look at us. We are killing it in London. You have


    the  man  of  your  dreams  taking  you  to  castles  and  proposing.”  She  shakes  her  head  to  herself.  “I  can’t


    believe  this  is  happening.”  She  grabs  my  hand  over  the  table.  “How  did  you  know  that  this  trip  was


    exactly what we needed?” I smile, relieved that everything is turning out so well. “I didn’t. I was just


    hoping.”


    “Well, I’m d you made us do this.” She takes a mouthful of her pasta. “What was the weird thing


    that happened?” She frowns as she remembers what we were talking about.


    “Oh, yes, okay.” I swallow. “We were going back to our room, which was strangely familiar to me,


    and then I pulled star down a corridor that was roped off and I went over to this door.”


    She frowns as she listens.


    I shrug feeling ufortable at the memory. “I felt around under the stones on the wall and found a


    key for the door.”


    She frowns as she listens. “How did you know the key was there?”


    I shrug. “I don’t know. I just did.”


    “What did you do?”


    “I opened the door.”


    “What was in there?” She frowns.


    “A small room with another doorway.”


    “Was star with you?”


    “Yes.”


    “What was he doing?”


    I shrug. “Asking me how I knew where I was going.”


    “Fucking hell,” she whispers. “Where did the doorway go to?”


    “A stone spiral staircase.”


    “And there were no signs.”


    I  shake  my  head.  “No.  But  I  knew  it  was  there.  Somehow  I  knew  the  staircase  was  there.  I  knew


    where the key was.”


    She puts her thumbnail in her mouth as she thinks. “What does this mean? I don’t understand.”


    I shrug. “Me either. It’s freaking me out. I can’t stop thinking about it.”


    She sits back and takes a sip of her wine. “That is weird, I have to admit.”


    I watch her as I think.


    “What did star say?” She frowns.


    I throw my hands up. “Oh, he was all high on the love drug and didn’t pay much attention. Said he is


    happy to have a psychic wife.”


    She smiles broadly. “He’s not very conventional is he?”


    I smirk. “Not in the least.”


    “Can you ever imagine Liam saying that? Being so open minded.”


    “Liam would have had me in a mental institution having shock treatment by now.” I sigh.


    She takes out her phone and starts typing into Google.


    “What are you writing?” I frown as I eat.


    “Let’s just see what it says about psychics.”


    I sit back in my chair. “I don’t want to be fucking psychic. I don’t want to see people’s shit. I got


    enough of my own shit going on over here.” I frown as I tap my temple.


    “I wouldn’t mind you being psychic,” she mutters as she reads.


    “Why?”


    “So I could know what Mr. Masters is doing.”


    I look at her, deadpan. “I can already tell you what’s going to happen. I don’t need to be psychic to see


    that.”


    “Do tell.” She smirks as she reads.


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    “Excellent,” she replies without looking up. “Then what.”


    “He’s going to be shit in bed.”


    She looks up on a frown. “I doubt that.”


    Iugh out loud. “Feel ups with feet don’t count?”


    She shrugs, unimpressed with my joke.


    “And he will probably fall in love with you and you will break his heart.”


    Her face drops and she looks up at me. “Do you really think that’s what’s going to happen?”


    Her sad face makes me regret saying that out loud. “I don’t know, Brell. Just think about this. He is a


    widow and has kids, so he can’t move to Australia. You live with him and this is not a one-night stand


    where you never have to see him again. It’splicated.”