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Then again,just fine What she sahat she got

Or what she thought she saw, he corrected in his mind

What she pretended to see?

It dawned on him this could be the perfect opportunity to put her to the test With her guard down and her loose tongue, he could prove she was a fraud like all the people at that damn psychic hotline He’d called the cops to report their fraud on his non-wedding day, but they’d already skipped town, so he never got his justice

“What do you see when you look at me?” he asked

She stared at hiain

He suppressed a shiver He didn’t believe she was a real psychic, and yet his heart pounded high in his throat at the possibility she would see so he didn’t want anyone to see

For the first time ever, he noticed her thick-lashed eyes weren’t a plain, chocolate brown There were intriguing, subtle variations of dark and light that could apparentlyher look deep into his soul

Holy fuck, he was in trouble

And yet, he couldn’t look away

After a long lass “I can’t read you I’ve never been able to read you”

Relief released his trapped breath, followed by the oddest sense of disappointment

Then again, how convenient “Why not?”

“I don’t know” That note of belligerence crept back into her voice “So a deal I can’t read lass, then muttered into her wine, “Don’t need to read her to know she’s no good”

He frowned at that coood relationship with her mother