Dating psychic guild
Although he appeared ten years older than her twenty-nine, much older than the twits she dated, she’d do him in a nanosecond.
Time to dump the boys and date up in the real-man pool.
The overstuffed purse thunked onto the tile floor and a nudge from behind jostled her funny bone against the beam. ” Frantic, she grabbed her briefcase to give chase, and stumbled in her high heels, slamming her shoulder into the beam.
Oww.“Watch it,” she growled out, hating airports and reckless people who invaded her personal bubble. “Son of cursed psychic.”Evil vibes washed gooseflesh across her arms, and the fleeing man earned her darkest glare as she lurched forward.
Careful not to touch anything, she fished hand sanitizer from her purse and rubbed a hefty dollop between her fingers and under her nails to kill the plane cooties.
Since when did wet stuff fall from the sky in San Jose in October anyway?His bare ring finger booted him squarely into her playpen.