Bouquet Toss by Melissa Brown Read Free Book Online

Denver . I wanted to talk with you more about that while we were together this weekend.  I really wish that I could stay here with you.”  He gazes into my eyes, his tone now sincere and less apprehensive. 
    “No, I understand.  Your project is important. I know it comes first.” I reply doing my very best not to seem to o disappointed.  This is remindi ng me so much of our differences back in school; Mayson putting architecture first, and me pushing back against his priorities.  I was determined to be different this time.  After all, this was his career and I had to respect that.
    Mayson kisses me goodbye, and just like that, he is gone again, and I’m left wondering what the hell is going on with us.  Is Mayson worth the anxiety in my chest, the worries on my brain, the aching in my heart?  Time will tell.
    I’m tempted to call Elise on her cell phone, but I’d never forgive myself for disturbing her on her honeymoon.  I’ll just have to wait for her to return as her guidance means so much.  For now, sleep calls me once again.  Rolling over in my bed, doing my best to block any thought of Mayson from my heart or my head, I slowly fall into a restless sleep.

 
Chapter 8
    Kim
     
    “You don’t seriously believe this is going to tell us anything, do you Morgan?”
    “Who knows?  My friend Cheryl swears by this woman.  She goes to see her every year and she always gets the best advice.  And so many of her predictions have actually come true.”
    “Sounds like self fulfilling prophecy to me.” My cynicism is so transparent.
    “Well, you’ve been so torn up about what is going on with Mayson.  Seriously, this has been going on for years, Daphne.  Wouldn’t it be good to get a clue as to who you will actually end up with?”
    “Yes, Morgan, but that’s assuming this psychic knows anything.  She could be pulling things out of her ass for all we know.”
    “Since when did you become such a cynic?  You were always the one who read your horoscope and trusted in Astrology.  Hell, you even bought tarot cards in college.  I remember you giving ‘readings’ at your parents’ house. You used to use your U of I blanket every time!  Now, all of a sudden you don’t believe in this stuff?”
    “Oh my goodness, I completely forgot about the tarot cards.” I laugh, “But, that was just for fun.  This is different.  You believe this woman is actually going to help me figure out my love life.”
    “Listen, it’s my treat.  I have some questions I want to ask anyway about Matt and about my job.  I’m not sure I should be staying there much longer.  If you feel inclined, we can ask about you. And, if not, you’ll be my wing woman.”
    “Fine, fine,” I agree half-heartedly.  “I’ll go. But, only because you are always there for me.”
     
    We arrive at the psychic’s home and I’m pleasantly surprised to see that she resides in an incredibly classy (and expensive looking) Victorian estate in upscale Naperville . 
    “Well, this is quite different from the shacks we’ve seen along the highway with the signs for Palm Reading.” I say, slightly impressed.
    “Yeah, maybe she wins the lottery every year to support herself,” Morgan giggles as she parks the car in the large driveway.  “She doesn’t go by a cheesy name like Madame Ruby, either. Her name is Kim, just Kim.  Please, be on your best behavior, okay?”
    “Of course, I’ll behave myself.  Now that I’ve seen where she lives, I’m feeling a lot better about this.  Let’s go in.  I may even ask about Mayson.”
    Kim is a lovely woman in her late forties.  She has gorgeous black hair, pinned up into a bun on the top of her head, her bangs sweeping across the olive skin of her forehead.  She is stunning. 
    “Welcome, ladies,” Kim greets us as we enter her large foyer.  “And which one of you lovely young women is Morgan?”
    “That’s me,” Morgan extends her hand to shake with Kim.  Kim shakes Morgan’s