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“Tell me anything. I can’t judge. I’m a fuckin’ disaster, as I’m sure you’ve heard.”
She made a clicking sound behind her teeth and took her shot. Miss. Dangit. She stood and leaned on the pool stick. “I have visions too.”
“I know,” he said, lining up a shot on the ten ball. “Everyone in Damon’s Mountains knows. Word travels quickly.”
“Yeah, well, I’m supposed to be the next Beaston around here, right?”
Landon’s handsome face grew serious. “That’s some pressure.”
She sighed. “My visions are not like his.”
His face scrunched up. “Do you dream of my dick?”
She belted out a single huff of a laugh. “No! Look, I grew up terrified I would inherit it. Just…freaking terrified. If I had any dream, I would go straight to my mom about it. Well…” she shifted her weight around and couldn’t hold his gaze. “My first vision happened last year, and…you can’t tell anyone.”
“I swear on my favorite nut hair I won’t tell anyone.”
“You have a favorite nut hair?”
“Of course. Any man who says they don’t is a liar.”
“I honestly don’t know if other men pay attention to their nut hairs that closely.”
“Your first vision.”
“Oh. Right.” She cleared her throat. “My first vision was of a painting.”
“What kind of painting?”
“It was a painting Brooke was going to do.”
“Brooke, Tagan’s mate? From the Ashe Crew?”
“Yep. It was a painting of a middle finger.”
Landon looked skeptical. “Brooke is an artist. She does huge animal paintings for money. She doesn’t seem like the middle-finger type.”
“That’s what I thought, but the dream felt strange. It felt…different. Landon, I swear to God if you tell anyone what I’m telling you, I’ll kill you.”
He threw his hands up in surrender. “I won’t.”
She sighed. “I became a stalker.”
“A stalker how?”
“I started going to Brooke’s trailer every day, pretending to be interested in learning art from her. Mostly I painted skulls and stuff. And after a few months of her painting animals for commissions, I thought I could just quit on that dream. I was fine. I wasn’t like my dad. I was normal. And then…”
His face fell. “And then what?”
“I had been away for a couple weeks. I took some food over to her as a thank you for teaching me to paint, because I actually enjoyed it and got my own supplies and started painting on my own. And she showed me her new painting.”
She could see the chills on Landon’s arms from here.
“It was this beautiful painting done with all the colors, and in the middle of it was a hand with a middle finger sticking up, just like I had dreamed.”
“Fuck.”
She blinked hard at the memory of how she felt. “All normalcy disappeared after that.”
