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And I want him to happen again—and again and again and again.
Immediately after those wanton thoughts, a flashback of the scene at the party jarred her memory—the whole reason she’d been baking half the night. A tiny knot of anxiety formed in the pit of her stomach as she rolled over and sat up. “How do you know something happened?”
“The headline on Denver Today’s society blog.”
“What headline?”
“Local psychic claims wedding cake baker jinxes wedding cakes.”
The knot in her stomach grew to the size of a boulder. “Are you kidding?”
“Why would I kid about something like that?”
She wouldn’t. Honor flipped the covers aside and hurried downstairs to the living room where she’d left her laptop.
“What happened?” Mae repeated.
“Hold on.” She typed the blog into the search bar and sure enough, there it was—with twice as many views as Governor Diamond Announces Run for U.S. Senate. As she skimmed the article, her heart pounded hard while nausea churned in her stomach.
“Not a witch, my ass,” Honor muttered when she reached the last line of the bullshit post. “She did hex me.”
“The psychic?”
“Yeah. Turns out she’s friends with my neighbor.”
“She’s friends with the sexy jerk? Small world.”
“It gets even better. My neighbor is Asher Diamond—Celia Diamond’s brother. The governor’s son.”
“Oh, wow. It really is a small world.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Was he at the party last night?”
“Yeah, and he’s actually not the jerk I thought he was.”
“Do tell.”
She explained about him thinking she was engaged and Mae laughed.
“He walked away because he was so attracted to you he didn’t want to make a move when he thought you were engaged? Guy’s got game.”
Honor smiled. Asher definitely had game, and she so wanted to play even when she knew she shouldn’t.
“Slam dunk on the wedding, then?”
“Not so much. Celia and her mother gave me a yes until this psychic chick messed everything up. She totally ruined Mrs. Diamond’s dress, and as you can see, my reputation, too.”
“They changed their mind that fast?”
“I haven’t heard anything from them yet, but look at this shit.” She gestured toward the laptop screen even though her friend couldn’t see her. “Would you hire me for your wedding?”
“Of course I would,” Mae insisted loyally. “I don’t believe in that psychic crap.”
“Well, unfortunately, a lot of other people who are not my best friends do believe in that psychic crap.” Including Asher, apparently. She made a face as she recalled their conversation about love and soul mates at two o’clock in the morning. But with his genuine, “I believe anything is possible,” how could she hold it against him? No one was perfect.
Her phone dinged for an incoming voicemail. “I should probably let you go to see what kind of damage control I need to do.”
