THE FORTUNE TELLER
ONE BITE CONTEST
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for The Fortune Teller by Selena Kitt
The women in John’s life seem to know more about what John’s heart really wants than he does. His sister encourages him to see a psychic to sort things out but the fortune teller only adds to his confusion. Who does John really love – and is it fate or is it choice?
â€œYou should go.â€
John ignored his sister and picked up the card sheâ€™d left on the tableâ€”no moon or crystal ball, just thick, cream-colored paper with the words â€œRebecca â€“ Psychicâ€ in raised letters.
Not another Rebecca.
He ran his thumb over the elegant script, his mind flashing on his Becca, wondering. The possibilities were endless. Thinking about her married and settled with two kids, a dog and a minivan made him cringe. But imagining her in that place, locked away like sheâ€™d been when their world had ended in fire, and his had become like iceâ€¦that was too much to bear.
Maybe sheâ€™s happy. He clung to that hope.
Even five years later, he missed her more than he would ever admit to anyone, let alone his sister, sitting across from him at the cafÃ© table drinking her skinny latte and smirking at him. He cursed her silently for mentally opening the wound. He didnâ€™t need to be thinking about Beccaâ€”especially not now, today of all days.
â€œRebeccaâ€”no last name. Shouldnâ€™t it be The Spectacular Rebecca? You know, like The Amazing Kreskin?â€
Julia sipped her latte, looking out the window, her gaze avoiding his. Oh great, now sheâ€™s pouting.
â€œOkay, what did she tell you?â€ he went on. â€œLet me guessâ€”youâ€™re going to win the lottery.â€
Julia snorted softly, putting her cup down. â€œSheâ€™s not that kind of psychic.â€
â€œShe doesnâ€™t tell the future?â€ He took a big gulp of his coffeeâ€”steaming hot and blackâ€”hoping the heat might loosen the crushing ache in his chest.
â€œSheâ€™s doesnâ€™t tell the future about material thingsâ€¦at least, not anymore.â€ She frowned. â€œItâ€™s all about relationships and interactions.â€
He raised an eyebrow at her, checking the text coming in on his cell. He was waiting for a buyer for a very expensive 17th century armoire to call, but it was just his mother. She probably wanted him to go see the psychic, too. â€œBut youâ€™re marriedâ€”you and Tim having issues?â€
â€œShe can tell you about more than just marriages.â€ Juliaâ€™s face changed in an instant and he recognized it, that desperately hopeful look, and knew already what she was going to say. â€œShe said Iâ€™m going to get pregnant.â€
â€œOh?â€ John hid his clenched fists under the table. â€œDid she give you any timeline?â€
Julia and Tim had been trying for three yearsâ€”three long heartbreaking years. Four miscarriages and one failed adoption later, they were still trying. John thought any sane person would have given up but his sister wasnâ€™t sane when it came to this, and far be it from him to try to argue with a womanâ€™s biological clock.
â€œShe said it would be this cycle.â€ His sister beamed.
â€œWell, for your sake, I hope sheâ€™s right.â€ He meant it.
â€œAnyway, you should go.â€ Whenever she was up to something, one side of his sisterâ€™s mouth always betrayed her with a slight smirk. â€œAsk her about Josie.â€
He scoffed, checking his cell again, regretting the day he ever taught his mother how to send a text message. â€œI donâ€™t need a psychic to tell me what to do with my love life.â€
She shrugged, sipping her latte. â€œIf you say so.â€
â€œAs a matter of fact,â€ John said, deleting the text. â€œIâ€™m proposing to Josie.â€
â€œOh my god!â€ She choked on her coffee. â€œWhen?â€
â€œTonight.â€ He pulled the ring out of his pocket and flipped the gray velvet box open. His sister gasped at the three carat diamond in a unique antique platinum setting he had discovered in the south of France on a buying trip. â€œMade reservations at La Maison.â€
Julia sighed. â€œThatâ€™s the perfect place for a proposal.â€
â€œThatâ€™s what I thought.â€ He snapped the box closed and pocketed it again. It had been burning there for days and he found himself checking its existence every hour or so. â€œBut donâ€™t overwhelm me with your congratulations or anything.â€
â€œOh John, Iâ€™m sorry,â€ she apologized. â€œI justâ€¦are you sure? You know I love Josie, I think the world of herâ€¦butâ€¦â€
â€œIâ€™m sure.â€ He cut her off, picking up his coffee, ignoring the inquiring look in her eyes.
â€œJohn, Iâ€¦hang on.â€ Julia fished her ringing cell phone out of her pocket, whispering to him, â€œItâ€™s the doctorâ€™s office,â€ before actually saying, â€œHello?…yes, this is sheâ€¦ yes, Iâ€¦ oh… yes, I willâ€¦thank you.â€
John watched her eyes, not even realizing he was holding his breath, trying to predict the news by her reaction. Her face was pale, her hands shaking as she flipped the phone closed.
â€œSis?â€ He prompted her and she swallowed, dazed. He readied himself for the tears, his arms already opening to comfort her. â€œWhat is it? Are you okay?â€
â€œIâ€™mâ€¦okay,â€ she managed, blinking as if the light was too bright. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, the words caught, and then she said them, surprising them both. â€œIâ€™m pregnant.â€