Page 133 of Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail

Jordan laughed and pulled back enough to look Astrid up and down. She was wearing her ivory pencil dress, the very one Jordan had spilled coffee all over during their first fateful meeting. Her clit necklace, gleaming from the hollow of her throat, was the only jewelry she wore, and instead of black heels, she had on a pair of absolutely killer cherry-red stilettos.

She lifted Astrid’s arm and spun her around. “I’m the lucky one—have you seen your ass in this dress?”

Astrid giggled. “I have, actually.”

Jordan whistled, then pulled Astrid close again as the Katies started up a slower song. Astrid looped her arms around Jordan’s neck, and they started swaying to the mellow rhythm of a mandolin.

“No one else is dancing,” Astrid whispered.

“I don’t care,” Jordan said, spinning her around. They were attracting some glances, most of them smiling.

“I don’t either,” Astrid said, smiling against Jordan’s hair as she realized it was one hundred percent true.

“God, we must be in love or something.”

“It’s like it’s fate.”

“Astrid Parker, are you saying that you’re my destiny?”

Astrid’s eyes went to a piece of art on the wall by the fireplace.Settled in between off-white matting and surrounded by a square, sage-green frame, were nine Tarot cards.

Nine Two of Cups.

She smiled and kissed Jordan softly on the mouth. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, JordanEverwood.”