Page 37 of Passion in the Cards

She laughed into his kiss. “Agreed. The only one I want to hear squawking in our bed is you.”

“Ahem.” A middle-aged couple in medieval garb stood at the table. “We’re ready for our reading.”

“Of course you are, darlings,” Zora cooed, smoothing her velvet caftan. “Come in, have a seat.” She ushered them into her tent and closed the curtain.

While Jesse enjoyed his spicy latte, Gemma tended to customers, charming them with in-depth knowledge of her woo-woo wares. Grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, he watched her work the crowd. Loving Gemma was a huge risk, but she’d taught him a valuable lesson—if you want to fly, you’ve gotta take a leap of faith. And he was so glad he’d jumped.

“C’mon, Jesse.” She beckoned, a wicked twinkle in her eye. “Put those big, strong hands to use.” She handed him a bottle of massage oil, then tilted her head toward a pair of women eyeing the merchandise.

Did she really mean…?

“I dare you,” she whispered.

Okay then. If she wanted a show, he’d give her one.

He pitched his voice low and seductive. “Hello, ladies. Care to sample our organically sourced herbal massage oil? I grow the herbs with these very hands.” He squirted some into his palm. “If you roll up your sleeve, ma’am, I’ll show you how it tingles.”

Mesmerized, both women thrust their arms forward.

Gemma elbowed him and shot him a smile brimming with sexy mischief. New experiences, huh? He had a feeling this woo-woo stuff could be fun.

As he massaged the customers’ wrists, Zora’s voice carried from her fortune-telling tent. “I understand your trepidations. Normally, your zodiac signs aren’t the most auspicious combination. But, my darlings, love can be stronger than the stars. If you respect each other’s individuality, I see a bright future ahead of you.”