Page 76 of Sunset Catchers

“We should probably never speak to each other again.”

He scoffs and takes out his own phone as he sits backs down on his side of the swing. Shit. I forgot I already told him mine. I grab the bag of chips and stuff my mouth full of them, looking at the deep blue sky. The sunset was a while ago. I know it, the moment he discovers the same thing I did.

There’s a big, smug smile pulling his lips up. I’m shaking my head as I open my mouth to argue.

“It doesn’t mean anything!”

“That our signs are a match made in star heaven?”

It’s my turn to scoff.

“So now you’re an expert on stars?”

“I’m just telling it like I’m seeing it online.”

“Still doesn’t change anything.”

“Okay.”

One minute later.

“Look, it says here that Taurus provides grounding stability to Cancer’s deep emotional well.”

I toss the bag of chips off my lap and get up. I grab my soda, though.

“Winnie, come on. Don’t go. I’ll stop.”

I stepped down the porch.

“Are you feeling emotional right now?”

Levi is following me closely behind.

“If so, I’ll ground you. I’m as stable as it comes.”

He steps after me on my own porch.

“Good night, Levi.”

I close the door to my cottage in his face.

“Good night my zodiac soulmate.”

18

There’s an iced coffee and almond croissant in the cup holders for you,” Levi says, as I’m soon as I’m all buckled up in the passenger seat of his car. I take in his offerings with a slight lift of lips; it’s all I can manage right now.

“How did you know I needed a pick-me-up this morning?” I say, joking. I’d meant it as a rhetorical question, a fact that slipped from Levi’s grasp.

“You’re never awake this early. So when I noticed the light turn on in your cottage, I thought you might need one,” he replies, not joking.

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

Reaching forward, I grab the iced coffee and sip from the paper straw. I instantly feel better.

“What were you doing up this early, anyway?” Sleep has eluded me since four in the morning, leaving me bleary-eyed and waned face. It doesn’t help that the sky is as groggy as I feel; grey with heavy clouds threatening an impending downpour. The air is warm and oppressive, leaving my t-shirt slightly sticking to my back.

“I went to see Ben at his coffee shop. He’s always there at the crack of dawn for prep work, so it’s a great time to catch up when it’s still close to customers.”