grandmother and they had a great marriage from what I’ve always heard. How does Arnaud feel? Do you have any idea if he reciprocates?”
“I don’t know! Sometimes I think he does, but he never acts on it. Never. I’ve tried flirting. I’ve tried making him jealous. What should I do?” Geneviève grasped my hand desperately.
I placed my other hand on top of hers and squeezed lightly. She was beautiful and one of the sweetest girls I had ever met, so I wanted her to get the guy she was in love with. “First of all, calm down, okay? Don’t freak out. My boyfriend is older than me and I had to pretty much stalk him until I wore him down. Although in my case, it was Jack’s legal troubles more than the two-year age difference. Maybe you just need to be persistent.”
“Maybe. Thanks.” She smiled. “Tell me more about Jack. What is this legal trouble? It sounds intriguing.”
I told her about Jack’s troubled youth, his time spent in jail and juvenile detention, and his years on probation. “I finally bullied my way into going to his final probation hearing and he kissed me afterward.”
“That’s so romantic!” She sighed. “He sounds dark and dangerous.”
“Not at all,” I said, laughing. “He’s the sweetest guy ever. I miss him so much.” I sighed and looked away.
“I hope to meet him someday. You must love him very much. You should see your face when you talk about him, Ally. It’s really sweet. It certainly doesn’t look like that when you talk about my cousin. I think my grandmother is destined to be disappointed, no?”
“Definitely! Thanks for understanding, Geneviève. Listen, I will help you with Arnaud if you help me with your grandmother. Deal?”
“Deal.” The guys returned at that moment with drinks for everyone.
“Why don’t you two go dance?” I suggested. “Rémy and I will guard the table.” He smirked at me, obviously seeing through my suggestion.
“Good luck with that.” He gestured toward his cousin and Arnaud, who were just taking to the dance floor. “He thinks he’s too old for her.”
“What do you think?”
He shrugged his signature shrug. “I don’t think an age difference should keep anyone apart. If two people love each other, nothing should keep them apart.”
“Wow, Rémy, you are such a romantic! Who would have thought? Why don’t we try to get them together?”
“Because I am not a matchmaker, chérie. Arnaud is a grown man and can manage his own love life. He still thinks of my cousin as a child and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Now, let us not waste this opportunity to dance.” He stood up and held his hand out to me expectantly. I stared at him for a moment and then sighed and accepted his offer. We danced several fast songs and then he pulled me close when a slow song came on.
“Shh,” he said when I balked. “Just go with it. It’s what everyone wants. Why don’t we give it a chance?”
I shook my head, but allowed him to slide his arm around me. I held myself rigidly away from him for a few moments, but then put my head against his chest, tired of it all suddenly. What if it was our destiny? What if the prophecy did mean we were supposed to be together? I was so tired of fighting and Jack seemed so far away. And Rémy smelled better than anyone had a right to. He must have sensed my acquiescence, because he raised his head from where it rested atop mine, lifted my chin with his finger and lowered his lips to mine. “Rémy, no. I don’t—” I whispered.
“Everyone expects it, Ally. Just try, please,” he whispered back and closed the distance between us. His kiss was soft and slow, allowing me to get used to him.
I was so torn. Part of me felt that he was right: everyone in the Seer world interpreted the prophecy to mean that Rémy and I should be together. But I loved Jack. We were meant to be together, weren’t we? I was so confused. I just finished telling Geneviève how much I loved Jack and that