Page 46 of The Disasters of Dating
So there are four of them. Interesting. I wonder if the brother was a punk before his mom died or if that contributed to him becoming one.
“There are three of us kids. My older brother is married and about to have his second kid—which is crazy to me. I never pictured Brody married, let alone as a dad. It’s so weird. But he’s a great dad. And then there is my older sister, Sadie. I’m pretty sure she’ll be married by the end of the year.”
He raises his brows. “Wow. A new baby and a wedding in one year? That’s a lot. Great, but a lot!”
“Yeah, my mom is on cloud nine.” I smile but then it drops slightly as I think about how weird she’s been lately. Could it be because of all the changes coming? I hadn’t thought of that as a cause before now.
I look back at him. “So, you know what I do…probably in more detail than you wanted to know.” I look down at my plate in embarrassment. I can’t believe I thought he was shoplifting. I glance back up at him as my cheeks burn. “What do you do that brings you to Utah so much?”
Our server delivers Keaton’s Dr. Pepper and my Sprite. I take a sip before settling back into my chair.
Keaton’s brow creases. “I’m the president of a new tech company that’s based in Lehi. The whole company is moving here, but the CEO and founder still live back East. Plus, that’s where I’m from. So until the first of next year, I’m commuting. I spend most of my work week here, but I still have to be in Boston for weekly Friday board meetings.”
My brows raise. “You’re the president of a company? But you’re so young. I mean, you can’t be much older than twenty-six or twenty-seven.”
He chuckles, but it’s a little forced. “You’re good. I’ll be twenty-seven on my birthday.”
I nod, as if I hadn’t totally guessed that. “I bet I can guess your sign.”
He leans back and folds his arms across his chest. “Oh, yeah? Lay it on me.”
I squint at him. I don’t have to analyze him much. I pretty much knew his sign from the first moment I accused him of shoplifting. “I’m pretty confident you’re a Sagittarius.”
His brows flick up in challenge. “Oh?”
I nod. What a Sagittarius thing to do. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
He shrugs. “I have no idea. I’m not even sure what my sign is.”
I suck in a breath in disbelief. “You don’t even know? I thought even those people who don’t believe in it still know their signs. Your birthday is?—”
He holds up his finger. “Just a minute,” as he taps his phone screen. His brow furrows for a moment before a huge grin covers his face. “Sagittarius, you said?”
I nod. “Yep. You’re totally an archer.”
“Nope,” he says with a tilt of his head. “Not a Sagittarius.”
I frown. Is he teasing me? I would have almost bet money on that sign for him. I stare at him. “Scorpio?”
He shakes his head.
“Gemini,” I say with less confidence.
Again, he shakes his head.
“You’re kidding me.” I bite my lip. “Oh, please don’t tell me you’rean Aries.” I don’t know why I care. It’s not like this will go anywhere. It can’t. It’s just an apology dinner.
“Nope.” He twists his head to the side, looking at me from the corners of his eyes. “Are you sure you’re into this stuff? Because you’re not even close.”
I scowl at him. “Oh, yeah? When’s your birthday?”
He puts his elbows on the table and drops his chin into his palms. “January 12th.”
My mouth drops open. No way. “You’re a Capricorn? I don’t see it.”
He nods. “Yep. That’s me. A Capricorn.” He looks back at his phone. “And while I’d never believe it, the description is, like, dead on for me.”
I blink several times. What is the universe telling me? I thought it was saying Keaton was not destined to be part of my life. But if that’s true, why is he the perfect match for my Pisces?
