Page 264 of Small Town Firsts
I definitely did not know. If Luna knew some fun people, I suspected they probably weren’t the ones coming to me for assistance with their contentious divorces.
Really? Since when? People come in all flavors and some of them I don’t want to try.
Ryan’s sarcastic response made me grin. That was more like it.
Oh, stop being such a bitter Betty. You’re just pissy because of what happened at the bar last week.
I cocked a brow.Do tell.
Oh, shut up.
Thankfully, Luna did not listen to Ryan.
Your girl, Miss Goddess Moon here, was line dancing on the bar during Country Chaos night and she was getting down, let me tell you. Then she really got down. As in fell off the bar. I’m surprised she didn’t snap her ankle.
I rubbed my now bristly jaw. Weekends were the only time I allowed myself not to shave. But I couldn’t claim much interest in the current state of my facial hair when I had an image of the faceless Ryan G. Moon line-dancing on a bar. Probably dressed in something short and skimpy.
Then again, maybe that wasn’t her aesthetic at all. She could be the sort who preferred long skirts and flowy tops with plunging necklines.
Yes, turning this off would soon be an imperative.
You know I pivoted at the last moment. Do not deny my grace, you wench.
Their laughter was impossible to listen to and not smile. Since that was better than imagining Ryan in whatever she wore to dance in, I was all for joviality.
I think Ryan needs a reading to cheer her up today. What do you all think? We’ll do a quick three card spread for her and then we’ll dive into our Trampbox and see what you all have for us this week.
Ryan sighed. Heavily. The sound verged on a sexual noise that required a rating. Was there such a thing as an X label for a podcast? If not, they might need to create it for this one.
I don’t need to be cheered up. Hello, you know my vibe is permanently set on glow. Okay, okay, fine. Hit me.
I frowned until I heard the unmistakable sound of cards being shuffled.
Also, these cards better tell me I’m going to get laid soon. If not, keep dealing until the universe provides, okay?
I cleared my throat. This was highly inappropriate for me to be listening to, as someone who was going to be giving Ryan a paycheck. I needed to turn this off and not lean forward as I waited to find out if Ryan was going to get laid. Whether she was or not was not my concern.
Besides, were there really cards that could predict sexual activity? That seemed highly dubious.
I had the vaguest understanding of tarot. They were usually cards the same size as a playing deck with brightly colored pictures of mystical things. Probably like Aladdin’s flying magical carpet and such. My mother had once gone to a psychic fair and come back “renewed” but that was about the extent of my metaphysical knowledge.
Okay, pull your three. No cheating.
Bitch, I never cheat.
Liar. You cheat all the time.
More laughter. Then Luna let out a wolf whistle.
Girl, you just pulled the golden goose.
It sounded as if Ryan was rubbing her hands.
If you mean the golden cock, now we’re talking.
My phone vibrated against my leg and I jolted, inadvertently pausing the show. Ryan had decided to follow up on her kill shot podcast and sent me another text.
Miss Moon:
