Crazy for Loving You: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(76)

“You’re concerned about your safety,” Becky the psychic says.

The shadow that I assume is Julienne’s nods. “I think my mother-in-law is trying to kill me.”

What?

Daisy puts a hand to my chest. “Shh,” she says again.

Becky the Psychic leans over the ball. “She’s very attached to her son.”

“She hates me. She’s so jealous. She always wanted to be famous, and now I am, and I get half of Rafe’s trust fund if I can prove he’s cheating, and she’s still nothing. But when we went to her house last night for dinner, she was acting…strange. Like, she usually at least pretends to like me, but she was all, you won’t be my problem much longer. What does that even mean?”

“I see darkness in your future, my child.”

“No fucking duh, there’s darkness. Divorce and scandal and when she left her phone out, I checked the last text messages because she’s a moron and doesn’t know to erase text alerts, and she’s been talking with someone called Bob about peanuts and hospitals. I’m going to the hospital to have a baby in two weeks. And she doesn’t know a Bob. That’s clearly a code name so we don’t know he’s a hit man. I think she’s going to slip peanut dust into my food after I give birth. She’s going to knock me off.”

“She’s off her rocker,” I whisper.

“You are in danger,” Becky intones. “Grave danger. But not from the corners you suspect.”

Julienne shrieks. “What? What? Both of my in-laws want to kill me?”

“You have enemies, my child. More enemies than you know. And they come soon. You must put your house in order. Reconcile with your husband. It is the only path to eternal peace.”

Daisy’s not the only one with a shiver now. Eternal peace is a fuck-ton more ominous considering both Julienne and Rafe are dead now.

“That’s insane,” I mutter.

“You mean freaky,” Daisy whispers. “Shh!”

“My house in order,” Julienne is saying. “Oh. My. God. Becky. My in-laws get my house if I die. I mean, Rafe gets it first, and then—oh my god. Oh my god. What if they’re going to kill him too? What if they’ve realized he’s a huge disappointment and they want to murder us both to take the baby and try for a better son?”

“You must get your house in order,” Becky repeats.

“Yes. Yes. Anthony and Margot aren’t getting shit from me. She said my hair looked awful. Can you believe her nerve?”

“That should be stupidly funny,” Daisy whispers. “One star for her hair.”

“The stars have written your destiny, Julienne. You must correct your wrongs.”

“I’m not dying today, bitch. Forget it. But I’m fixing my will. And I’m making Rafe fix his too, and then I’m shoving it in their faces when I catch them and their hit man. But—but who? Fuck. I’m not leaving anything to my grandmother. She’s such a haughty asshole.”

“This is insane,” I mutter. I can’t stop saying it, because it keeps getting stranger and stranger.

“I see—I see a man,” Becky suddenly gasps. It’s an overdramatic kind of gasp, the kind that normal people don’t make, the kind that makes me ask who believes this shit, and I almost shut the phone off, but Daisy swats my finger away when I try.

“A man? For me?” Julienne asks. “Should I leave Rafe?”

“A man…you can trust… He’s tall. Dark. Handsome… Have you met anyone new lately, Julienne? Has someone tall, dark, and handsome come into your life?”

“Oh my god, my general contractor. For the baby’s room. He’s totally tall, dark, and handsome.”

Oh, fuck me. No.

No.

“Yes. Yes!” Becky the Psychic says. “And his name… His name starts with…a…a B? No, a…a T? No, I see…a J?

Julienne gasps.

“Yes! I see a J!” Becky says.

“His last name?” Julienne whispers.

“This is forking insane,” I say, stronger.

“It explains everything,” Daisy replies while Julienne shrieks my name.

“Should I leave Rafe for Westley?” Julienne breathes.

My nuts, the randy suckers without any taste, retreat so far into my abdomen that they bruise my stomach on their way to hiding behind my lungs. She’s dead. She’s not coming after them. And they’re still in hiding.

“No, you must stick by your husband to survive,” Madame Becky says.

“So name Westley as my baby’s guardian if Anthony and Margot take us both out.” Julienne’s leaning forward like she believes every bit of insanity that she’s spewing. “He can take my son away. Keep him safe from them.”

“And…I see a woman…”

“Probably a lot of them, with the way he looks,” Julienne whispers.

“She’s…blond. No, brunette. No…purple. Purple? Surely not—”

“Daisy!” Julienne shrieks.

Another full-body shiver hits me, because this cannot be real. “You have got to be shirting me.”

“My cousin Daisy!” Julienne shrieks again. “She never wears the same hair two weeks in a row!”