“FOMO?” Delphine got that look in her eyes that Lisa already knew meant she was scheming. “I think I can cure that, too.”

Sera’s eyes rolled, but she reached out and patted her momma’s hand. “It stands for fear of missing out. It means she didn’t want Remy back then, but she doesn’t want anyone else to get him.”

“I told Remy it would never work out. He’s seen his promised bride and it certainly wasn’t Josette.” Delphine lifted her iced tea glass. “He’s got a touch of the sight, you see. Comes from my side of the family. The Dellacourts have always had a way with the sight. Now, everyone will tell you it comes from the Guidry line, but the Dellacourts are much more in touch with the other side, if you know what I mean. I’ve got a nephew who made something of himself. Now I am almost one-hundred percent certain he did it by making a deal with a demon. I’ve offered my services to him as well.”

“Yeah, there’s a reason we’re the black sheep of that particular family,” Sera explained.

“But to get back to my original point. Josette was never the bride the universe selected for my Remy. Not that anyone would listen.”

“They had to listen. You talked about it at their wedding,” Sera complained. “She actually stood up in the middle. You know when the preacher asks if anyone has just cause? Yeah, that was when Momma struck.”

Wow, she never thought she’d feel for Josette. She knew she shouldn’t ask the next question, but she couldn’t help herself. “The sight?”

Delphine leaned in, her voice going low. “The sight, child. He gets visions of the future. He’s seen his promised bride since he was a teenaged boy, but he never saw her face.”

His sight needed an adjustment. And for a psychic he kind of sucked at figuring out cause and effect. A psychic should have seen that not telling his lady love he was being paid a shit ton of money to sleep with her would have a chilling effect on their relationship. Okay, anyone should have seen that coming from a mile away.

Which was why maybe he was exactly what Laurel had said he was—a dumbass.

“So he thought it was Josette? The vision he had?” She had been wondering why that hard-working man would fall for someone like Josette. Besides the perfect face and long legs and big boobs. Besides that stuff.

“Since we were kids he always says he sees his future wife here.” Sera smiled over at her boy. Luc seemed fascinated with a toy truck, running it over the bottom of the playpen. “But the sun is too much and he can only see her outline. Of course he also said he could feel how warm she was, so that disqualifies Josette right there.”