Dean eyed her like she was an alien who had just strolled into the bar.

“Yo,” I recovered quickly, and out of habit, grabbed the bottle of Jose and a shot glass. “How’s work tonight?”

Elbowing her way between an older woman and Dean, she squeezed into the miniscule space. “So boring I almost fell asleep while sliding down the pole.”

“That would’ve ended badly.” I poured the shot.

“So, you’re off on Sunday, right?” Dean cut in, clamping his arms close to his sides as if he were afraid of touching Katie and catching something from her.

I did not like that.

Katie snickered as she curled fingers with an icy blue manicure around the shot glass. “She is off, but she ain’t going to be spending it with you unless your last name is Winchester.” She arched a brow as she checked him out, and my mouth dropped open. “And you are so obviously not Dean Winchester.”

“Excuse me?” he sputtered, his cheeks flushing red.

“What?” She shrugged tanned shoulders. “Honey, I’m just telling you in a nice way you don’t stand a chance with her.”

“Katie,” I hissed.

Dean turned to me.

“Awkward,” murmured Katie.

I shot her a look.

She pursed her lips, kissed the air, and then downed the shot of tequila in one gulp. “Remember what I told you.” She slammed the glass on the top, and the woman next to her watched her back her way out of the spot with raised brows. Katie tapped her finger off the side of her head. “You’ve already met the man you’re going to spend the rest of your life with.”

Oh dear. I so remembered her telling me that I’d already met the love of my life, basing it on the psychic powers she claimed she developed when she fell off a greased-­up pole while dancing.

These kinds of things only happen to ­people I know.

I was highly doubtful—­or at least hopeful—­that I hadn’t met the love of my life yet, but that wasn’t the only thing she told me. One of the things she had told me had come true.

And it had to do with Reece.

Katie made a face at Dean’s back. “And it ain’t him. Anyway, Roxy-­moxy, we still on for waffles for lunch tomorrow?” When I nodded, she wiggled her fingers. “Toodles.”

Sort of struck stupid, I watched her prance her way out of the bar. I’d known Katie for a long time, but she still managed to throw me for a loop.

“There is something wrong with that girl,” Dean said, voice razor-­edged with irritation. “I don’t know how you deal with her.”

My gaze swung on him. “There’s nothing wrong with her at all.” His eyes flared with surprise. “I’m sorry, but I’m pretty busy right now.”

He did that blinking thing. “It’s okay. We’ll talk later.”

I opened my mouth to tell him that wasn’t going to happen, but he pivoted around and disappeared into the crowd. Shaking my head, I moved to the other side of the bar. I didn’t have to say a word to Nick, because he switched sides and I threw myself into filling orders. Sometime later, I glanced up and awkwardly made eye contact with Dean. After that, I didn’t see him.