“Jetty was your foster mom? And Fin’s aunt?”

Via nodded, stiffening immediately. She didn’t want to talk about this anymore. It disturbed her that she didn’t like him talking about Fin. She didn’t know if they’d been texting or talking, or if they’d gone out yet. She didn’t think they had, or else Fin probably would have mentioned it. But there was a strange feeling creeping over her.

She thought that he’d been getting to know her just then, but what if he’d just been fishing for details about Fin? That was fine, of course. It was a free country. But for some reason, it stung.

CHAPTER TEN

“SHIT! CRABBY!” SEBASTIAN stared down in horror at his phone. His waggling, attention-whore of a mutt had just bumped his hand and made him send the text he’d been debating sending for the last hour.

Actually, he’d already decided not to send it. It was a Friday night. That was a bad time to start texting with someone. First of all, it made him look like a loser for not having plans on a Friday night already. And second, it probably made it sound like a booty call text.

And third, he was currently texting a psychic, so she was probably going to read straight through any subtext right to the heart of what he was saying.

Hey, Serafine. Sebastian Dorner here. Via gave me your number. Would you want to get together for a cup of coffee sometime?

Translation: I have a major crush on your friend, and my reasons for reaching out to you are so fucking cobwebbed in my brain that I probably should never have sent this text.

Sebastian tossed his phone aside like he’d just discovered it was made of acid. Those things were freaking dangerous. He resolved, for the forty millionth time, that Matty was not going to get a cell phone until he was at least eighteen. A cell phone needed to be handled with even more caution than a car did.

He grabbed the remote and turned on the Yanks to try to get his mind off the text. Crabby inched just a bit farther into his lap, blinking up at him with big, innocent eyes.

It was a badbadbad idea to go on a date with Fin. If she even said yes. Sure, she was gorgeous. She was model pretty and had all that wild black hair and the mystical thing down pat. But that was most likely just going to fluster the hell out of him. He was sure he was going to accidentally talk about Via too much. And his crush would be even more obvious than it probably already was.

He let his mind circle back around to one very interesting piece of information he’d recently learned. Via DeRosa was twenty-seven. Not twenty-four, like he’d been assuming. Did that matter? It was only a three-year difference, so it shouldn’t really matter. But here Sebastian was, texting a thirty-year-old woman for a date, and that was only three years’ difference from twenty-seven. Ugh. His math didn’t make sense. He knew that. He knew he was highlighting certain rules and crossing out others. But it didn’t have to be airtight logic, he reminded himself. The simple fact was that Via was too young for him. Completely different stage of life.