For those in the Wolfpack who’ve been around for a while, you know how much I ADORE Lisa Scott’s Flirts series. These are brilliantly written short stories that just make you want more, more, more. They’re so creative and packed with fun and uniqueness.
I’m thrilled to introduce you to one story from her bundle: Magic Flirts. This one is called Dream Guy (Loved it!) and you can Add it to your Cart here or Buy the Whole Bundle here. (You’re going to want to buy the whole bundle, trust me on this one!)
And when you’re done reading, why not drop by Lisa’s website and see what other goodness she has to offer. Oh, and do me a favor. Beg her to write more Flirts. I need them!
Enjoy!
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“Hottie at two o’clock coming our way,” Lara told me as we hugged the end of the bar.
“Hope he’s coming for you,” I said.
“Better not be, ‘cause I’m quite happy with Chuck.”
“For today,” I said with a smirk.
“Very true.” She finished her drink. “I’m headed for the ladies room.”
Before I could follow her, the cute, dark-haired guy Lara had spotted found me. He smiled and said, “Since I’ve been watching you all night, the least I can do is buy you a drink.”
A year ago, I would’ve said sure and tossed my hair over my shoulder. Instead, I told him, “You don’t want to buy me a drink.”
He looked confused. “I’m pretty sure I do.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “My last boyfriend disappeared at sea. The guy before that was in a car accident and suffered complete memory loss. And the one before that was transferred to Hong Kong a month after we started dating. I don’t want to involve you in my curse. Honestly, I probably shouldn’t even go out to bars anymore.”
He looked at me, then laughed. “Funny.”
“I wish it were a joke. Who knows what will happen to you if we go out a few times? Beheading in a helicopter accident? Flattened in a bridge collapse?”
He blinked at me a few times and stepped back. “So, have a nice night, then.” He quickly returned to his group of buddies.
Lara returned, too, and gave me a look. “You scared him off, didn’t you?”
“I was doing him a favor. A leopard at the zoo would probably end up attacking him if he went out with me. The fates of my boyfriends keep getting worse.”
Lara rubbed her temples. “Just because you keep having a dream where you marry the same guy—a guy you’ve never seen in real life, by the way—doesn’t mean you shouldn’t date other people.”
“The universe is clearly trying to keep me single for him.” Maybe I was going to meet him soon. That could explain why each new guy was being dispatched so quickly and efficiently. Perhaps my dream guy was getting closer after all these years.
Lara took a deep, slow breath. We’d been friends since fourth grade, and she knew some of my dreams came true. I’m not saying I’m psychic, but in fifth grade, I dreamed our teacher broke her leg. Two days later, she came in with a cast up to her thigh, and a tale about falling off a ladder while painting her house.
Lara had been wide-eyed with interest when I told her about my prophetic dream. My mom? Not so much. So I never told Mom about any other dreams. But Lara was always there to listen without judging, although she thought it was downright spooky six months later when I dreamed about the fire that destroyed an abandoned church in our town. And in seventh grade, when my dream came true about my cousin getting into a car crash. Then, freshman year in college, I had my first dream about Blake. I didn’t know for sure if that was his name, but that’s what I called him. In the dream, he stood at the altar, smiling and waiting for me.
He was tall and a bit leaner than the guys I usually went for. Generally, I had a rule that I needed to be able to fit into my guys’ jeans, and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to get Blake’s jeans over my hips. Surprisingly, he was a redhead. Not my type, really. I preferred dark-haired guys. But from the dimple in his chin and the gleam in his eyes, I imagined him as hilarious and kind, and that I would somehow grow to love this guy with short, spiky, bright red hair and a matching goatee. He was handsome, but just not who I thought I’d marry. Still, I’d had that dream dozens of times. It never changed.
I shrugged. “Seriously, Lara. Why bother dating anymore? I’m just waiting for Blake.”
“Kim, you don’t know for sure he’s the guy you’re going to marry.” I opened my mouth to protest, but she held up a hand. “I know. It’s one of your shiny dreams, and the shiny ones always come true. But maybe you’re going to be in a movie about a wedding.”
“I’m not an actress,” I protested.
“Maybe you will be. Maybe it’s dinner theatre. Or maybe he’s the groom, but you’re just a bridesmaid in someone else’s wedding. Like mine. Maybe I’m supposed to marry him.”
“What about Chuck?” I asked sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes. “You’ve never seen yourself in the dream, right?”
“True, but it feels like I’m the bride. And he’s looking at me like he’s mentally undressing me.”
She made a face. “Maybe he’s just a shit marrying someone else while checking out the wedding party.”
I finished my drink and pushed the glass aside. “I’m just taking a break from the dating scene for a while. David disappeared at sea, and unless he washed up on a fabulous tropical island somewhere, something really bad happened to him. It’s rather traumatic. I’m just going to read romance novels instead of looking for love. That way, no one will get hurt.”
