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regarded her for a minute in the way he often did. She was sure he could read a person just as he did the cards. It could be a tad disconcerting—which it definitely was now.
    “Oh, I think you have a prospect in mind.”
    As he’d been doing all day, Vittorio popped into her mind. But it couldn’t be him. She hadn’t met a man who was less interested in her. Heck, his feelings went beyond disinterest straight to dislike.
    Philippe didn’t wait for her to respond. He turned the card at the top of the cross. “Well, surprise, surprise. There he is.”
    Erika peered down at the card that had appeared in every one of her readings over the past two months—and in the first reading all those months ago. The card depicted a regal-looking man with long blond hair riding a white horse and carrying a sword straight in the air. A prince headed into battle.
    “Your blond-haired, dark-eyed prince.” Philippe sighed as if the beautiful man was real and standing right in front of them.
    “Are you sure?” Erika still had doubts about the reality of this person. She certainly hadn’t met anyone who fit that description…well, except her new neighbor. And while he did fit the look, he didn’t fit anything else.
    Philippe nodded, staring at the card. “This man is your soul mate. He’s right here in the layout, as clear as day. A dark-eyed prince. Right there above you.” He tapped the card below the knight, the card that represented her. But she didn’t see that card. She only heard Philippe’s words.
    Right there above you.
    Vittorio was literally above her apartment. But was she honestly supposed to be with Vittorio? And how the heck was she going to do that? He’d literally dismissed her last night. Dismissed her and then walked away without a backward glance. Not an auspicious start for soul mates, in her opinion.

Chapter 4
    A s Erika stepped out of the psychic’s shop, she felt irrationally upset with Philippe and his reading. Which was hardly fair to him. He didn’t make the future, he just foretold it.
    Besides, what had she wanted him to say? She wouldn’t lie to herself, and claim she wanted no love interest in her future. Maybe she just wanted the fair-haired, dark-eyed prince he’d seen over and over to turn into a knight with dark hair and pale eyes, just to rule out her boorish upstairs neighbor.
    But no, Philippe couldn’t even give her that. And now her prince was right above her , no less. All signs seemed to point to Vittorio. All signs, except the ones where he seemed to like her.
    She sighed and headed toward her favorite bookstore, dying for one of the caramel lattes they made in the little café in the back. Decaf, because frankly her agitated body really didn’t need any more stimulation. And her headache wasn’t going anywhere soon—caffeine or no.
    At least Philippe had assured her the art show was going to be a huge event. She should be focusing on that.
    But no. She was focusing on a potential love interest who blatantly wasn’t interested.
    Lost, once again, in the rehashing of last night’s encounter, she rounded the corner onto St. Louis Street and ran pretty much face first into another pedestrian. Right into his broad, very hard chest.
    Stumbling backward, she immediately began to mumble her apologies while rubbing her nose. Damn, he had a seriously muscular chest.
    But her words halted on her lips as she looked up at the man. Thick, black hair, chiseled, truly magnificent features, and striking pale green eyes. She knew she was gaping, but the man was stunning. Hadn’t she just wished to meet a dark-haired, pale-eyed man—well, she’d thought knight, but this was weird enough. Armor would have just made it way too eerie.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes locking with hers, intent and more than a little unnerving.
    Erika dropped the hand still at her nose and nodded. “Fine. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
    “Well, it’s hard to see around corners,” he said