Lydia shook her head vehemently, her already pale face going white as her hand - which she hadn’t realized she’d wrapped around Harmon’s upper arm - tightened. She had no idea how much Harmon actually knew about her abilities, but while it wasn’t a secret Lydia wasn’t interested in talking about it with a stranger. Not before she’d explained to Harmon, and definitely in the middle of a very public coffee house surrounded by women who looked like they wanted to kill her.
Harmon cleared his throat noisily, “Carnation, that’s a bit personal, don’t you think?”
“Is it too personal to ask what she’s doing with a scrubby scrapper like you, then?” Carnation asked, quickly changing tack, grinning when Harmon scowled at this new inquiry.
“You know, Macgruder across the way asked almost exactly th
