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316 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 8, 2022
I give him a pointed look, and his lips twitch. “There’s no such thing as luck.”
“You’ve said that before,” I say, rolling my eyes as my body relaxes.
Arguing with Jared is familiar territory. I feel much more comfortable bickering than trying to process and accept compliments from him.
“And you should’ve listened the first time,” he says, his lips curving up into a devastating smile “Take it from a man who makes millions of dollars every year from people who believe in luck.”
He’s speaking with an older man wearing a tuxedo, a top hat, and a monocle. I can’t even make this shit up. I’m half-tempted to walk over and ask him if he has any get-out-of-jail-free
cards for me in the Community Chest.
“It’s a grim reminder that you will never love me the way you loved him.” Of course, she wouldn’t, fuck-face. My father was the love of her life. We lost him suddenly and unexpectedly to a heart attack thirteen years ago, and neither of us have fully moved on.
“Well, Sophie Jameson, are you stalking me?” I ask, arching a brow.
“Oh, no. I’m asking the questions here, buddy,” she says in that same drunken drawl. “You ruined my life.”
“Is that a question?” I ask, tilting my head to study her
If I had my way, I would stay in bed today. All day. I would’ve left a fresh supply of adult diapers on my nightstand so I wouldn’t even have to get out of bed to pee. Seriously.
“I feel like the luckiest man alive right now.” She freezes, and I lift my head to meet her wide blue eyes. “You don’t believe in luck.”
“Oh, Red,” I say, shaking my head. “I do now.”
“Nothing can excuse the way I treated you. I let old hurts dictate my thoughts and actions, and for that, I am sorry. My heart told me to trust you, but my head got in the way. I hope to have the chance to make it up to you. To prove I’m better than that. To prove I’ll never hurt you like that again.”
“But I’m wearing my little black dress,” blurts out before I can stop it.
He stills for a second before straightening and turning to face me once more. Tearing the check from the booklet, he holds it out to the woman without taking his eyes off me.
“Am I supposed to know what that means?”
“It’s my lucky dress,” I say as if that was the dumbest question I’d ever heard.
“There’s no such thing as luck.”
I rear back as if stricken. “No such thing…?”
He looks at me, one corner of his mouth tugging up. “What do you mean, weird? You’re only having breakfast with your boss, a man you detest, after passing out drunk in his car and sleeping in his bed with his unlucky cat.”
“I want you here, with me. Always. I want to go to bed with you at night and wake up with you in the morning. I want to cook you breakfast before I leave for work, and have your beautiful face be the first thing I see when I walk in the door after a long day. I want that, always, and one day
soon, I’ll ask you to be my wife and make it permanent.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Ava calls out.
“Or anything she would,” Zoey follows up.