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1st book Going Down - 3.25 stars

You win,” I say. “Your memory is better than mine.”
“I won the moment you came into my life, Marion.” His eyes are huge and dark. The blue has turned almost black. “I think you deserve a happy ending,” I say. “Being with you is my happy ending.” “Don’t be so literal, jerkface diner guy,” I say.

He holds me as if I’m the most valuable thing on the planet. And he holds me like I’m his. “I should have done this the first time you walked into my diner two years ago,” he says. “That might have been odd, us naked with you on top of me, especially since I walked in that day during the lunch rush.”

Do you need CPR?” He shakes his head. “That’s good because I don’t actually know CPR, but you’re awfully blue. Should I pound on your chest?”
“I’m fine,” he gasps, finally. “My testicles are tucked away next to my appendix now, but I’m fine.” I feel guilty about kicking him. I hope the damage isn’t permanent. I was planning on using that part of his anatomy.

We won’t talk about any of it. However, if we happen to win the lottery tonight, we get married in the morning.” I explode with laughter. It’s the best belly laugh I’ve had in years. “If we win the lottery? We have more of a chance of getting hit by lightning twice in one spot,” I giggle. “So it’s a deal?” He puts a hand out, and I shake it. “Deal.

I might have a little crush.”
“I knew that already, Marion.”
“Okay. Okay. We might have kissed.” Raine points at my lips. “You think? They’re swollen to twice their normal size.”
“Fine. We almost did it. We were close. Oh wow, was I almost close.

Sex in a broken elevator. Talk about some crazy-ass foreplay. But I don’t care. Gone is the worry about carpet-carrying diseases. Gone is the claustrophobia. Gone are the concerns about friends becoming lovers. Gone, even, is the certainty that if I don’t get to a bathroom on the double, I’m going to pee in my pants.

We lock eyes. He’s got a magical thing going on with his eyeballs where he’s speaking to me through them. It’s like some kind of Vulcan mind meld thing but instead of Dr. Spock, it’s sexy diner owner psychic communication. I take another bite of pie without breaking our eye contact . I can’t break away. He’s got me in his tractor beam of hotness.

I clutch my lucky silver dollar firmly in my hand. I don’t want to give it up, but this wish is really important, and I can’t leave it up to chance. I’m down to my last two hundred bucks. I’m a month behind in my rent, and I’m in pain from giving myself my own bikini wax in order to save money. Nothing can get between me and this wish coming true.