Running into Love Read online Aurora Rose Reynolds (Fluke My Life #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Drama, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fluke My Life Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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“I thought you were going to kill me,” I defend myself, hearing him chuckle as the light turns green and he presses the gas.

“I thought about it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I also thought about a couple other things,” he says, and I wonder what those things were, but I don’t have enough guts to ask him.

“Did you have a good night at work?” I ask instead, then wish I hadn’t, because he’s obviously a homicide detective and I can’t imagine any part of that being good. “Sorry, that was a stupid question. Ignore me.”

“It’s all right.” He turns his head toward me and smiles. “Can’t say it was a good night, but there is always a little bit of satisfaction involved when I bring someone to justice.”

“Did you . . . I mean, did you bring someone to justice tonight?”

“Yeah, but now I have a new case to solve.”

“The guy who killed the prostitute?” I ask softly, watching his expression change in the green lights coming off the dash.

“Yeah.” He nods once, and his fist tightens on the steering wheel.

“It must be difficult witnessing firsthand the worst parts of humanity, day after day.”

“It’s not easy,” he agrees, and I wrap my hands together in my lap to keep from reaching over and touching him in some way. To assure him that what he’s doing is important and appreciated. “I’ll drop you girls off out front, then go find parking,” he says, and I pull my eyes from him and realize we have already reached our block.

“Sure, thanks again.” I give him a small smile as he pulls up in front of our apartment building and I unhook my seat belt.

“Yeah, thanks for the ride,” Libby and Mac say.

I open my door and hop down, slamming my door as he says, “No problem.”

Heading to the building, I punch in the code for the door and let my sisters in ahead of me. “Um, how are we going to get into your apartment?” Mac asks as we head up the stairs to my place.

“My hidden key,” I tell her, walking across the open space between Levi’s apartment and mine. Bending, I lift the corner of the mat in front of my door and pull off the spare key I taped there when I moved in.

“That’s not very safe.” Libby eyes the key as I peel it off the tape.

“The building’s safe, and only tenants have the code for the front door.”

“Still, Dad would kill you if he knew you had a key hidden under your mat.”

“Dad will never know.” I shove the key in the lock and push the door open. “Hey, baby, did you miss us?” I smile at Muffin, who greets us with her tail wagging a hundred miles an hour. Giving her some love, I pat her head, then walk around her. “Let Mama change; then I’ll take you out to potty.”

“Yeah, and when you come back, you can tell us about Levi,” Mac says, dropping to the couch. Muffin climbs up next to her, pushing her head under Mac’s hand.

“There’s nothing to tell,” I mutter to myself, kicking off my heels before taking Levi’s jacket off and laying it across the end of my bed carefully. Pulling the dress off over my head, I roll it into a ball, then head for the bathroom, where I toss the stupid thing in the trash.

“There is some serious chemistry going on between you and Mr. Officer,” Libby informs me as she leans against the bathroom door while I grab a makeup removal wipe and start to scrub my face clean.

“He’s just a nice guy.” Shrugging off the look she gives me, I pick up my hairbrush, then drop it back to the top of the counter and grab a hair tie instead and tie my hair into a ponytail. As soon as I’m done, I look at her in the mirror. “I’m not interested.”

“Sure, you’re not,” she says sarcastically, stepping out of my way so I can leave the bathroom.

“It’s the truth,” I grumble, opening my closet and grabbing a pair of my favorite sweats off the top shelf, then a tank top from my drawer. I put both on quickly before slipping on my Toms.

“If you say so.” She turns and leaves the room. Biting my tongue to keep from replying, I head for the living room behind her and watch as she flops down on the couch next to Mac.

“I think he likes you,” Mac says, and Libby agrees as she kicks off her heels.

Ignoring both of them, I open the closet next to the front door and grab my windbreaker and Muffin’s leash.

“Ready?” I ask my girl, who is already waiting at the door, looking at me like I need to hurry up. As she wags her tail in reply, I attach her leash, then look toward the couch. “I’ll be right back.”


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