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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“Let’s go,” Libby says, grabbing my arm and dragging me with her.

“Hey, darlin’.” A giant of a man with tan skin, dark blond hair, and blue eyes greets Mac with a southern accent as soon as we reach the door.

“Hey, Tex, how’s it going tonight?” She smiles, tipping her head back as he leans down to press a kiss to her cheek. If his accent didn’t give away that he wasn’t from around here, his plaid button-up shirt, worn blue jeans, and cowboy boots would. Not many men in Manhattan could wear what he was wearing and look hot doing it.

“Been busy.” He smiles at her; then his eyes come to Libby and me and he asks, “These your sisters?”

“Yep. Libby and Fawn, meet Big Tex.” Mac waves her hand toward him, and he smiles.

“Nice to meet you,” Libby and I greet him in unison, and his smile turns into a grin, taking his look from hot to over-the-top hot.

“You, too, ladies.” He looks at Mac again and asks, “Have you been saving your money for the next home game?”

“No, but I already know where I’m going to spend yours.” She smiles, making him chuckle.

“Wanna raise the odds?” he questions, and her face lights up. Mac loves a good bet, and it seems this guy knows it.

“Name your price.”

“Dinner. I win, you cook, you win, I’ll pay,” he states, and she tilts her head back toward the night sky, then looks back at him.

“I look forward to eating on your dime.” She grins, and suddenly I feel bad for Tex, because clearly my sister has no idea that he is into her.

“We’ll see, darlin’. Now, go on in—it’s cold out,” he tells her, opening the door to the bar.

“Thanks, Tex,” she replies, heading inside, followed by Libby.

Getting up on my tiptoes, I press my hand to the hard wall of Tex’s chest so I don’t tip over in my heels, and his startled gaze comes to me. “Keep at her. She never sees what’s right in front of her,” I tell him, and his eyes narrow in a way that looks almost dangerous.

“I’m married,” he growls.

Blinking, I fall back on my heels and ask, “You’re married?”

“Very fucking married. To her friend.” He lifts his chin toward the door.

Oh shit. Whelp, I totally read that wrong.

“Oh,” I mumble under my breath, then nod and smile through my embarrassment, because what else can I do. “Keep up the good work, and congrats.” I pat his chest, then scurry inside, only to stop dead when I clear the door.

There are a lot of men and women inside, so many that the entire room is packed, but absolutely none of them are dressed up.

Not one.

“Well, this is awkward,” I mutter to myself, watching Mac and Libby head toward the back of the bar. Catching up with them, I press my lips together as they set their coats in an empty booth. “I think I’m just gonna leave my coat on,” I say when Mac turns toward me and holds out her hand, wiggling her fingers.

“You’re not leaving the coat on.”

“Did either of you happen to look around? No one is dressed up—not one person,” I cry, batting Libby’s hands away when she tries to untie the belt of my coat.

“It’s still early,” Libby informs me.

I look at her, then back to Mac, and ask, “Are you sure this costume party was scheduled for tonight?”

“Tonight’s Halloween. When else would it be?” She looks around. Following her gaze around the room, I stop on a poster behind the bar announcing the pimps and hoes party has been rescheduled for tomorrow night.

“We’re a day early,” I point out, and she looks around again and bites her bottom lip.

“So we’ll make the best of it and have a good time tonight,” Libby says, and I hope she knows that if it were possible she would be dead by now, lit on fire with the lasers I’m trying to shoot from my eyes. Unfortunately, she doesn’t read the threat.

“Do you know how ridiculous we look right now?” I ask, looking between the two. Mac, at least, has the decency to look apprehensive, but apparently Libby has set her mind on doing this, because she just raises a brow and wiggles her fingers in a silent command for me to give up my coat. “Well, then, you both are in for it, because I’m now going to drink away my embarrassment, which means you will both be responsible for making sure I get home safely or you can face Mom and Dad and explain to them why their favorite daughter was found dead dressed like a prostitute.”

Mac’s eyes narrow, and she yell-whispers, “I’m Mom and Dad’s favorite.”

Snorting, I shake my head no, then give in and slip off the coat.

“You both know I’m their favorite. I’m the baby,” Libby chimes in, tossing my coat onto hers and Mac’s in the booth.


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