Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
No matter how many times I tell myself to think before I speak I don’t. I’m honestly not trying to make sure people stay out of arm's reach, it just happens that way. I should give myself a pat on the back for not snapping at the pretty-boy bartender.
For so long I didn’t really have to worry about being harsh or off-putting. I had Bastian, and we’ve always worked as a team. He’s the nice relatable one that can talk to anyone in a room. I prefer to keep my head down and work while he handles the people. I make sure everything is always on track—well, at least I used to.
Bastian has always been a good man, but Lux made him something more. He and I both got lost in our jobs after we lost our mom. It was easier to keep busy than to have to face the grief. But the problem is, I’m no longer busy, and he’s got Lux.
Bastian went off and quit, which was the right thing to do, after finally realizing he was working himself into an early grave for a company that didn’t give a shit about him. Now the place is going to crumble without him, and neither of us has crazy work hours anymore. All his time is being spent with his new wife, and family means everything to the both of them. We all have that in common, but now I’m stuck in this weird limbo of not having anything to do.
The plan is to open up our own office since we already have clients banging down the door. Along with the wedding, we’re supposed to be taking a much-needed break before we jump back into that. The problem is I don’t need a break. I need something to do before I go out of my mind sitting inside my condo alone with Thor. He’s enjoying all my extra time at home because it means more belly rubs for him.
“Here you go.” I turn back around as the bartender places my drink in front of me. “Anything else I can get you, sweetheart?”
“Selma,” I correct him. Damn it, why did I tell him my name?
“Selma?” he repeats. “You don’t look like a Selma.” Is he really trying to flirt with me?
“And what does a Selma look like?” I pick up my drink and take a sip. He’s right, he does make a good old-fashioned, but I’m not about to tell him.
“Gray-haired and in sequins. You’re far from that, sweetheart.” I open my mouth, but before I can get a word out, an arm touches my elbow.
“Are you being good?” Bastian lifts an eyebrow, and at the sight of my brother, the bartender makes himself busy.
“I think so.” I shrug and take another sip of my drink. “I’m not going to hurt anyone.” I give him my sweetest smile, and Bastian lets out a deep chuckle.
“Go be with your bride,” I tell him.
“We have a dance later,” he reminds me.
“Wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
He drops a kiss on the top of my head before he goes right back to Lux’s side. In all my life I’ve never seen a love as deep and sweet as theirs. For the first time in my life I found myself longing for a connection like theirs.
Even Lux and her best friend Juno are super close to each other. They have a bond I’ve never formed with anyone before, and I wonder if I’m broken. I should be dating, and I should have a best friend. I’ve never had a girls’ night out or been to a slumber party. Do they have dating apps for friends? Then again, every man I’ve met though the Love Connection app has been a major bust.
When I finish off my drink, I set my glass down on the bar to go people watch. Every time my eyes drift around the reception they always land on one person.
Luca Cross.
He’s my new sister-in-law's older brother. Lux has Luca, and the oldest is Cooper. Cooper’s a straight-laced, no-nonsense cop. Luca is the polar opposite even now with how he has people all around him laughing. They hang on to his every word while Cooper looks like he’s been chewing gravel all night. It could be the dress Juno has on, but that’s just a guess from the way he’s glaring at it.
Luca is laid back without a care in the freaking world. So much so he almost missed his sister's wedding. Why do the men I find attractive always end up being self-centered assholes? It really is a curse.
I brush another one of my unruly curls from out of my face. As annoyed as I am at him, I can’t stop watching him. He reminds me of some kind of superhero with a big body all over, with muscled arms and legs. He’s casual even in his expensive tux, and I’m annoyed by the loose tie around his neck. His jacket is long gone, and his sleeves are unbuttoned and rolled up. The veins in his arms stand out, and I hate how hot it is seeing the lines along his tanned skin. I really need to get it together.