Stumbling Into Love Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds (Fluke My Life #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fluke My Life Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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“Mac, I want you to meet my partner, Wesley. Wesley, this is Fawn’s sister, Mac. Or Mackenzie.”

“Partner?” I whisper, staring at him while he stares back. I have no idea what to do. It’s so awkward after the way we left each other.

“Are you okay?” Fawn asks, touching my arm.

This snaps me out of it. I pull my gaze from Wesley’s to look at her.

“Yeah.” I blink and shake my head. “Sorry.”

I look at Wesley—or more accurately, I look at his ear—and mutter, “Sorry. It’s nice to meet you.”

I don’t offer to shake his hand. I don’t know what would happen if we were to touch again.

“You too,” he says.

I can hear the anger in his tone, and I fight back a cringe. I turn to face Fawn again.

“Mom said it’s time to get stuff set up so everyone can eat soon,” I remind her.

“Crap! The turkey!” she blurts out, turning to Levi. She rises up on tiptoe so she can kiss his cheek. “Get Wesley a beer,” she tells him. She looks at Wesley. “I’m glad you could come.”

“Thanks,” Wesley replies.

She smiles at him, then grabs my hand. “I need your help.”

“Sure.”

I follow her out of Levi’s place, breathing a sigh of relief that I wasn’t forced to be around Wesley for much longer. He fills me with too many mixed emotions.

I don’t know if I want to curl myself up against his chest or kick him in the shin. Who am I kidding? I definitely want to do both.

Chapter 3

MINE!

WESLEY

Grinding my teeth, I fight the urge to walk across the room and kiss the woman who has been haunting me for the last week. I can’t get her out of my head no matter how many times I kick my own ass all over the place. I still want her when I know I shouldn’t. She’s made it perfectly clear by taking off on me twice without looking back that she doesn’t want anything more from me. Unfortunately, my dick hasn’t gotten that memo.

Pulling my eyes from her, I try to focus on what Aiden is saying. Aiden, who also happens to be her dad. Fuck . . . How the hell did I end up in this situation?

I try to think by running my hand through my hair. I obviously had no idea when my partner, Levi, invited me over for Thanksgiving that I would be spending the day with Mackenzie’s family. If I had known that, I wouldn’t have shown.

Who the hell am I kidding? Of course I would have come—because I’m a fucking idiot who enjoys self-inflicted torture. There is something about Mackenzie, or Mac, as her family calls her, that I can’t get out of my head. It’s not that she’s beautiful, even though she is. No, it’s something else. She’s a mystery I want to solve. I want to find out what kind of woman she really is. Is she the sex kitten I met the first night, or the sporty girl standing a few feet away from me now, wearing worn jeans that fit her like a second skin and a long-sleeve top with the Mets logo on the front of it?

Taking a swig from my beer, I lock eyes with her. Her cheeks get pink across the room before she looks away. When her sister Fawn introduced us earlier, I could tell she was shocked to see me—and worried I’d disclose that we had met before, which annoys me since that’s exactly what I wanted to do.

I wanted to kiss her, to touch her in some way. But I had to hold myself back from doing just that. I have never felt a connection to another woman like the one I feel with her. Yes, the sex was unbelievable. The best I’ve ever had, but that’s not why I want her.

There’s something vulnerable about her, and that vulnerability calls to the protector in me. From the first moment I saw her in the bar, looking alone and lost, I gravitated to her. Then, after spending two hours talking and laughing with her, I knew I wanted more. More of her laughter, more of her wit, and more of her time. A hell of a lot more time. Which is why I chased after her when I woke up alone after the night we shared.

Feeling her eyes on me once more, I look at her again. I see a hint of arousal that she tries to hide, but it’s too late. I see it there, calling to me like a beacon. I don’t understand her at all. One minute she’s looking at me like she wants to rip off my clothes. The next she’s trying to get away from me as quickly as possible. Another mystery I need to solve.

“So what do you think?” Aiden asks.


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