The Fool (Welcome to the Circus #7) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Welcome to the Circus Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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My brothers, all seven of them, looked at me like I was a blotch of mud on their crisp white shirts.

“You literally just got there.” Quincy, my eldest brother, and part of a triplet set, said.

Quincy, Quinn and Quaid were the triplets.

Then there was Auden and Atlas, the first twin set. Then there was my sister Addison and I. Followed by Gable and Garrett.

Every last one of them but me were military.

Quincy, Quinn, and Quaid had been in the Marines. Auden and Atlas were Navy. My twin sister, Addison, as well as Gable and Garret were all Air Force.

The only one still an active member of the military, though, was Addison.

The rest of them had retired and started working at Dallas Police Department.

Then there was me. A nurse. Though, I was a badass who worked as a flight nurse, so there was that.

“I actually have to go,” I admitted. “Gable, it was really great to see you. Please try not to die while you are undercover.”

Gable flipped me off.

But I wasn’t joking.

When he’d decided to go undercover six months ago, I’d had a mini panic attack because five years ago, Garrett, his twin brother, had been undercover, too. Only, Garrett had gotten stabbed while undercover, and it was a huge shit show that literally almost killed him.

Had there not been a baby doc in the hospital that day willing to go against the grain, my brother would literally be dead.

“I’m serious, y’all,” I said as I gathered the rest of my things. “This isn’t a joking matter. I don’t want to get a call from any of y’all’s lieutenants again saying that something happened and I need to get to the hospital.”

All seven of my brothers looked chagrinned at that.

“We’ll be safe.” Quincy promised. “Go before you’re late.”

I went before I was late.

• • •

Literally, there was nothing worse than an airport.

Even though I had TSA Pre-Check, it never failed that the TSA Pre-Check wasn’t available when I needed to use it.

That was why I was standing in line with about a thousand other people trying to get through security when I literally went through a whole bunch of trouble to get the bullshit TSA Pre-Check.

I’d had to take a day off of work. I’d had to drive an hour—though literally anywhere you went in Dallas, Texas was an hour, no matter if it was just around the corner or not—to the office where it was being done. I had sat there for over two hours, because what was the point of making a stupid freaking appointment? Then, I’d had to wait forever to get the dang thing approved because there was ‘something wrong with my fingerprints’ and I had to go redo them.

Literally, so much work.

And then this.

What a letdown.

“This is a freakin’ joke,” I heard the man behind me mutter.

I looked up and froze.

I’d been standing in front of the man for a solid thirty minutes now and hadn’t looked behind me once.

Now I was staring at the god of all gods, and barely managing to bring breath into my starving lungs.

“Um, what?” I asked.

“This stupid, fucking line.” He looked down at me. “Sorry, I don’t usually cuss in front of strangers. But this line… I have a plane to board in an hour, and this line is moving as slow as freezing cold molasses.”

I snorted. “What’s even worse, is that I spent an entire month getting Pre-Check, and then I get here, thinking I’ll finally get to use it, and they have the stupid TSA Pre-Check line down.”

His eyes came to me, and I nearly collapsed.

Bright blue. Like Travis Fimmel from The Vikings, blue.

Just. Like. Mine.

I’d never met anyone with eyes like mine, but this man had them, and they were… gorgeous.

They were the prettiest things I’d ever seen.

And I’d seen a lot of pretty things in my twenty-nine years of life.

“That does suck pretty bad,” he agreed. “I’ve looked into it, but since I haven’t flown commercial all that much, I didn’t see a reason to get it. But I’ve heard Global Entry is the way to go, anyway.”

I’d heard the same, but since all of my flights were in the Continental US, and Global Entry was for people that liked to go outside of the country, there was no reason to go that far.

But then again, maybe it would’ve been way easier to obtain at this point.

The Global Entry line was definitely working and flowing for that matter.

“Maybe that’s what I should’ve done,” I grumbled.

I tried to turn away, but I got caught up in checking out the rest of him.

He was tall. Just as tall as my brothers, easily.

He had messy, shoulder-length dark hair—a mix between black and brown. More of a coffee color, which I was addicted to in its own right. He had a close-cropped beard that showed off a set of dimples—even though he wasn’t really smiling. And his skin.


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