The Last Days of Lilah Goodluck Read Online Kylie Scott

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
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“Your wife adores me. She won’t believe a word you say.”

“Is that what you tell yourself?” asks Shane. “Interesting.”

Alistair grunts.

“We don’t get to meet Alistair’s special friends until after he’s been dating them for a while,” says Shane. “Usually about a month. It’s one of his rules.”

“Lilah and I are just friends,” says Alistair. “We’re not dating.”

“But he’s been talking about you so much we couldn’t wait.”

I smile and nod. “This is all very fascinating. Tell me more about these rules.”

“He has so many of them,” says Shane. “Where to even begin?”

“Not another word,” Alistair warns.

Shane gives me a wink.

Gael clears his throat. “Back to what I was saying. I’ve given it some thought, and I believe it’s his rigid life view that tanks his relationships.”

“Nari said he was so serious all the time,” adds Shane. “But I made her laugh.”

“Yes,” says Alistair. “I can see her laughing at you. That makes sense.”

Shane smiles. “He messed up and I got a chance with the woman of my dreams. But Nari and I aren’t the only ones he’s brought together under the banner of true love.”

“Lilah already knows about the matchmaker bullshit,” says Alistair. He cracks his neck and scowls his heart out. Never has a man been treated so badly. Not even Sisyphus with his boulder had to tolerate this shit.

“Yeah, but just out of interest. How many weddings have you been to where you not only dated the bride but were directly responsible for introducing the couple?” asks Gael. “I know you have at least two or three godchildren because of just this sort of situation.”

“I have nothing further to add to the topic.” At which point Alistair rises and makes for the nearest exit.

Gael grins in victory.

As nice as it is seeing Alistair with his friends, there’s something on my mind. “What did he, um, tell you about me? Just out of curiosity.”

“That you almost hit his Aston Martin,” says Gael, filling a plate with food.

Shane nods in agreement. “We heard a lot about that.”

“And also about the witch, the predictions, and everything else. We might have been a little worried you were messing with him,” says Gael. “You can see how we would think that, right?”

I wince. “Yeah.”

“But you didn’t sell him out.” Shane shrugs. “You had the opportunity, and you didn’t take it.”

I have the distinct feeling they’ve discussed all of this in depth. Of course, I’m glad they care about their friend. But it can be awkward when you know you’ve been the topic of debate. Or maybe that’s just me and my delicate feelings.

“You forgot your drink.” Alistair returns with my glass of champagne.

I smile. “Thank you.”

“Here you go, Lilah,” says Gael, handing me a plate heaped high with food. Tamales, rice, guacamole, corn, and salsa too.

“Whoa.” My mouth is watering. “It smells amazing.”

Alistair’s brows draw together. “What are you doing?”

“Hmm?” asks Gael.

“You know what I mean.”

“What are you talking about?” Gael is the picture of innocence. “I’m just trying to make our guest feel welcome.”

“My guest.”

“Right. Your guest. That’s what I said.”

If Alistair had death rays for eyes, Gael would most definitely be singed. Which would be a pity. He’s both a handsome and charming man who knows how to put a plate of food together. Three things I appreciate.

“You’re sort of intense about this one, aren’t you?” asks Gael. “This friend, I mean.”

Nothing from Alistair.

“These assholes are always competing. Just ignore them like I do.” Shane takes the game control to free up my hands for food. He sinks back against the couch with an easygoing smile. “What do you think of the place, Lilah?”

“The house?” I ask. “I think it’s great.”

“Sure,” says Gael. “If you enjoy a sterile gray stone environment more suited to being a supervillain’s secret hideout than a home.”

I manage not to laugh. But only just.

“She already gave me shit about not having finished unpacking, then started sorting the library.” Alistair sits beside me and steals a tamale off my plate. So rude. Though, to be fair, there’s a lot of food.

“I did not give you shit,” I say with a disdainful sniff. “I just ever so slightly questioned some of your life choices.”

“Is that what you call it?”

“He let you touch his stuff?” Shane picks up his cell and shoots off another text. “Nari needs to know about this. What else happened, Lilah?”

Filling your mouth with food is an excellent stall tactic when you don’t know what to say. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.

Shane’s cell chimes and he smiles. “Nari’s reminding me of the interior decorator you dated. The one who tried to get you to fix this place.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my house,” says Alistair. “It doesn’t need fixing.”

“I’ve always admired you for your inflexibility.” Gael waves his fork in the air. “Have I ever mentioned that?”


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