Tossed Into Love Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds (Fluke My Life #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fluke My Life Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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Chapter 2

ARE YOU . . . ARE YOU BEING NICE TO ME?

LIBBY

I stick my head into Palo’s office and smile when his eyes meet mine. I watch his full lips tip up into a grin. Palo is a gorgeous Puerto Rican man with dark hair, caramel-colored skin, and brown eyes that look almost golden in the bright lights of the salon. He’s one of the nicest men I’ve ever met—and beyond talented. He’s been featured in tons of fashion magazines and newspapers for his work as a stylist. As young as he is—only thirty-three—he’s made a name for himself with not only the who’s who of Manhattan but with movie and Broadway stars alike. People book months in advance to have his magical hands in their hair.

“You off, love?” He swivels his chair around so he’s closer to me.

“Yep. My last client just left,” I tell him as I slip on my coat over a black button-up shirt with a frilly neckline and long, flowing sleeves that I wore over black skinny jeans and black pointy-toed booties with a slim three-inch heel.

“How’s your sister’s boyfriend doing?”

My fingers pause on the buttons of my coat. Two nights ago when I went out with Mackenzie and Fawn for the art show, Fawn’s boyfriend, Levi—a police detective—was shot. Thankfully he’s okay, but it was still very unnerving to see my sister worried out of her mind that she might lose the love of her life. I also learned earlier that evening the secret Mackenzie had been keeping from not only me but from everyone. She’s been secretly seeing Levi’s partner, Wesley. Mackenzie told us that they met at a bar just before Thanksgiving, when her actual date stood her up. They hooked up that night and then again a few days later; both times she made some assumptions about him and took off, thinking she’d never see him again. Then he showed up on Thanksgiving, having no idea that his partner’s girlfriend was Mackenzie’s sister. I guess after that, like they say, the rest is history. Now my family knows about them. Mom is, of course, over the moon that not only one but two of her daughters are actually dating living, breathing men who have the potential to put rings on their fingers and give her grandbabies to dote on.

“Hey.”

I feel a hand on my arm, and I snap myself back into the present and blink at Palo.

“Sorry. Yes, he’s okay. He’s actually doing great,” I murmur.

His head tips to the side, and his eyes scan my face as I finish up the buttons on my coat.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little tired.” Actually, I’m not really tired—even though I should be. All day I’ve felt as if I drank too much coffee; my whole body is wired with adrenaline and anxiety. Tonight I start helping out at Tony’s Pizzeria—much to the dismay of Antonio, who wasn’t very happy when I called to tell him I would be in this evening. Still, he didn’t tell me not to come, which goes to show how badly he needs the help right now.

“You need to relax more,” Palo chides gently.

I grab my bag from the drawer, then lean over to kiss his scruffy jaw.

“My next full day off, I’m not moving from the couch.” This is not a lie. Whenever I have an entire day off, I spend it in sweats, on the couch, watching whatever scary movies I can find and eating nothing but junk food.

“Good. And I expect you out for drinks soon. I also have someone I want you to meet.”

Oh lord.

“Palo . . . ,” I sigh.

“It will be casual. Promise.” He smiles, trying to cover his lie.

With Palo, nothing is ever casual. He’s been trying forever to find a man for me.

“You are not setting me up again.”

“Why not?” he asks, sounding offended.

I wonder if I sounded just like him when I tried to set up Fawn with someone and she told me no.

“Because—”

“Because is not an answer, love.”

“It is!” I insist. “It’s my answer. That’s because the last time you set me up, the guy left me with a hundred-dollar tab at the bar. Or because the last time you set me up, the guy was old enough to be my father. Or because . . .”

“I get the point.” He shakes his head and grabs my hand, his lips tipping up into an amused grin for a moment before his expression turns serious. “You’re a beautiful woman, Libby. You’re young. You should be dating.”

I agree. I should be dating, but every single time I’ve gone out with a man in this city, it’s ended badly. The men I’ve dated either expect me to be really stupid or really easy, and I’m neither of those things. I might not know what I want to do with the rest of my life, but I do know that I want to be successful. I want to be more than just a pretty object on the arm of a man, and I don’t want to have casual sex with random men until I find The One. I want to share my body with someone I care about, and who cares about me. I simply have yet to find a guy who meets my criteria.


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