“I think you mean leprechaun.”
“What?”
“Never mind.I’ll send the money right now.”
“Yep,” he grunts and hangs up.
No one hates phone calls more than that man, but, hey, he’s efficient.I can appreciate that.
And it’s really, really hard to be mad when he just saved my ass.
Lucky sits beside me, a steaming cup in his hand.I’m very aware of how little space there is between us.Everywhere we might touch.How easy it would be to close the gap.How much I want to.
“Please tell me that smile is for me.”
“Nope,” I say.“I’ve temporarily postponed my living problem.”
He clasps his chest.“Next time, lie to me.”
I don’t bother to hide my smile.
“I didn’t say it before, but thank you for the coffee.Maybe it’s the panic talking, but I don’t think it’s ever tasted this good before.”I put the empty cup aside.I fish the doughnut out of my belongings, groaning in pleasure as soon as I take a bite.“I haven’t had one of these in a year.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“I’ve been trying to get fit.”
Lucky’s gaze sweeps over me.“Bullshit.You’re gorgeous.What fun is being fit if you can’t eat?”
Oh, I want to wrap him up in a box and keep him.
“Wow, I finally found something that annoys you.”I don’t know what fountain of positivity he dipped himself in, but I need the address.
“It annoys me that your ex would make you feel bad about yourself.”
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Lucky stretches out beside me.His legs are so long, denim catching tight across his thighs.
“Does anyone ever tell you that you’re a know-it-all?”
He laughs, and it loosens the tightness in my chest.It’s so easy with him, easy in a way I’ve never felt in Chance.Like I belong.
“It’s a gift,” he says, and I can’t tell if he’s joking or not.“It’s how I know you’re smart, although you already know that.You want the world to be better, and you get frustrated when it disappoints you, but overall, it’s a good thing.More people should aim to be good.And you’re determined—maybe a bit too much because, sometimes, you’re so set on a goal that you race ahead before you’re ready for it.”
What the heck?
I’ve never had anyone read me so well.
“How did you do that?”
He shrugs, drinks his coffee.
Now that I know I’ll have a roof over my head for a little longer, everything feels a little bit more manageable.
“What about you?What is it that you do that makes you such an expert on people?Fortune teller?Politician?”
