Page 3 of Love, Luck & Clusterf*ck

She waved her hand. “Don’t worry, he already left. I can still see him, though, and I’m just about ready for round two.”

My lips curved up, and I relaxed a bit. Yeah, maybe I was a tad on the bitchy side. The dampness clinging to my skin was making me irritable, topped off by a lack of sleep. I’d gotten home at seven that morning and only slept for a couple hours before Dre stopped over for his relationship talk. My night out had an expiration date, and it was coming due any minute.

As if reading my mind, Christa asked, “So, you’re done with the graveyard shift now, right?”

“Yes, thank God.” I wasn’t meant to be part of the undead, and even though it was only for two weeks, it really messed up my bodyclock. “Training is over and I get to start regular hours on Monday.”

“Good. Now we can be on the same schedule again and… uh, that guy?” She flicked her head. “He’s watching you.”

“Maybe he’s watching you.”

“As much as I’d like that to be true, I’m pretty sure it’s you.”

I turned around to find him staring. He smiled with his perfect lips, showing perfect teeth. There was a girl draped over him, and he wasn’t even trying to hide his attention towards me.Jerk. I flipped him off, which made him throw back his head and laugh.Asshole.

“You’re on a role tonight,” Christa said, pushing over my half-filled glass. “And you haven’t even finished one drink yet. You’re making me look like a lush.”

“Did you see that?” I asked. “He’s here with someone and yet he’s openly gawking at another woman.”

She shrugged. “What do you care? You’re with Dre now, right?”

I really didn’t want to get back into that discussion with her, not when my head was starting to muck up. I just wanted to return to the apartment and crash hard. “Hey, do you mind if we make it an early night? I’ll make it up to you another time. You know I’m good for it.”

“Club JoJo’s?”

I smiled. “I’m in.”

She gave me a wide grin and clapped. Now that I was done working nights, we could hit the clubs again. If she thought anything would change between us just because Dre and I were going to try out official coupledom, I was determined to prove her wrong.

I sucked down the rest of my murky green stuff, which wasn’t as appealing now that it was warm, and slung my purse over my shoulder. All I could think about was how soft my pillow would feel underneath my head.

Christa whacked my knee and I glanced at her. Her eyes were darting between me and something off to the side.Dammit.

Thor was standing next to me, his curvy sidekick nowhere insight. He was so freaking attractive, and I wanted nothing to do with it. Christa could drool over him all she liked; I was keeping my tongue planted firmly inside my mouth.

Before I knew what was happening, he slipped something over my neck.What?Dozens of shamrocks lay against my chest. Like I didn’t have enough of them littering my hair; they seemed to be dropping from the ceiling. I gripped the necklace to pull it off, but he rested his hand over mine. If he thought this was Mardi Gras and I’d be exchanging beads for a kiss, he’d be disappointed when he got my fist instead of my lips.

“For luck,” he said, removing his hand and putting it back where it belonged.

“Listen, Thor. I—”

“Thor?” He looked amused.Shit. “Would you like to know my real name?”

“No, and you don’t need to know mine either.”

“It’s—”

I shot Christa a sharp dagger that killed her words. I didn’t know what she was hoping to accomplish by telling him who I was, but I wasn’t appreciating it very much.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening, ladies.” And with that, I watched him head out the door, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

“What the hell, Christa? What was that about?”

“Oh my God, Perry. Are you blind?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“There’s no way you can tell me that you’re not interested inthat.”

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