Page 4 of Love, Luck & Clusterf*ck

“So he’s good-looking. He wouldn’t be the first guy who is.” Fuck, she was making this difficult for me. “Did you completely ignore everything I told you tonight?”

“I just don’t want you to do anything rash.”

“I don’t want to either, and that’s exactly why I’m considering this.”

“It’s just that… I’ve known you long enough, and you’re happier when you and Dre are off instead of on.”

“Please don’t start, Christa.”

“Why are you still wearing the necklace?”

I sighed, then pulled it off, dumping it on the bar top. “What necklace?” I grabbed her hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Do you want me to stick around, in case Dre shows up?”

“No, that’s all right. If he hasn’t by now, I’m sure he won’t.”

Christa nodded, collecting her purse. I had no idea if he’d even tried calling or texting since my forgotten phone was charging on my bedside dresser.

“Okay, ready,” she said.

The woman who was hanging off Thor earlier breezed past us and went outside. “I wonder if he’s out there waiting for her.”

Christa’s eyebrows knitted together. “Um, once again, why do you care?”

“I don’t. I just said I was wondering.”

She shook her head like she didn’t believe me for shit, but that was fine. I really didn’t care, and I’d rather not run into him again.

I didn’t need any blond-haired, blue-eyed men giving me any more unwarranted advice or dressing me with another Irish trinketfor luck.

Between all the shamrocks and four-leaf clovers floating around, I was inundated with all the damn luck I could stand until next year. If I opened my mouth wide enough, I would choke on them.

We were almost out the door—of the pub aptly called Lucky’s—when I darted back at the last second and snatched the necklace off the counter. I’d decided I was wrong.

What the hell. A girl can never have too much luck.

Bang, bang, bang.

“Perry! Wake up!”

Bang. “Perry!”Bang.

“Perry, let me in!”BANG!

Something hard smacked against my ass, and my eyes bolted wide.What the…?I rubbed my face and realized the ‘something hard’ was me crashing out of bed.

“Perry!”

I looked up at my bedroom window to see Stu pressed against the glass.What time is it?I dragged myself to the front door and unlocked the bolt, not waiting for him to come around before I stumbled back into bed.

It felt like only a split second later when I was bouncing on top of it. I cracked open an eyelid. “Stu, knock it off.” He was jumping around, making my body tumble closer to the edge. I was going tofall out again, and this time I might land on my head. “Dammit, Stu.”

He made a dramatic dive and slid in next to me. I tried to ignore him, but his hands all over my ribcage made that impossible.

“Perrrrrrrry,” he sang into my ear. “Waaaaaaake uuuup.”

He started tickling me, and the more I attempted to push him away, the harder he doubled his efforts. It wasn’t long before I was out of breath and a moment away from peeing all over both of us.

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