Page 2 of Just My Luck

“I can’t promise, but I’ll do my best to make an appearance. Okay?”

“Best news ever!” she ran around my desk and tackled me with a bear hug.

My chair shifted under me from the sudden movement. I gripped the arms of it as it fell backward. Mallory and I both shrieked as we crashed to the floor.

“I think I broke something,” I groaned, rubbing my hip.

“You cushioned my fall,” Mallory laughed.

“Glad I could be of assistance,” I giggled then shoved at her. “Now get the hell off of me or I’m definitely not going out on St. Pat–.”

“Say no more!” she blurted, standing up and offering me her hand.

“That was easy enough,” I smiled then took her hand. She pulled me up with ease. “Now, can I get some work done?”

“I suppose, but text me when you get off work.”

“I will.” I grabbed my chair and set it upright. “Now get going, ma’am. I have work to do.”

CHAPTER TWO

MAXWELL

“Three more days,” I clapped my hands together.

“You act like a little kid waiting for Christmas,” my sister, Genevieve, shook her head and laughed as she turned on the stove and began to work her magic in the kitchen.

“St. Patrick’s Day is way better than Christmas,” I frowned. “How can you even compare the two?”

“Oh, I forgot dear brother, alcohol is life.” She crossed her arms and shook her head disappointingly.

“It’s not even about the booze. It’s about…” My words dwindled down to silence.

Genevieve’s eyebrow rose as she waited for me to finish my sentence. But truth be told, I didn’t have a very good reason. Outside of getting shit-faced on green beer, hooking up with random hot women, and partying all night, I didn’t have a good reason to love St. Patrick’s Day. They were good reasons to me; however, Genevieve wasn’t going to buy any of them.

“Based on your silence, I’m guessing sex?” Genevieve asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Gen, please,” I groaned. “Please, don’t say that word.”

“What word? SEX!” she shouted, making me cringe.

“I’m going to barf.”

“You’re such a child,” she laughed. “We’re adults. We can say the word se–”

“Ah! Shut up, Genevieve!”

“Shouldn’t you be going then? I mean, did you stop by to remind me about you getting hammered in three days? Or was there something else I could help you with?”

“I came to personally invite you to my party.”

“I’m your sister, Maxwell,” she rolled her eyes. “I don’t need an invitation. Ever.”

Typical, Genevieve answer,I chuckled to myself.

“Yeah. Yeah.” I stood up from the kitchen table. “I know when I’m not wanted.”

“Oh, hush,” she laughed. “You’re always welcomed here. Besides I’m almost done with breakfast. So sit your ass down.”

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