Getting Lucky Number Seven by Cindi Madsen

Author:Cindi Madsen [Madsen, Cindi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00UFT476O
Publisher: Entangled: Embrace
Published: 2015-04-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Lyla

As soon as the hostess sat us in the restaurant, I stole a peek at Beck. He’d hardly said a word since we’d left my apartment.

I’m such an idiot. I never should’ve put number seven on there.

How was I supposed to know he’d come into my room? Usually he just texted me to say he was in the parking lot. He’d been standing there in his black Henley, letting Einstein rub hair on it, and I’d thought it was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Now I could hardly look at him. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t immediately shut down the conversation. It was like my mouth thought explaining would make it better, when it ended up doing what it did best instead: made things a hundred times more awkward.

I wanted to hide in a dark hole and never come out, but the only thing I had near me was a menu. Unfortunately it was one of those skinny ones that didn’t make a good cover. My heart seized as I caught sight of the prices.

“It’s on me,” Beck said, and I wondered if I was really so easy to read. “Get whatever you want.”

No matter how many times I read the menu, nothing sank in, so I dropped it on the table. “It’s all weird with us now. The silence is killing me.”

“It’s not weird,” he said. I raised an eyebrow, and he sighed. “It doesn’t have to be weird.” He reached out and put his hand over mine. “I’ll admit I was a little…shocked. But now I want to enjoy dinner and the hockey game. I’m gonna teach you how to talk trash, remember?”

I nodded, thinking about how warm his hand was and the way it totally enveloped mine, while wishing I could stop the constant thoughts like that. In hindsight, choosing a hot-yet-smart hockey player for a friend might not have been the best choice. I mean, there was only so long I could resist that combo, right? But that just brought me to thinking about how much he meant to me, and how lost I would’ve been my entire first year of college if I hadn’t met him. “Swear it’s not going to be weird now.”

Did he mean to brush his thumb over my knuckles? My pulse didn’t mean to leap over it. “Stop saying the word weird. It’s weird,” he added in a teasing tone.

I bit back a smile.

“Now, tell me about the dancing,” he said, sliding his hand off mine and over to his side of the table. His finger tapped against the shiny wood and I had trouble not focusing on the motion and the way it made the muscle in his forearm jump. “Did you make out with any strangers? Or was that a one-time thing?”

Talking. Normal. I could do this. I forced my gaze up to his face and took a quick fortifying breath. “Whitney and I got up on the bar for a couple of songs. The guys went crazy when we danced together.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.