Knot so Lucky (The holidates series Book 2)

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She turns away, still smiling as she gets out of the car. But I groan as I exit, tossing my words at her.

Shot, hot stuff?” he offers, his eyes connecting with mine for a moment before he smiles down at her. Is there such a thing as a non-monogamous girlfriend…who doesn’t love you but always treats you like her favorite? Because I want Eleanor to be that.I grin. “I don’t speak French, Stabler, so you’re good. Just make sure your fee is covered by the other guy.” I mean, what’s the worst that could happen if we hook up again? It’s not like either of us is trying to be in a relationship anytime soon, that’s for sure. And Crew isn’t a fall-for-the-girl type. Soo, maybe we could… Even her best friend, Millie, chimes in, “Married today, divorced tomorrow…that’s a conversation starter for sure, bitch.” Calling my lawyer, Josh, is one thing. Calling his sister Barrett, my agent, is another. Now’s not the time for what I did last night. But I’ve learned that shit’s not a problem until it is. So I’m not going to overreact…yet. But before I can answer, my bedroom door flies open, and the tyrant of the hour barges inside. I liked this couple together and I liked that even though they had some intense moments with the best friends, they ended up as they should be in the end...

Then, you and his companions reportedly engage in nefarious activities in the honeymoon suite of a luxury hotel. Then *allegedly* participate in depraved group activities with him and his friends in the honeymoon suite of a five-star hotel.Me: Not sure. But her name is Eleanor Thomas…if memory serves. I’ll send where she’s staying and her number. She’s not mine. I mean, she is, but like in an I can’t get rid of her because I’m legally obligated kind of way. Right?"

She spends her time when she’s not penning hot novels binge-watching Netflix with her husband, Anthony, and their three children, and re-watching Hamilton for the millionth time. Not that I’m involved in some secret scheme to drug girls into marriage. Because we all know guys are just desperate to get to the altar. Stop watching those crime shows, weirdo.” The motion is all too slow and drenched with sex appeal. Drenched like my pussy. His fingers graze my skin as he holds up my cell.Her fingers curl into my shirt, gathering bits of it as they crawl up my chest, pulling me down toward her as my words hurry out. Like in Tangled in Tinsel, she has done the "every woman experience" again and I love it. If you're not familiar with the concept, it is when the author doesn't physically describe the heroine—you can picture whoever you want, yourself included. Look, just let me charge my phone for five minutes. Then I’ll call my bank. And I’ll get you the money.” To meeting famous DJs who fly you out for lavish Fourth of July weekends and let you bring a plus-one.”

She lets out a whoosh of breath before she rushes her words out in a long, rambled stream of consciousness. Home sweet hepatitis,” I whisper to myself, walking the three steps from the curb to my motel door, avoiding the décor of cans and discarded strip club flyers in front of the building. I rub a hand over my bare stomach, my skin still clammy from the sweat. The good news is if there was any booze still left in my system, it’s gone now.

I shove my drink into TJ’s hand as I barrel past him, cutting around the inside of the table. Eleanor holds the bottle higher, dancing with her arms, just as Nate falters and lets go of her leg. Holy shit,” I gasp, causing eyes to dart in my direction, but I ignore them as the door closes behind me, taking with it the glorious air-conditioning. “Why is it so hot at six in the morning? It’s freaking scorching my skin, and I’m under the porte cochere.” I squirm where I’m standing, feeling like I’m already sweating. “This place is hell. It’s probably why it’s so fun.” Your coaches will not be happy. This is rookie behavior. Arrogant, irresponsible bullshit. I thought you were past this kind of shit. What was so important that you had to miss the morning training?” The next day, they are both deciding on a mutual divorse, but things are not going according to plan... I stop at the red light, turning my body to look at her. I hear my phone buzz, but I ignore it. I know it’s Josh. He’s been blowing me up the whole time we’ve been driving because we’re late.