Crazy in Love (Lovestruck Series) by Lane Hart Read Free Book Online Page A

mean, my panties went up in flames!”
    “So you had fire crotch going on?” I ask with a giggle.
    “Uh-huh. Oh, how’s Professor McHottie doing? Still breathing?” she asks.
    “Yeah, he should be able to go home soon. And do you remember the hot EMT? Well, he wants me to go home with him. What should I do?”
    “Ooh. He was nice and buff –” she starts, and Lawson interrupts with, “Who was buff?”
    “I’m just not sure if he’s the one, you know?”
    “Hmm,” she mutters. “Well, if you have any doubts about going back to his place and your instant reaction wasn’t to jump his bones, then he may not be the one.”
    “Nope, pretty much all afternoon I’ve been thinking about jumping my professor –” I gasp as the realization hits me.
    No way.
    It can’t be.
    He’s my teacher and way out of my league…but the craving for pineapple, our collision, the psychic saying I would find true love as I turn a new corner in my life all add up to him.
    “Oh my God, Josie! He’s the one!”
    “Who? Your professor?” she asks. “You think he’s your soulmate?”
    “Think about it. The whole clusterfuck of earlier could clearly rival yours with losing the car door,” I tell her. “And how many times this semester have I told you how freakin’ hot he is?”
    “Sheesh. I think you may be right,” she replies before she starts laughing. “Hey, Lawson. Remember the professor I told you Reagan almost killed? Now she’s gotta try to fuck him within a week!”
    “That’s helpful,” I grumble as I try to figure out what to say to Bailey. The more I think about it, the more I’m certain that the man I’m supposed to be with tonight is Professor Daughton. Gage . Hell, even his name is so sexy it makes me nearly come via spontaneous orgasm. At least it’s dark in my little corner so no one can see my nipples that have put on the high beams since I’m not wearing a bra. I hate those bastards and refuse to smoosh my girls into such a painful contraption.
    “Okay, well, I guess I have my answer, so let me go break the news to Bailey.”
    “Who’s Bailey?”
    “Oh, the buff EMT.”
    “Right. So do you need a ride?” she asks.
    …
    Gage
    After I’m finally given the all clear, it’s pitch black outside when I walk out the front entrance. Other than ambulances, there are no other cars or taxis, for that matter. Just a great big parking lot. Wonderful.
    I’ve just set up the ride on my Uber app when I hear her voice.
    Reagan .
    I’ve maybe only heard her say a handful of things before today, but I would recognize her soft-spoken, sweet words anywhere.
    “Okay, well, I guess I have my answer, so let me go break the news to Bailey…Oh, the buff EMT.”
    What is she still doing here?
    I’m powerless to stop my legs from carrying me around the side of the building, closer to her voice. And there she is, standing in the darkness on a cell phone. Hold on, I thought she didn’t have a phone.
    “Gotta go, Josie. Yeah, I’ll call you back,” Reagan says into the phone while her eyes stay locked on mine.
    “You shouldn’t be out here alone,” I tell her.
    “Oh. Well, I’m not,” she says. “Bailey let me use his phone. He’s waiting for me…”
    I don’t know what possesses me to do it. Anger. Jealousy. Desperation. Whatever it is, I close the space between us and jerk the phone from her hand. Hoping I’m right, I scroll quickly through the douche’s camera roll, and yep…there they are. Thank you, asshole!
    I turn the screen around and hold it up for Reagan to see. The backlight illuminates the surprise on her face.
    “Is that…”
    “Dick pics,” I confirm. Looking at the screen, I swipe through several more, showing each unimpressive one to Reagan before going to the next. Oh, and then we get to his titty shot collection, which I also show her. They’re all fake tits that could be my ex-wife’s for all I know, and none of the dozen or so turn me on like the covered ones standing in