Lucky Break by Carly Phillips Read Free Book Online

wife’s arm and started to pull her away. “We’re leaving,” he promised Jason. “And Amber’s coming with us.”
    â€œNot until we hear everything!” the women said in unison.
    Jason gritted his teeth.
    Beside him, Sharon remained silent. Of all the women, she was the most discreet.
    â€œSharon?” Gabrielle asked her best friend. “Did you happen to see?”
    Jason sighed, resigned to his fate. “Go on,” he said to Sharon. “Tell them.”
    Clara leaned in closer so she could hear, too.
    â€œWhat? Your cards didn’t tell you her name?” He couldn’t help but tease her.
    Sharon shrugged. “If you’re sure you want them to know.”
    He nodded. They wouldn’t give him peace otherwise.
    â€œHe was with Lauren Perkins,” Sharon said.
    Gabrielle and Amber stared, shocked.
    â€œShit, Jason. You do know how to pick them,” Derek said, one corner of his mouth lifting in an amused grin.
    Jason speared his cousin with an annoyed glance. “I thought you were taking your wife and leaving.”
    Clara stared at him in silence. Unaware of his and Lauren’s past, she was clearly processing the implications of a Corwin man hooking up with a Perkins woman. As far as Jason knew, that hadn’t happened since the eighteen hundreds and the affair had resulted in the infamous Corwin Curse that had haunted the men in his family for generations. He didn’t much give a damn, but knew there were some in his family who would.
    â€œOoh, wait until the uncles hear about this,” Amber said, ending her comment with a long whistle.
    â€œI’d rather they didn’t,” Jason said pointedly. No sense putting them into an uproar the likes of which his family probably hadn’t seen since the curse was invoked.
    The news might put Uncle Edward back in the hospital, Uncle Hank would run for his shotgun—not that he’d ever used it—and Jason’s father might end up starching his underwear in order to keep that facade of perfection for the outside world.
    He stared at his cousin’s wives until they both nodded in understanding.
    Derek and Clara knew all too well what would happen if Hank and Edward, especially, discovered this secret.
    Satisfied, Jason let out a long breath. “Where’s your husband?” he asked Amber, turning the subject away from himself.
    â€œThe town hired him as extra security for tonight, remember?” Amber asked. Mike Corwin was a cop.
    After his reunion with Lauren and their short mind-blowing time in the barn, Jason barely recalled his own name.
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    L IKE C INDERELLA running from the prince after the ball, Lauren entered her grandmother’s house at the stroke of midnight. For someone who didn’t believe in fairy tales any more than she believed in curses, that was a huge analogy for her to make. She should have stayed and faced Jason, but once she realized he’d known it was her all along, she’dpanicked at the thought of having some kind of deep conversation.
    Childish, immature, but completely rational, she thought, her heart still racing in her chest. She’d just slept with Jason. How on earth did she deal with that after all these years?
    With coffee, that’s how. As she headed to the kitchen, a cool draft hit her cheek. She glanced at the window—one she didn’t recall opening earlier—and frowned.
    She pushed it down but couldn’t lock it. “Damn.”
    Had someone broken in while she was gone? She shook off the thought. This house was just falling apart. The lock was probably faulty, and she must have left the window open. Another thing to tack on to her To Do list.
    She walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a container, pouring the last of the cream into a bowl for the cat that had come with the house. She’d been living here for over a week, and until now, she’d only fed him cat food, but she’d run