Mr. Unlucky by BA Tortuga Read Free Book Online

so…itchy.
    “Prima donna.” They looked at each other, and then they cracked up.
    “Pizza sounds good, unless you would rather see your boyfriend,” Maddie said.
    “He’s working.”
    Kyla grinned. “So he’s like a boyfriend-boyfriend now? For real?”
    Addie felt her cheeks heating, but yeah. Yeah, she thought he maybe was. They’d seen each other more than twice, right? She knew his favorite color was green, that he was between dogs since his fourteen-year-old border collie, Junie, had passed in April, and he liked pepperoni and mushrooms on pizza. He could cook burgers like a champ, he used Old Spice soap and he loved George Strait music.
    He knew she secretly loved purple rhinestones, he’d caught her cutting split ends off her hair and discussed the merits of conditioners with her, and he knew she hated the stringy parts of both bananas and celery. Okay, so he didn’t know much about her job or her degree or whatever, but he knew the important stuff.
    He knew how to make her sob, twist with need. Beg.
    God, he knew how to do that. She couldn’t believe he was still a single man, no matter what his reputation.
    “Addie?”
    She blinked, stared at her twin. Shit. “What?”
    “Pizza or dick, Sis?”
    “Listen to you!” She cracked up. “I’m good enough to have both. Pizza first, then…yummy cowboy.”
    “Dessert!” Maddie and Kyla said it together, laughing at her, with her.
    “I know, right?” Her phone buzzed and she checked it. Jim. Shit.
    “Bodie?” Maddie asked, and she shook her head.
    “No. The ex. He’s been texting over and over, trying to get me to call him. Says I have something of his.”
    Kyla looked up at her. “Do you?”
    “Shit, the bastard threw whatever he was going to let me have out the door. I ended up with half my clothes, my camera bag, my laptop and my makeup case.” Her lips twisted. “For chrissake, he even kept my pig collection.”
    Kyla stared. “You had in middle school!”
    “I know, right? I don’t have jack shit of his, and I’m not answering his fucking texts. In fact, I think I’ll block his ass.” She looked at Maddie. “I can do that, right?”
    “You know it, sister.”
    Terrie came back, started painting Addie’s nails, the hot pink shocking, so bright she had to blink to see it. She tried hard not to wiggle her toes, which would ruin the whole deal. They were going to look amazing on Bodie’s sheets.
    “You have that silly grin, Sis. You got it bad.”
    “He’s worth it.”
    “Until you end up twisted in a car or trampled or something,” Terrie intoned seriously.
    Addie was going to kick that woman in the face. She made a mental note that when she came back to get her next pedicure, she wanted anyone but Terrie.
    Maddie didn’t seem to be willing to wait. In fact, her twin damn near bristled. “Are you wishing ill on her, girl? That’s my baby sister.”
    “No! No, I’m just trying to be the voice of reason.” Terrie looked so earnest. “He’s dangerous to girls who get serious.”
    “He’s had bad luck!” Superstitious women.
    “He sure has. Makes you wonder what he did to deserve it.”
    “That’s enough.” Maddie cut one hand through the air, voice like a knife of ice. “If Bodie Reaver is what my sister wants, he’s what she’ll get. Y’all can call him Mr. Unlucky all you want. She’ll prove you wrong.”
    Addie looked over to Maddie, smiled. “Thanks, sister.”
    Fuck, she was lucky. Stupid lucky. Her belly rumbled. Maybe she could get a few slices to go to take to her cowboy, just for a snack, not an excuse for a booty call.
    “Close your eyes. It’s time to put your flip flop on.”
    Addie stretched her toes and closed her eyes. If she didn’t look, she wouldn’t move. When it was over, she climbed to her feet, waiting while Maddie gave Kyla a hug.
    She paid the bill, Maddie paid the tip, and they headed out into the sunshine, both of them stopping when a low whistle sounded. “Look at you