The Do Over by A. L. Zaun Read Free Book Online

questioning.
    She sighed. "So, you're in a good mood. You didn't even go into a depressive episode at the mention of the Marin family. What happened in your book? Was there a happily ever after? Did the nice girl get the hottie badass after hours of amazing sex and no urinary tract infection?"
    I should've been insulted, but I wasn't. I knew she meant well. She would often engage in book talk with me. She would even humor me and pretend to be interested. Letting me go into plot details, she would laugh. When I'd tell her about something heartbreaking I'd just read, her eyes would tear up. More often than not, she would be interested in the sex scenes. Sometimes, I would have to highlight the good parts for when she'd borrow one of my Kindles.
    " No , there's nothing happening in my book. I wasn't able to read much today. I kept getting interrupted," I said with a little attitude and a flat smile.
    "About that whole intervention thing…you know we're coming from a good place. We're worried about you. It's been forever, Dani, and we just don't want you to miss out on your life because you're hiding in your books. Go ahead and read, but don't stop living. You've been in a freaking holding pattern. It's time already. I don't want you to talk to me about your fantasy casting for some kinky billionaire. Well, you can still do that because I like it, but the point is that I want you to tell me about the hot sex you're actually getting."
    After my CPR class, I couldn't agree with her more. I just wasn't sure how it was going to happen, but I figured it would. "It's okay. I know your intentions are good," I answered.
    As I continued eating, I noticed she was still looking at me with an odd expression.
    "Do I have something in my teeth?" I checked them through the reflection from the knife.
    "No, it's not that. You just seem different. I mean, in a good way." She drank more wine. "After today's events, I would think you'd be a little irritated, but you're the opposite. What gives?"
    As I swallowed my food, I tried to decide if I wanted to say anything. I thought about how to explain what happened earlier today, but she didn't give me a chance.
    "I know it wasn't brunch. You say that it's not your book, and…" She paused, trying to figure out what it could be.
    When I started thinking of my CPR class, I sighed. The thought of Liam Lucas—those eyes, that smile, his closeness, his warmth—put a smile on my face as a tingle shot through my body.
    Macy looked at me suspiciously. "Hmmm, you had CPR class. Wait. There's that smile again. What happened in class?"
    "Nothing happened in class," I half lied.
    Nothing actually happened . My world was just rocked by that Adonis with a great personality, a warm smile, and the bluest eyes I could drown in. Feeling hopeful, I decided I wasn't ready to share yet.
    "If you don't tell me what's going on, I'm calling reinforcement. You already know how that'll turn out," she threatened. Setting down her silverware, she sat back in her chair.
    I let out a long sigh. "Fine. Nothing really happened. I'm just crushing on my instructor. He was hot."
    I didn't feel the need to go into more details. They were personal, and I was convinced my overactive literary imagination was making it seem like more than it actually was.
    "I'm confused. You said the instructor was an old fart," she said with a perplexed and slightly scared look on her face. "Was he hot as in George Clooney hot? Or are you having daddy issues again?"
    "I get why you're confused. No, he wasn't like George Clooney." I laughed as a look of absolute horror crossed her face. Before she could say anything, I quickly added, "And no, I do not have any daddy issues either, so stop saying that I do."
    She let out a huge sigh of relief.
    "We had a sub, but before I tell you anything else," I said, looking her square in the eyes, "you have to swear to me that you are not going to say anything. This is just between you and me, right?"
    I wasn't sure