The Good Luck Potion (The Good Luck Series) by Leanne Tyler Read Free Book Online Page A

Alex?” Brandon shot him an amused look and he could silently hear the ‘I told you so’ in his voice.
    “No problem at all.” He scooted closer to his friend to make room for Sue to slide in beside him.
    She set her drink and the half-eaten appetizer on the table before sitting down. “Sorry to spoil your guys’ night out.”
    “You haven’t. The more the merrier. Isn’t that right, Alex?” Brandon said.
    Alex shot his friend a look and kicked his foot underneath the table before he turned to Sue. “It’s good to see you again.”
    “Same here.” She smiled and reached for her drink.
    “That looks good. What is it?” he asked.
    “A raspberry mojito.”
    “Too girly for me,” Brandon said, reaching for one of the croquettes.
    Sue watched him snatch one and her eyes enlarged.
    Alex had a feeling that was strike one against his friend in her eye. “You’ll have to excuse him. He grew up without learning any manners.”
    “ Obviously.”
    “What?” Brandon asked, looking between them.
    Kimberly giggled, snuggling closer to Phil. “Pay Sue no mind, Brandon. Help yourself. You too, Alex. We can order more if necessary.”
    “I’m good for now.” He turned his attention back to Sue. “I hope my sister didn’t work you too hard this afternoon.”
    “She didn’t. It was pretty quiet once she left for her meeting.”
    “Right. I forgot she said she had one.”
    Sue tapped her painted nails on the drink glass. “How was the rest of your day?”
    “I took my dog to the vet.”
    “Oh? Is Duke ill?”
    “No. Just a routine check-up, but we had to wait a long time because his vet was late returning to the office.”
    “I bet Kyle went to Jama’s doctor’s appointment with her.”
    “Yeah. Something about her doctor having to make an unexpected delivery right before their appointment. I guess babies have no concept of those things.” He grinned, hoping she found his humor amusing.
    But she didn’t. Instead she nodded politely and looked across the table at her sister before she checked the time on her watch. He had a feeling she was itching for an excuse to bolt. Neither Phil nor Kimberly would appreciate that so he tried to find a way to make her stay.
    “I hear there’s a dance club next door. Do you like to dance?”
    “Sometimes. It depends on the kind of music that’s playing.”
    “What’s your preference?”
    “Current pop, a little hip hop. But sometimes I’m into more standard sounds like Michael Bublé.”
    His brow arched. “So a waltz or slow dance?”
    She nodded.
    “What’s the mood tonight?”
    “The slow dance.”
    “Maybe a moon dance?”
    She grinned, running her finger around the rim of her glass. “What are you suggesting, Mr. Jones?”
    “That I know Bublé like you know Bublé.”
    She giggled. “Not many guys would.”
    “True. But music became a passion of mine while I was in Alaska.”
    “I don’t think the underground is the place to find his music. Maybe we’ll have to go somewhere a little more private for that.”
    “Maybe.” She was much more pleasant tonight and he was enjoying their conversation so much he wondered if he’d made too quick of a judgment about her. He had a feeling he’d regret asking, but he did it anyway. “I don’t suppose you’d want to go find a place to listen to some Bublé?”
    She angled a look at him that read loud and clear ‘ you got to be kidding me’. But a moment later she surprised him when she reached for her purse and shrugged. “Why not.”
    H e smiled. “All right then. Let’s go.”
    Sue got out of the booth and he followed.
    “Where are you going?” Kimberly asked, looking alarmed.
    “We ’re going to go dance,” Sue explained. “I’ll see you later.”
    “That sounds like fun.” Kimberly looked at Phil who shook his head. “But I guess we’ll stay here.”
    “Count me out,” Brandon said, snagging the last of the appetizer.
    “Are you good to get home?” Alex looked at Phil.
    Phil