Beginner's Luck (Chance of a Lifetime, #1)

by Kate Clayborn

Kit said, “A house,” but what she thought was, home. Zoe said, “An adventure,” but what she thought was, forgiveness. Greer said, “An education,” but what she thought was, freedom.

I think about this, wondering what Averin would think if I showed up with replacement cabinet door handles as an apology. Rather than, say, me wearing a dunce cap and having read all her published work, which is what she deserves as an apology. Probably on principle I should also email my women’s studies professor from junior year and apologize for exhibiting gender bias.

Welp, I love this man

I’d forgotten, a little. I’d forgotten the guy I met in the suit, the corporate guy with all that undeserved confidence, replaced him temporarily with the Ben who makes toilet repair look sexy.

“It really is a beautiful house, Ekaterina.” I’m too dumbfounded by the compliment, by the way he’s said my name, to respond. So I wave and duck back into the house, more than a little confused about the day.

That dimple, right on his left cheek there. I’d like to lick that dimple.

Full dimple. I know what it means now, when books talk about “swooning.” I’m about to swoon right into that dimple.

Kit was deliberate about her life, her choices, even when they weren’t perfect or easy to make. She’d been lucky, winning that jackpot, but she didn’t rely on luck. She didn’t let life just happen to her. She wasn’t reckless or one-track minded. So for once, I’m not going to be, either.

So I wait for him, stroke my hands up and down his arms, relishing the feel of him again after all these weeks apart. “Thanks for coming to get me.”

Ben is part of what home means to me now—he’s