Running into Love (Fluke My Life, #1)

by Aurora Rose Reynolds

“You must be a natural blonde,” I grit out, but she doesn’t give me the reaction I want. Her eyes stay on her knee as she mutters, “And you must be a natural asshole.”

She doesn’t like men at all. One of my boyfriends was cornered in the kitchen when he got up to get some water in the middle of the night. I found him there the next day asleep on top of the counter.

“My name’s Levi.” “Oh.” I mutter, thinking Mr. Hot Shirtless Guy fits him better, but I guess Levi is okay, too.

I would much rather spend an evening in my pajamas than get dressed up to go anywhere.

“It’s not that. I’m a girl and the red bitch is due any day and she ruins my life every month when she comes into town.”

“Are you okay?” Hell, no, my dog almost killed me trying to get to the man she’s obviously in love with.

“I can’t help it, baby. Swear to god, you’re adorable when you’re flustered, but when you’re pissed, you’re fucking exquisite,”

“I’m lost in you, baby.” He takes my face between his large palms. “So fucking unbelievably lost in you, Fawn, and I don’t trust myself right now. I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m going to let you set the pace.”

“Fawn, are you ready to cook your first turkey?” Katie asks, breaking into the moment. Fawn pulls away to look at her mom, who’s poking her head in the door. “Do I have a choice?” she asks, and her mom rolls her eyes. “Apparently not. I guess we’re playing Russian roulette with everyone’s lives today,”

“It’s not because you’re gorgeous, which you are, it’s because the parts of you that make you you are beautiful. That’s why I’m with you. I’m with you because you’re real, you care, and you don’t know how to put on a front or be mean. I’m with you because you’re the kind of woman who goes to a shelter to volunteer when most wouldn’t even think about wasting their time. Because you worry about a little girl that looks at you like you have the ability to change her life. Because you are the kind of person who won’t judge a guy you don’t know when he tells you he’s getting a divorce. I’m with you because the idea of not being with you isn’t something I want to consider.”