Unlucky Like Us (Like Us, #12)

by Krista Ritchie

“Off to Amsterdam again, brother?” Eliot asks casually. “Getting your dick sucked in the red-light district?” Charlie tilts his head at him. “Since when have I ever had to pay for sex?”

“Stop filming,” Donnelly sneers. “Or I’ll call—” The interview cuts off. “Who was he going to call?!” I yell at the TV like my favorite show ended on the worst possible cliffhanger. “Ghostbusters,” Tom and Eliot say in unison, then share a grin. Charlie narrows his eyes at them like they’re the furthest thing from

but as our eyes briefly meet, we acknowledge that we’re not so fortunate. And I hope they won’t ever be unlucky like us.

@StaleBread89: Never heard of a LunaQuinn. Luna and Donnelly are the better match. No contest. #Lunnelly

“Donnelly?” “I am Epsilon,” I say. “What the fuck do you mean? You’re fucking with me?” Oscar says, worried. “Ha-ha. Okay, now tell me what it really says.” I scrape a hand down my face, nauseous. “I’m Epsilon. I don’t work for Kitsuwon Securities anymore—”

It’s a desire, a need, an obsession, possibly, but mostly, it’s a yearning to simply exist with him. And I really want to exist with Paul Donnelly.

“But I have enough of her and all of me to know what I feel today, and I don’t want to keep fretting over a past I lost. I just want to move forward into the future I have. One where I get to experience so many more things than I ever did. New things, weird things, wishful things, daunting things, romantic things.” “All the things,” I start to grin, my heart pounding. “You’ll get that, Luna.” “Will you give me that?” Luna suddenly asks, her voice pitching a little with nerves. She’s hanging onto my belt loops. “And I know it’s a big thing to give. Yourself. But I just really want to experience every possible thing with you.” She adds more strongly, “I choose you, Donnelly. I want you. I’m falling in love with you.”