Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars, #3)

by Alexandria Bellefleur

Behold! The field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it and see that it is barren.

Cameron (5:54 p.m.): Avoid petting her stomach and hind area. Andrew (5:55 p.m.): what the fuck Andrew (5:55 p.m.): boundaries bro Mom (5:57 p.m.): I think Cameron was talking about the cat, honey.

“I came here to have a good time, and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.” “2014 called and they would like that joke back.”

“I’m sure you’re happy that your paths crossed,” Brendon said. “I am,” Olivia agreed. “I count my lucky stars, that’s for sure.”

“This is degrading,” she muttered under her breath. “And demoralizing.” She glanced at Cat, who had her little head cocked up at Margot, eyes wide, whiskers twitching. “Wipe that self-satisfied smile off your face.” Cat leaned in and bumped Margot’s arm with her head, starting up a low, rumbling purr. Margot’s insides melted. “Oh, Jesus, you’re too cute. You played me like a fiddle, didn’t you? Ugh. I bet you’re laughing inside, aren’t you? Ha, humans have thumbs, but look at you, shoveling my shit. Who’s the smarter species now?”

“You don’t follow a recipe?” Olivia shook her head, leveling off a cup of sifted flour with the back of a butter knife. “They’re my go-to cookie. I could probably make them in my sleep.” “Brad’s an idiot,” Margot grumbled,

“It could be short for something,” Margot argued. “His name might actually be—I don’t know.” Her brain blanked. What the hell was Luke short for? “Luketh.”

“What a fucking ass goblin,”

I’d never ask you who you care about more because you care about us differently and I believe love is one of those things that doesn’t run out.”