Klutz: Phoenix Heat (But Did You Die?, #2)

by Sedona Ashe

Emboldened by my inner pep talk, I walked toward him. I put every ounce of sexy swagger I could into that walk, channeling my inner runway model. The problem was that while I was surreptitiously glancing at my feet to make sure I didn’t trip over anything, I didn’t notice the light fixture that hung from the ceiling. My head connected with the light fixture, and with a yelp, I grabbed my forehead. Having taken my eyes off my feet, they decided now was the time to do that thing they did so well. Trip. My foot found the corner of a rug, and I tripped, my momentum sending me crashing into the side of the bed where my shin connected with the bed frame. With a cry of pain and dismay, I grabbed for my leg and tumbled backward onto the bed…and Trevor. To my horror, my elbow connected with his tan banana and friends. Trevor groaned, curling his body in an effort to protect himself from further damage. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know why this keeps happening! Actually, I do know. I thought I was cursed all my life, and that’s why I was clumsy. You wouldn’t believe how many ways I’ve died—”