Getting Lucky (A Lucky Novella) Read Online Free

string of big boobed blondes named Stacie, or Bambi…or Candy, or – oh who am I kidding, this could go on for days – you get the point.
    “Truthfully, the whole Josh thing just sort of flew out of my mouth before I could stop it. You were saying all this stuff and basically scaring the shit out of me. I panicked.”
    Noah straightened himself up again and turned toward me as best as he could while sitting in the booth next to me.
    “Okay, you have some severe commitment issues and I think it’s time we address them. You can’t just bolt or make up a guy every time you get freaked out. This is real now. You and me, we’re doing this and I’m not about to let you screw it up!”
    I almost choked on my sweet tea.
    “I’m the one with commitment issues?! Are you for real?”
    “Yes!” Noah nodded in addition to the already overly exaggerated expression on his face. Then he went on, “I can’t believe you’re not owning up to it. You have to be aware of this.”
    I shook my head, outraged by his accusations.
    “What are you basing this on?” My straw nearly came flying out of my glass from the speed at which I yanked my mouth away from it. I casually tried to slide it back down into the ice as though it hadn’t just sent a slew of droplets zooming at Noah’s face. He in turn gave me a rather dirty look, which at that point could have just as easily been due to the ice tea shower as it could have been caused by my complete and utter denial.
    “Well, let’s see. You haven’t had an actual relationship with a guy in years. And before you get started on blaming Andrew, don’t bother. Remember, I know all about what happened between the two of you and I get it. You were scared, but you’ve had ample time to recover and mend your broken heart. Plus, it doesn’t really account for the fact that in the six years that I’ve lived with you, you’ve painted the living room eight different times, in colors ranging from a mustard yellow to a bright violet. Or the fact that you trade in your car every chance you get, usually blaming it on something as stupid as needing new tires on the old one. And let’s not forget that you have at least five half- finished books flying around your bedroom at any given moment and you change cell phone carriers more often than most people change their underwear.”
    I made a face.
    “Ew, at some point we need to talk about the people you hang out with then.”
    Noah scowled at me and declined to respond.
    “Okay fine, I have commitment issues! But what about you?” I demanded.
    He just shrugged.
    “I’ve had the same cell phone carrier for years.”
    I slugged him in the shoulder just as Terry was on her way back to our table with a tray full of food. She set it down on a table nearby and gave us a disapproving look.
    “You two kids fighting already? Noah, you’re not giving your girl a hard time are you?” she asked placing both hands on her hip and tilting her head to the side.
    “No ma ’am,” said Noah. He was still rubbing the side of his arm and I had a feeling he’d be riding that one out for a while. Although he’d be hard-pressed to find any evidence of my assault since it hadn’t left so much as a mark.
    “Are you sure?” Terry turned her attention to me and I grinned.
    “It’s nothing I can’t handle,” I said.
    “Oh, I don’t doubt that. If anyone can reign in this guy, it’s you,” said Terry. Then she went about placing our plates in front of us, along with multiple sides of extra syrup and butter. She had my number alright…as well as Noah’s.
    “You two need anything else right now?” she asked with the empty tray tucked under her arm.
    “I think we’re all set. Thanks Terry,” Noah answered. Since I hadn’t wasted any time stuffing a giant piece of chocolate French toast into my mouth and was unable to respond, I just smiled and gave her a thumbs up.
    For a while the table was silent as Noah and I ate our food. It wasn’t long