My Lucky Days: A Novel Read Online Free

him some cash, but he motioned behind us. “Sorry, I thought you wereon his tab.”
    I looked over my shoulder. Lucky was in the corner almost out of view. He was staring right at me again.
    He was back.
    I wasn’t sure what to do in that moment, but as he stood under the neon-light sign, something about him seemed innocent. Sweet. And at the same time, wild and crazy.
    “You should go talk to him,” Peyton said next to my ear.
    “I don’t know.”
    “Who is that?” Skylar asked.
    “ Well .” Peyton got dramatic. “That would be the country singer who got all flirty with Katie and now she refuses to talk to him.”
    “Oh, he’s adorable.” Skylar’s bright-red lips turned into a huge grin. “Get over there. It doesn’t hurt to talk to him. You don’t have to do anything.”
    “Or you could.” Peyton’s voice rolled into a high-pitched giggle. “Come on, Katie. Be bad. ”
    “That’s funny. The only bad thing I’ve ever seen Katie do is eat Cheerios without milk.”
    “Dylan!” I turned around, giving him a glare. “Not you too.”
    All three of them started laughing, and Peyton put an arm around me. “You know we loooove our Katie.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Love me. Pimp me out.”
    Skylar came over in front of me. “Look, I’m serious. Just go back over there. Talk to him a little bit. You never know how this will go unless you put yourself out there.”
    I shot another glance over in his direction as the curiosity got stronger. Lucky was still watching me. It was the stupid dress. He wanted the illusion. I wasn’t really the person he saw in here tonight.
    But then he smiled.
    The warmth of his gaze made my heart beat just a little bit faster. And then Lucky nodded his head slightly, motioning for me to come over to him.
    It was a decision of a lifetime. Maybe I was being a little dramatic, but someone like Lucky was a big move for me. My last boyfriend had been a pre-med major. He had never even set foot in Dusty’s, let alone taken the stage.
    As I looked at Lucky, I thought about the sound of his voice. His deep and beautiful voice.
    And then I caved.
    I looked back at Peyton. “Here, take my drink. I don’t want any more alcohol if I’m going over there.”
    “What! Really ?” Her eyes grew wide as her voice went high-pitched again. “Hurry up before he leaves.”
    Peyton practically pushed me over in his direction. I made my way to the corner where he was standing. Seeing Lucky again caused strange flutters to surface in my stomach. I felt nervous this time. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say.
    I let out a deep breath as I gripped my fingers inside the palms of my hands. “So I was wrong about you.”
    “What do you mean?” He leaned back against the wall, giving me a cocky stare. He was a little sweaty from the show, which caused his hair to stick to his forehead. And yet he still came off as attractive. The thought made me even more nervous.
    “You’re good up there. You know, on stage.”
    His eyes held mine like he was genuinely happy that I was impressed. “Thank you.”
    “So do you play here a lot?”
    “Some. And a few others.”
    “Oh.” My eyes drifted over his lips to the open buttons on his shirt. I saw a few inches of bare skin. I looked quickly back up to his face. “So um. Do you write your own songs?”
    “Yeah.” He reached out, grabbing my hand. I felt him pull my fingers from their curled death grip. He was touching me. And then Lucky smiled. “Do you want to get out of here?”
    I sucked in a deep breath. I wasn’t sure if he would actually go for it, but he did and less than five minutes into our conversation. “Well, I guess he’s back.”
    “What?”
    “Bar guy from earlier. Who’s self-assured . . . well, most of the time.”
    He laughed, tugging me by the hand so I had to take a step closer to him. My heart beat a little faster, and I got a whiff of his cologne. Leather and oranges.
    “So do you?”
    I rolled my eyes. “It’s going to