Tossed Into Love (Fluke My Life Book 3)

“We’re at the part where I need to beg for your forgiveness,” I say.

Her body goes still, and even her breathing seems to stop. Closing the distance between us, I go to her and get down on my knees. I take both her hands in mine.

“You’re hugging me and my chest is hurting. I must be dying of a heart attack.”

“Your dad’s scary,” I say just loud enough for her to hear.

From my side, Wesley urges under his breath, “Abort! Abort!” I hear Mac start to giggle.

“If you keep taking my shirts, I won’t have any to wear,” he tells

“Do you think you won’t be able to . . . you know”—my eyes go to his zipper—“function in floral sheets?”

Smiling, I kiss the top of her head quickly. Then I let her go and duck when she tries to smack me.

“I am the landlord, child, and you just told me about it.”

“Sorry, Princess, but no one’s allergic to working out.”

“That’s what you think. I sweat and get all red and blotchy—I’m pretty sure that’s an allergic reaction.”

“Do you think you’d let me pick you up without biting the shit out of me?” I ask him as he rubs his face against my hand, forcing me to pet him. “You’re gonna make my girl happy. I think you might just gain me some ground with her.”