Page 85 of Bad Luck Club

She lifted her hand to his face, cupping his cheek, scorching his skin with her touch. “You deserve happy.” But then she broke the moment and scooped up the two packages of Dixie cups. “Let’s take these out to your car, because I have plans for you.”

His blood warmed, and his mind went to all the ways he planned to make love to her, her body beneath him as he slid into her…

She laughed. “That too. But I have something else in mind first.”

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“You call this fun?” he asked dryly as he stared at the karaoke stage in the back room of the bar. A man was giving it his all while he sang “I Will Always Love You” fromTitanic. Lee might have felt better about it if he’d sucked.

“Yes. I do. So does Addy. She, Georgie, and Jack all sang together last fall. Now it’syourturn. And bonus points because you get to complete the doing-something-abnormal challenge.”

He slowly spun his head to take her in. Her eyes were bright, and her face was like a lamp shining with joy. It was contagious, seeping under his skin, and as loath as he was to do this, he decided it would be worth every moment of discomfort and embarrassment if he could make her happy.

Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t make her work for it.

Damn it, he growled in his head as an image of her naked body riding him filled his thoughts.Not helping.“Do you not remember me saying the last time I sang was when I was seven?”

“I do. Which is precisely why you’re doing it.”

“You also realize that I have a reputation to maintain. What’s the manager going to think when he sees the Buchanan Brewery rep running off all his customers with his terrible singing?”

“Maybe he’ll pay you to make you stop,” she said as she perused the catalogue of songs, running her finger down the page.

He imagined that same finger running down his chest, her nail barely scraping his skin as it descended lower.

Damn it.How could he find herfingersexy?

But who was he kidding? He found every part of her sexy.

Her finger stopped, and she turned to look up at him, her eyes twinkling like sapphires. “I found the perfect song.”

“What is it?” he grumped, suddenly not so sure this was a good idea.

“It’s a surprise. Come on. Let’s put down your name, and I believe you owe me a margarita.”

She slipped her hand in his and led him to the bar, whispering to the bartender and pointing at Lee. The bartender broke into a huge smile and laughed. “Got it.”

“Why do I feel like you’re torturing me?” he grumbled.

“Would I torture you?” she teased.

“Yes.”

He ordered her margarita and a whiskey for himself. He was tempted to make it a double. The thought of getting up on the karaoke stage was terrifying, and he needed a boost of courage, but he was driving and he didn’t want his senses dulled when he finally took Blue to bed. He had no idea how he’d last the hour and a half drive, but pulling onto some back road to screw her in the back seat was out of the question, even if it weren’t littered with Buchanan Brewery paraphernalia. He wanted it to be special. He wanted her to feel cherished. Worshipped.

They sat a few tables away from the stage, and thankfully there were less than two dozen customers. Three women were on the stage singing “Respect”and doing a pretty good job of it.

Blue rested her hand on his thigh, and a bolt of heat shot straight to his crotch. She leaned closer, her mouth next to his ear, and whispered, “You’re up next.”

That was like a bucket of cold water to his face. “What?”

The song ended, and the audience clapped as Blue kissed his cheek. “You’re going to be great.”

Then she gave him a soft shove.

He got out of his seat, staring down at her. “I really can’t sing, Blue.”

“Neither can I,” she said as she got up too. “But let’s have fun anyway.” And she took his hand and led him to the stage.

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