Page 62 of Entangled

“It wasnotboring.” He wrinkles his nose and mimics me. “Not evenclose.”

I cross my arms, then slip on the tub. I spot Sherry and decide it’s time for another fling. Wrapping my lips around her neck, I drink her down like a one-night stand I plan on regretting.

I point the bottle at him. “What about Jasper?”

Lucky grabs it, looking grumpy, and some of the amber liquid sprays into the tub.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to take themboth,” he drawls.

I hum thoughtfully.

“Look, Lucks. Can I call you Lucks? I think you might just be biting off more than you can chomp on here.” I muster the most sympathetic smile I can find. “Now, I don’t want to sound condescending... but maybe you should worry about getting that whole relationship sorted before you go takin’ on anyone else. Just seems sensible.”

Lucky squints at me, then he smacks the water, spraying me with dirty bath juice. I shove back my chair with a shout, but the back legs catch on a tile and the chair tips, dumping me hard onto the soaking floor.

“Son of a—” I point at him, glaring. “Don’t get your bandages wet!”

“Don’t tell me my romantic relationships are doomed to fail!”

I pull myself up on the tub. “You’re being greedy.”

“Oh! OH!No!” he scoffs, looking at me like I just told him stars are fairy farts. He can’t move much, though, so he still seems pretty pathetic. “You aresucha hypocrite. What about you and Dom, huh? You guys get to share!”

“Well, maybe he doesn’t want to anymore!” I snap back, then slump against the cold porcelain wall amid the discarded bubbles. “He doesn’t wantmeanymore either.”

Not our plans, not our Eden. I thought I could change his mind, but maybe I just...can’t. I thought for sure he’d cave when we had her under us, submitting like she was born for it. But he didn’t.

And I don’t know what to do with that.

The bubbles all around me die in slow bursts.

Popgoes one dream. Oh look, there goes another. Pop, pop,pop.

Lucky stops trying to dump water on me with his feeble little slaps. He leans over the tub to look down at me with wide eyes.

“Oh, shit!” he says. “You’reme!”

I lay down on the tiles, hurting in uncomfortable ways, missing the others so much my lungs ache. The booze turns sour in my gut.

“They’ll be okay,” Lucky whispers. “They’ll get her back and everyone will be fine.”

From somewhere, I work up a small smile for the blue eyes peeking over the side of the tub. “Yeah. I know they will.”

Man, lies taste worse than Sherry.

Chapter19

Eden

Survival tip #135

Appreciate the little things.

Company. Safety. Beautiful, panty-soaking men.

Another cave. Wonderful.

We followed Heather’s people through the forest to the heavy expanse of cliffs, traveling until the mid-afternoon sun tilted enough to burn back the shadows and soak us in sunlight. Finally, we reach a spot they recognized, and I watch them drop into a crawl and disappear into a low, dark rock tunnel.

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