Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(19)

She gives me a little push. But as I’m turning, I feel her hand slip into mine, drawing my eyes down to see them joined, making me smile.

Is there such a thing as a non-monogamous girlfriend…who doesn’t love you but always treats you like her favorite? Because I want Eleanor to be that.

No commitment, all the fun, and none of the feelings.





eight





“Now I know why the lord gave me one heart and three holes.”





eleanor


Oof, I shouldn’t be holding his hand. I just told him I never double dip, but here I am, prepping to do just that. He’s just so fucking dreamy, and that kiss… If my pussy was previously in a coma, it’s now revived and doing lunges, getting ready for round two.

I mean, what’s the worst that could happen if we hook up again? It’s not like either of us is trying to be in a relationship anytime soon, that’s for sure. And Crew isn’t a fall-for-the-girl type. Soo, maybe we could…

No, nope, negatory. What am I thinking?

The last time I thought a guy and I could swing casual sex ended with him showing up at the salon. Without an appointment. While I was waxing some dude’s ass.

The poor client was literally head down, ass up, and that psychopath busted in to show me a portrait of my fucking face that he got tattooed on his chest.

Guys get addicted when the girl is down to keep things simple. You suddenly start becoming the one. And no matter how easy breezy Crew comes off, I do not need another portrait of me out in the fucking wild.

I look up at Crew as we take the steps, but my eyes narrow because I just thought to myself—maybe he’s different. Gross.

Talk about famous last words. Why can’t there be a test? A way to know he won’t turn into a walking museum of me.

Ooo, hold up. Have I just solved my own problem with a genius thought?

Yes—if I take my hand away and he tightens trying to keep it, I stick to my guns. But if he lets it go easily, then it’s cock-a-doodle-me time. I feel like this could work…

The real question is: Have I lost my mind to horniness? Maybe… do I care? Not really.

But before I can test my theory, Crew’s lawyer interrupts my plan.

“It’s about time you got here. Fuck, Crew. It’s not a good look to make a judge wait.” Law and Order looks at me, adding, “Excuse my French. Hi, I’m Joshua Maroney, your lawyer for the day.”

I grin. “I don’t speak French, Stabler, so you’re good. Just make sure your fee is covered by the other guy.”

I think I’m funny, and apparently, he does too because the Gabriel Macht look-alike huffs a laugh as he starts up the stairs, glancing over his shoulder to throw out, “Technically, Elliot Stabler’s a detective. I’m a lawyer. But don’t worry, I do pro bono work.” He holds the door open for us to walk inside the building, offering his words to Crew this time. “You sure you don’t want to stay hitched? She’s funny.”

No, thanks blasts from our mouths simultaneously before we look at each other and smile.

“Come on, then, lovebirds. Let’s hope we didn’t piss off the judge.”





crew


I like the way her hand fits in mine.

And I’m tempted to keep holding it, but I can’t because that’s the kind of shit that makes the day go from legendary to restraining order. Thank fuck Josh interrupted because my dick was robbing me of blood flow to my fucking brain.

I was dangerously close to doing something stupid because I know how girls are.

Even with as cool as Eleanor is and as much as she talks a good game about hooking up, even she has a thing…something that’ll make her think we’re a possibility. That there’s untapped potential here, and eventually, four little irrational words will make all the sense in the world to her: I can change him.

It won’t matter that I’ve been completely straightforward with my intentions. I’ll be a guy who broke her heart. No way am I setting myself up for that shit.

I need to let her hand go before I look like boyfriend material. As I’m thinking it, Eleanor slips her hand from mine, so I let it go without hesitation because I’d be a fool to pass up divine intervention.

Still, the irony isn’t lost on me. I chuckle to myself, realizing how crazy it is that I’m worried my wife might fall for me.

As if I beckoned her with my thoughts, she looks up, our smiles meeting.

Begrudgingly, I look away because Josh has stopped in front of a door with a gold nameplate affixed to the front before turning to address us in the vacant hallway.

“Listen up, kids. Although it’s uncommon for the judge to ask us to chambers, I figure he understands the need for privacy because of who Crew is. Honestly, I’ve never had a client stupid enough to do something like this, so I’m not sure what to expect.” Josh smiles apologetically at Eleanor. “Sorry, no offense.”

The way she shrugs makes me grin because Eleanor defines nonchalant.

“None taken. It was super dumb…honestly, it makes me regret saying yes. I’d always hoped my first husband would be smarter.”

Josh laughs as I nudge her. But his eyes linger. The fuck? It’s enough to make me clear my throat and make him grin, and he looks at me, saying, “Sorry,” before he switches back to professional mode.