Fluke – Carmichael Family Read Online Adriana Locke

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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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“Well, good for them,” I say, holding my head in my hands. “I’m glad they found their knight in shining armor. But I have no interest in finding a man to deal with for the rest of my life, nor am I super excited about having a fake one either.”

Hannah taps on the table. “Let me know if you need anything. I have a couple of new tables to check on.”

Kerissa takes my notepad and slides it across the table as Hannah leaves.

I love my job, and Bridgit, more than any job I’ve had before. And while a part of me knows she would understand my predicament—especially since I think she dislikes Chuck too—I don’t want to give her a reason to think poorly of me.

I don’t want to disappoint her.

“Okay, I think this was a solid start,” Kerissa says. “Just look at it. You’ll feel better if you have an option in your back pocket.”

She’s right. Options are good.

She turns the notepad around, and together, we read.

SEEKING AN EX-HUSBAND

I need a fake ex-husband.

Let me explain …

I may have let it slip to my new coworkers that I have an ex-husband. Now they’re fascinated with the details, specifically with him.

Why wouldn’t they be? He’s gorgeous, has exceptional skills in the bedroom, and is determined to win me back.

But there’s a problem. He doesn’t exist.

The bigger problem? I have to produce him to save my job.

This is where you come in.

I’m seeking someone to play a smitten ex-husband for two weeks. You’ll need to remember our love story—details matter when it comes to romance! I need you to be prepared to travel in-state at a moment’s notice. We may be in close proximity; sharing a bed may be required.

One more thing—kisses are required for optics as necessary.

If this sounds interesting or, at the very least, entertaining, let me know.

Signed,

Your Future Ex-Wife

“See?” I take the notepad and stuff it into my bag. “That’s … no. Funny, but no.”

“Suit yourself.”

I twist to hang the bag on the back of my chair. “I think I’d rather find an actual husband than post that. I …”

As I start to turn back, my eyes latch on to a pair of the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen.

Screw. Me.

2

PIPPA

Lord have mercy.

Pheromones ripple through the air as my gaze collides with the man sitting behind me. The corners of his lips curl into a smirk, sending shivers snaking down my spine.

Jess Carmichael is nothing short of a dream.

Thick, sandy-colored hair styled in a crew cut with tapered sides gives him a boy-next-door vibe. His smile—complete with full lips ready to be kissed.

Or maybe that’s just me.

His jaw is sharp, and his shoulders tell tales of lifting heavy things all day. The scruff dotting his cheeks—begging to scratch my inner thighs—only draws more attention to his fantastic green eyes that twinkle like they hold a lifetime’s worth of secrets.

Or, again, maybe that’s just me.

It’s amazing that God continued to make men after he wrapped Jess. He’d already crafted perfection.

“Did I hear you say that you’re looking for a husband?” he asks, rubbing a finger along his bottom lip.

“You heard no such thing.”

“Are you sure? Because I’m pretty damn certain I heard you say that you want to find a husband.”

I grin. “You heard me say that I’d rather find a husband than go through with Kerissa’s silliness.”

His smile incinerates my insides. “If you change your mind, I’m up for the job.”

I shove his arm and immediately regret the decision.

The contact is akin to touching a piece of metal after shuffling across the carpet in clean socks. Despite the jolt of energy, my hand remains on his solid bicep for a moment longer than necessary.

Jess laughs, the sound taking up the space between us as I withdraw my touch.

I’ve known Jess and his brothers most of my life, thanks to my brother, Greg. Dad didn’t give his only son much of a choice. He was going to carry on the family legacy and become a wrestler. It turns out that wrestling is a very, very small world, and the Carmichaels were a permanent fixture in that landscape.

I spent countless weekends traveling to tournaments as a young girl, watching Greg do his thing. As we grew older, my brother and Jess became best friends. And when we all graduated from high school, Greg went to college on a course for med school, and I followed the year after. Jess stayed behind.

Since then, I’ve loosely kept up with the Carmichaels through social media and saying hello on occasions when we bump into one another somewhere. But because I made it a point not to come back to this area, mostly to avoid my parents until I moved back last week, I haven’t had an opportunity to really talk to any of them in a long time.


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