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Reckless Hands (Joey and Adora Duet #1)(4)
Author: T.L. Smith

“It’s nada,” he coldly replies, shaking his head as he sits opposite me. “So, why the urgent meeting? You didn’t actually fall in love and plan to get married, did you?”

Ding-dong! He may think he’s joking, but how right is he?

“I am getting married,” I tell him honestly.

“Of course, you are, sweetie. One day soon, when you meet either the perfect man or woman who can keep your interest longer than a one-night stand.” He laughs.

“Hey, I slept with Jo twice.”

“That’s because the second time you were drunk.”

“Fine, whatever,” I say with an eye roll. “But, Troy…” I bite my lip. “I’m not joking.”

“What about, Jo?” he asks.

He’s either confused or not really listening—you never know with Troy. He’s dressed in a suit with garter belts and bright pink boots. His hair is neatly styled, and his lips shine bright red with lipstick. He looks fabulous. His style is one of the reasons I first spoke to him. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I’m sure he gets that a lot—actually, I know he does—but I had to approach him and tell him how amazing his style is. His eyes flicked me over, and he said simply, “I know.” And ever since then, he’s been my best friend. My only friend, really.

“Remember how I told you I came here to escape?” I clutch the coffee in my hand almost to the point of crushing the cup. “Well, no more escaping for me now.”

“Has this got something to do with that man who invested in your bookstore? Because we all know Lucas Rossi is bad news. All the Rossis are, honey.”

“Yeah, about that—”


“I’m meant to be marrying Joey Rossi,” I tell him.

He doesn’t speak at first, just sits there silently staring at me with his eyebrows crushed together so much they form a single line across his forehead. I think for a moment I might have broken him with my bombshell piece of information.

When he’s finally able to respond, he says, “You didn’t tell me you were dating. Why would you hide that from me?”

“I saw him yesterday. I haven’t seen him since I was ten,” I tell him, taking a deep, centering breath. His brows scrunch even further if that’s possible as he tries to put it all together in his head. He can’t. Believe me, even I can’t.

“You’re serious,” he says, his disbelief evident in his tone.

“Yep. Marrying a Rossi.” I smile, only it’s not meeting my eyes.

“Fuck, that’s a death wish waiting to happen,” he jokes, but I realize how serious those words are. “They aren’t good men, Adora. Can you not stop the marriage?” he asks.

“No, I have to… I have no choice.” My phone starts ringing, and I ignore it, waiting for Troy to speak again. “You’ll be there, right? When it finally happens?”

“You like pussy, Adora?”

“I like cock too, you know that. I’m not fussy.”

“So you plan to fuck him?”

“No, that is not in my plan,” I say, shaking my head adamantly.

Fuck my life! I haven’t even thought about that possibility. It’s probably something I should discuss with him—us seeing other people. I wonder if he’ll be good with that.

“Will you answer that phone?” Troy waves his hand in the direction of the incessant ringing. I pull it from my purse and quickly glance down at several text messages, all from him.

We need to talk.



* * *


Sooner rather than later.



* * *


Should I expect to find anyone else between your legs when I see you next?



* * *


You wouldn’t know what to do with me between your legs. Those screams you gave her would be nothing to what I would give you…



* * *


I pull a face at his message before I switch my phone off.

“Are you mad?” I ask, trying to read his expression. I can’t tell if he’s amused, horrified, or somewhere in between.

“No, just confused as to why.”

“It’s arranged and has been since I was a kid. It’s something I can’t say no to. Please believe me when I say that.”

His pink nails tap on the table… once, twice, three times. “You haven’t lied to me before, and I hope you aren’t starting now. So, yes, I believe you.”

“Thank you.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like him.” He smirks.

“No, you don’t. I’m not even sure I like him.” I smirk back, making him laugh.

“Oh, gosh, this is going to be so good.”

“If you say so.” I shrug, not believing a word coming from his mouth.



“Do you ever answer your phone?” I jump at the sound of the voice as I enter my apartment, and a scream rips from my throat. Clutching my bag, I quickly scan the area and find Joey leaning up against my counter, his phone in hand and his eyes on me.

“Do you usually break into people’s apartments?” I bite back.

Closing the door, I approach the other side of the kitchen counter and face him. He slides his phone into his pocket and locks eyes with me. Icy blue eyes stare at me. I’ve seen that shade of blue once before, when I was visiting Thailand and went to the Phi Phi Islands. The crystal-clear water with hints of blue, the color is exactly what his eyes remind me of.

“If you’d answer your phone, you would have known I was trying to be respectful of your time by arranging a time to speak. But since you chose to ignore all my calls and text messages, here I am.” He throws his hands out at his sides, indicating that he is indeed here.

A bit dramatic, I think.

“How did you even find out where I live?”

“It was easy once I knew who I was looking for.”

I turn, giving him my back as I move to the refrigerator and pull out a bottle of water. “That’s what a stalker does.”

He bites his bottom lip, and I must remember I don’t like this man because he looks way too good doing that.

“We need to talk.”

“Talk! Ah-huh, since you broke in and all.” I smile. “Or leave! Yeah, that would be better, so I can change the locks.”

“You won’t be living here much longer, so changing the locks would be a waste of everyone’s time.”

While I digest his words, I stare at him blankly. “Where will I be living?” I ask, confused.

“With me, of course.” He says it so easily, so clearly, so precisely…

I want to run.

“Of course, what was I thinking. Do I get any sort of say in this?” I steady my breathing because, unfortunately, I already know the answer.

“I don’t believe you do.”

“Is that all you came to say?” I nod to the door. “Because you can show yourself out.”

“No. Actually, I came to tell you our date.”

“Date?” I huff. I am more than ready for him to get out of my space.

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