Getting Lucky
Ali Parkeri fell for my bossi will not expect anything from my ungrateful father
EMBER
“What a week.” Gracie flopped onto the couch in our living room with a bowl of yogurt, still wearing her pajamas even though it was after nine on a Friday morning.
I dragged a spoon through my own bowl, but really, who wanted plain yogurt with chopped-up fruit for breakfast? It was a travesty that it could even be called breakfast if there was no bacon in sight.
“Yeah, it was rough,” I agreed, though the work wasn’t the difficult part of it for me. Kaden was. Watching him scramble to figure out who I was had been fun. Okay, he didn’t exactly scramble.