Fool Me Once (First Wives #1)

“I wonder if we’ll ever hear from the cruise line about Rogelio and Miguel.”

“I somehow doubt it will be anything we want to hear.”

“Still can’t believe I fell for that. What is wrong with me that I’m so ready to fall like that?”

Lori felt like she’d been answering this question for the better part of two weeks.

“He was the schmuck, not you. You had your guard down. On vacation in the sun halfway across the world. He’d obviously done this before.”

“I’m such an asshole.” Avery sucked down half her glass right as the bell at Lori’s door rang.

“Uhm . . .”

“Who could that be? It’s kinda late.”

“Well—”

Avery stared for a second before her eyes opened wider. “Wait . . . did you have something going on?”

“Kinda.”

Lori looked in her hallway mirror, rolled her eyes at the day-old appearance that stared back at her.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Avery called from the kitchen.

Lori smoothed a hand down her skirt and opened the door.

Her jaw dropped. “Danny? What are you—”

“Oh, hello . . . who are you?” Avery asked from behind Lori.

Danny’s devilish smile and charm swept over Avery before settling on her. “Hey, sis.”

Danny had a bag slung over his shoulder as he passed through her threshold. “Did I know you were coming?”

“We talked about late summer.”

Yeah, last Christmas. Not a word since.

“Uhm . . .”

Danny pushed past her, dropped his bag in her foyer, and extended a hand to Avery with a flirty smile. “I’m Lori’s much younger brother.”

“I’m Avery.” Avery’s voice dropped an octave, as if she were in a smoky bar, sizing up a man offering to buy her a drink. She turned to Lori. “Did I know you had a brother?”

“No.”

“And here I thought you had a date.”

Lori ducked around the corner, past the two who were saying way too much with their eyes, to see the clock. “I do have a date.”

“Do you live with my sister?” Danny asked, completely ignoring Lori.

“No. I have my own place upstairs.”

“It’s nice to have neighbors.”

Lori closed her eyes. “This is sooo not going to happen!” She put a hand between her brother and her client and waved them apart as if that was possible.

“You always were so bossy, sis.” Danny leaned in and kissed Lori’s cheek. “How is that death job you have? Shuffling papers and making calls?”

She wanted to call her brother out on his lack of job but held her comments back.

“C’mon in, Danny. We just opened a bottle of wine.”

Lori squeezed her hands tight. How had her quiet naked night with Reed become so crowded?

She started to follow the others when there was a knock on her door.

Reed stood with a jacket and a bottle of red wine.

“Who’s that?” Avery called from the kitchen.

Reed’s smile dropped.

Lori shook her head and pulled him inside. She lifted both hands in the air. “I’m sorry in advance.”

“You have company?”

“I didn’t—”

Avery walked around the corner. “Reed? I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Lori shook her head. “I told you I had plans.”

“Oh, well.” Avery took the wine from Reed’s hand. “Let me open this for you.”

Lori wanted to crawl in a corner and hide.

Reed peeked around the corner. “Are we having a party?”

She moved close and whispered, “I came in and Avery was making herself at home . . . then my brother showed up unannounced.”

He tilted his head. “Your brother is here?”

“Should we Uber in some food?” Avery asked from the kitchen.

Lori stepped close to Reed and rested her forehead on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

The strength of his arms circled her back. “Don’t be.”




“. . . and then Lori stood up, grabbed the largest knife on the table, and proceeded to hack the turkey right down the middle. She grabbed her plate once she’d managed to butcher the poor, dead bird, shoved as much of it as she could on one tiny plate, and then damn near threw it at Uncle Joe and said, ‘There ya go, half for you, half for Dad, carve the damn thing the way you want!’”

Lori buried her head in her hands. “It wasn’t one of my finer moments.”

Danny talked around the forkful of food he’d just shoved into his mouth. “The best part—”

“Oh, God.”

Danny ignored his sister and kept going.

“. . . was when she pulled off one of the turkey legs with her bare hand, waved it in the air, and told the men to grow up before stomping out of the dining room.”

Reed tried to picture her waving poultry at her arguing family.

“There hasn’t been a holiday dinner since where Lori doesn’t have a turkey leg on her plate.”

The red in Lori’s face was priceless. “I don’t even like dark meat.”

Danny shoved his sister’s shoulder with his. “Serious props. Uncle Joe and Dad never bitch about who does a better job at carving a turkey anymore.”

“They were being ridiculous.”

“And you reacted with poise and grace?” Avery asked.

“I’m an attorney. I cut it down the middle. Seemed appropriate at the time.”

“My family dinners are full of ‘pass the salt’ and ‘how are your roses growing this year, Adeline?’ I have the most boring family ever,” Avery exclaimed.

“That isn’t always a bad thing,” Lori told her.

“One of these days I’m going to have to do something outrageous just to have something to talk about every year.”

“You just divorced a millionaire. I’m sure that will keep the gossip going for a while.”

Avery had already given the skinny to Danny about her recent divorce and how she knew Lori. Information that Reed knew but now felt free to talk about.

“My family half expected it.”

“Oh?” Danny questioned.

“Yeah, Bernie was exactly what my family wanted me to be with. Most of them whispered that it wouldn’t last.”

Danny looked genuinely bothered by her statement. “That sucks.”

“Whatever. It didn’t last.” Avery flipped her hair and turned on her smile. “So, Danny, how long are you staying in town?”

Lori leaned in. “Yeah, how long are you sleeping on my couch?”

“Don’t you have a guest room?” he asked.

“Depends on how long you’re staying.”

Danny narrowed his eyes at his sister. “I know you love me, sis. Don’t even try and deny me.”

“I love you for two weeks in my guest room or three weeks on my couch . . . four and you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Danny placed a hand over his chest. “You wound me.”

“Danny . . .”

“Two weeks. I’m actually on my way south of the border. I hear there’s some great fishing off Cabo.”

“You’re a fisherman?” Avery asked.

He shook his head. “No, I’m just allergic to work, and fishing is a great way to tan, eat, and make a few bucks.”

Reed soaked in Lori’s body language.

If he was reading her right, she wasn’t kidding when she suggested her brother sleep on the floor if he planned on staying longer than he was welcome.