It was going to be a long day.
She knew she would regret hiring her cousin Aria’s good-for-nothing ex-boyfriend who was supposed to be here an hour ago to help tidy before the show. Bobby Casanova was supposed to be her jack-of-all-trades around the gallery helping her move art in and out, cleaning up before and after gallery openings, and help the caterers during events. Generally, however, he spent most of his time mooning over Aria when she was around and taking smoke breaks when she wasn’t. Usually Vivian ended up doing most of that work because she didn’t really trust Bobby to get it done right. Now, because life was just working out like that, she really needed him to come in today and help in a much bigger capacity than she originally thought and he was late.
Just when she was about to say the hell with it and grab a broom, she heard a knock at the gallery’s front door. Finally. She stomped to the door around the broken glass and whipped the door open.
“Took you long…” She froze, eyes wide at the sight of Eoin in front of her. “Enough,” she whispered, lamely.
He looked equally shocked at seeing her, but recovered quicker than she did. “We got here as fast as we could.”
That forced a laugh out of her, which came out sounding more like someone hit her on the back like she was choking. No, no, no. This couldn’t happen right now. Not when she was dealing with the robbery and the new artist showing in two days. Just no to everything he brought with him.
“Now’s really not a good time. I’m waiting for the police, so if you could come back another time that would be great.” Vivian started to shut the door in his face until a well-placed dress shoe stopped her.
“We are the police. Robbery division.”
The police made her edgy since the last time she’d called them she had been mugged. That day held bittersweet memories for her. The mugging and violence of it being the bitter, but meeting Eoin had been oh-so-sweet. She could remember him walking up to her in plain clothes next to some officer she couldn’t even remember now. She’d actually gone weak in the knees at the sight of him as he observed her with kind and gentle eyes. It made her want to jump into his arms, which freaked her out enough to be snarky asking what took them so long. The instant connection she’d felt towards him was not something she was looking for at that point in her life. Or ever, if she was being honest. Love had never done her any favors.
Her mother, Celia, either, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Over and over and over again. Her mother looked for love in any man she met, no matter how much of an asshole. The only thing she ever got from her mother, genetic or otherwise, was a shamrock pin--her mother’s four leaf clover good luck charm. Celia swore it helped her “get lucky”. Vivian hadn’t taken it before she moved out because of her mother’s idea that it held supposed sexual powers. She’d taken it because she needed some luck in her life. She wanted to be successful in life, not just in love or lust like her mother. That was the last thing she wanted for herself.
Then she met Eoin.
Beginner's Luck (The O'Briens Book 1) will be released in November 2016!