Free The Sweetest Fling (A Stupid Cupid Book) by Amber Scott

trustworthy?”
    Oliver shook his head, and slammed their bedroom door shut, locking himself in.
    Claire looked down at herself, tears springing to her eyes. She wanted to leave, reverse time, and go back to that restaurant. How had she misjudged Oliver so thoroughly? It had to be pressure from the wedding. How did a fantasy he only brought up two or three times in order to start a fight, move into this level of action?
    Thank God that she didn’t tell him about seeing Jace. He’d have latched onto that as another excuse and try to blame her for being a totally normal woman.What a mess. How could she marry Oliver after a stunt like this?
    She couldn’t.

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    Chapter Nine
     
     
    “Are you scowling?” Millie asked. She couldn’t be sure what with his oversized metro-sexual sunglasses hiding his too-damned-sexy eyes.
    AJ lifted his eyebrows, but the sour curve at his mouth still stuck. He adjusted the rearview mirror and watched the road. “Call me pessimistic, but how can you be sure?”
    “What do you mean, how ? If being assigned to Jace and stumbling smack into Claire isn’t me getting a second chance, what is? I begged you six years ago to let me go to the Karma Court. You said no.”
    “Millie it wasn’t that simple,” he said.
    Millie folded her arms. He just didn’t want to admit he’d been wrong. Well, that didn’t matter. She was right. That is what mattered now. “I’ve got some serious scrambling to do, but my bet is that when we get Claire and Oliver’s files, you’ll see that I’m right.”
“Let’s say you are right. Let’s say that this is all a big design—”
“Which you’ve sworn happens with Karma Court,” Millie interjected.
“To bring Jace and Claire back together. But why now?”
“Ask the Karma Court.” Which she’d suggested six years ago!
“Think about it for a second. Claire is engaged. Why not assign you a year ago, when she might not have been. Why now?”
“Maybe because Tyler wasn’t ready to meet someone new. Maybe because Jace held a grudge until now. Who cares?”
“I care. I’m not going to help you wreck four lives on a gamble.”
    Millie gasped. “Wreck? Wreck.” She held up her bangled arm. “I’m halfway through my sentence, AJ! Half. I mean, yes, I’ve screwed up. A lot. But I’ve learned.” Hurt welled up her chest. “And I’ve never gambled. I’ve guessed wrong, researched errantly, but gambled? Name one time.”
    “Albany.”
    “Albany was not a gamble. It was a bad assignment. Clark was gay!”
    “Which you gambled on.”
    “I paired him with someone who was not his perfect type. How was I to know that I’d out him, and it would all fall apart?” How could he bring that up? It was his effing shoulder she’d cried on. For months after. Millie snapped her jaw shut.
    A rap song on the radio thumped a pitiful bass out of the speakers. The lyrics put a bad version of “Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear” in her head.
    “I think you should consider that Claire showing up isn’t fate tying them back together.” AJ pulled the car up to their apartment. “It might be instead that Jace needs to get closure and say good-bye in order to finally secure the match with the girl you did find. Belinda.”
Millie sagged into her seat. Damn it. Belinda was awesome. “Maybe I should talk to Ashley.”
AJ paused mid-exit. “About what?”
“About Belinda. About Claire.”
    He shut the car door, sitting back again. As though he might drive her away from the apartment. “Ashley doesn’t know about Claire.”
    Crappity-crap. He was right. “No, but, she does know her brother, and maybe Ashley can tell whether he and Belinda will work out.” Oh, who was she kidding? Ashley couldn’t help. Not without knowing. Millie dropped her head against the headrest. “Okay. So I can’t tell Ashley. And this might not be fate.” She yanked her door open. “I’ll be careful. Happy?”
    AJ locked the car and strode after her up the walk to unit B47.