Aiden's Luck (Seattle Stories Book 3)
Con Riley
Language: English
Pages: 326
ISBN: B00ARFCE16
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Seattle Stories: Book Three
House-sitting for a friend is supposed to be a lucky break for Aiden Daly. Discovering his new housemate is the image of his first crush turns it into a nightmare. Marco de Luca is obviously interested in being more than housemates, but his resemblance to Aiden’s ideal man seems only skin-deep. Besides, Aiden doesn’t date.
Since his adoptive father’s suicide, Aiden’s first priority has been supporting his remaining family—and shielding them from the truth of their financial situation. Deeply concerned for his mother's mental health, Aiden remains closeted and lonely, convinced that bad luck is the only luck he'll ever have.
As if the pressure of keeping his father’s financial secrets weren’t enough to handle, Aiden’s birth father makes contact, sending Aiden’s anxieties spiraling out of control. But it’s a crisis at work that finally brings Aiden to his breaking point. Accepting support from Marco is a gamble, but it could be just what Aiden needs to turn his luck around.
from sight. Aiden rested the backpack on top of his suitcase and loosened its fastener. His laptop had its own compartment inside, as did his passport, preprinted boarding pass, and some other papers. He pulled the boarding pass out and scanned the departure board. It was time to check his bag. The line for security was long and winding. People shuffled along with their belts already loosened, unfastening their watches, tense with preflight nerves and agitation. He looked over his documents
you.’” Aiden’s cheeks reddened. “You’re making that shit up.” Marco’s headshake was slow. He pointed out the same photo that Aiden had admired just days before. “He always looked out for my best interests.” “Wait, that’s not you holding a baby?” “No. That’s the first time he held me. All I did was cry. He said then that he knew I would be trouble.” He leaned across the desk, knocking a pile of papers over, kissing Aiden slowly. He sat again only at the ping of a business-related e-mail.
staggering in Levi’s direction. Paul’s yelling had increased and had gotten really frantic. Then Marco had stepped in Levi’s way and stopped Aiden in his tracks. In his waking nightmare, Marco had wrapped his arms around him, one hand grasping at his nape. His fingers had tangled in the curls there, and he’d breathed out foreign-sounding calming words that drowned out the sounds of yelling. By the time the cops arrived, Paul had crossed the street with Levi and had left him safely there with
slipping upward to his shoulders. His thumbs traced the cords that ran up his neck. When he spoke, Aiden thought he sounded disappointed. “You looked confused there for a moment. What did you think I meant for you to tell her?” Aiden tried to look away, only Marco’s grip was suddenly viselike. This could be it between them. Or this might be the perfect moment to tell Marco why his life was such a mess. He looked into warm brown eyes and felt an overwhelming urge—like when he’d first gone
really so worried about discussing your adoption with her? Surely it won’t be a completely surprising choice of conversation?” Aiden shook his head. It would no doubt upset her, but that wasn’t the sword that constantly hung over his head. He felt Marco take a deep breath. “So, this isn’t about your birth father.” He leaned back, waiting until Aiden met his gaze. His next words were quiet but steady. “Aiden, is there something about your adoptive father, rather than your birth one, that you