Lucky Me Exclusive Excerpt - When Gia Meets Jack

Lucky Me by Saba Kapur

Lucky Me launches in just a few short weeks, and boy, are we excited. To celebrate, we thought we'd wet your palate with an exclusive, never-before-seen excerpt from chapter one, when Gia meets Jack.

Lucky Me by Saba Kapur releases April 5th and is available fore pre-order on Amazon.com

 

 

"I felt two hands hold up my arms, steadying me so that I didn’t fall over. My gaze followed the grip all the way up to its owner; a young, blonde-haired guy who was standing only an inch away. His eyes were blue, but not piercing, and I was standing close enough to see tiny bits of grey in them. He was the kind of attractive that you don’t come across too often, the kind that makes you all excited. He was the type of guy who you’d tell your friends asked for your number at a bar, when really all he did was walk past you. He had a smile on his face as he watched me, his fingers still curled around my arms.

“You alright?” he said, laughing a little.

I nodded silently, and his hands pulled away from me as he took a step back.

“This is my daughter, Gia.” Dad stepped in. I stood rooted to the spot, scared to blink just in case the view disappeared.

“Hi,” the stranger said.

“Wow!” I breathed.

I mentally slapped myself so hard; I think my cheek actually bruised. With any luck he hadn’t heard me.

“Excuse me?”

Yep, he had heard me. My brain kicked into survival gear and I stupidly placed the iPhone to my ear, pretending someone was still on the line.

“Wow! That sounds great. Uh-huh. Okay, bye now!” I hung up on my pretend caller and roughly shoved my phone back into my pocket. “Sorry, phone call. What were you saying?”

“I’m Jack. Anderson,” he said, extending his hand to me.

“Me too,” I replied, shaking his hand lightly. It was like I was scared to touch his skin, just in case I melted.

“What?” His smile widened.

“What?” I repeated casually. Somewhere to my left I heard Mike guffaw, and I realized the entire room could hear me make a fool of myself.

Jack Anderson was undoubtedly one of the most attractive people I had ever met. Which is a big deal, given the fact that I have shared the same air as Jake Gyllenhaal. He shook his head slightly and pulled his hand away, much to my disappointment. I waited for him to turn around and ask if I were mentally challenged. Thankfully, he just stood there.

“Gia, this is Mr. Colin Walters,” Dad said, motioning to the man on his right. “He’s head of the agency in New York. They’ve been nice enough to fly all the way down to LA especially for us.”

I smiled awkwardly at the kind looking man with white hair and a white moustache. He reminded me of Santa Claus a little bit, and judging by the blonde present standing right next to me, I had been a good girl this year. I walked over to Mr Walters and shook his hand, brushing past Jack on my way.

“Nice to meet you Gia,” Mr. Walters said, and turned to the two other men standing next to him. “This is Kenny, and that’s Chris.”

I looked at the other bodyguards, evaluating their appearances as I gave them an awkward wave. Unlike Jack, Kenny looked like a bodyguard. He was dressed in black from head to toe, he was really buff, he was bald, and he was African American. I know, what a stereotype. Chris, on the other hand, looked absolutely nothing like a bodyguard. With his skinny frame and floppy brown hair, he didn’t look capable of kicking his own butt, let alone someone else’s. Plus, he looked like he hadn’t even hit puberty yet. And then there was Jack, who was nothing like I’d ever seen.

“We’re all very honored that you chose our company, despite all the fantastic services here in LA,” Mr. Walters said, practically beaming behind his moustache. “Personally, I’m a very big fan of your movies.”

Dad smiled humbly and said, “You were very highly recommended. It’s no problem at all.”

Mr. Nice Santa Guy started to ramble on about how important it was that we didn’t tell even our closest friends about the bodyguards, at least for the time being, but I wasn’t really paying attention. Instead, I was concentrating on trying to figure out what was wrong with Jack. Someone who looked that perfect had to have been harboring some kind of crazy secret. If it looks too good to be true, then it probably is. Maybe he was a ribbon gymnastics enthusiast, or had a sock collection stored in his basement.

Kenny was reassuring Dad about how they were the very best bodyguards, as if I even cared about their capabilities. From the corner of my eye I could see Jack evaluating me, which was freaking me out. What the heck was he staring at? It was taking me all the strength I had not to burst into uncontrollable nervous laughter. When I tuned back into the conversation, Santa Man seemed ready to leave.

“I should probably be heading off,” Mr. Walters said, shaking my dad’s hand.

We all politely thanked Mr. Walters, then Dad walked him to the front door, leaving Mike and me in the living room with the three bodyguards. On the way out of the room, I could hear him asking Dad if he did his own stunts.

“So,” Mike began, trying to break the ice after a few seconds of silence. “Which one of you is going to be my bodyguard?”

I silently prayed that Jack wasn’t Mike’s bodyguard. Someone as beautiful as him could not be wasted on my brother. Baby J wouldn’t do me like that.

“I am,” Chris said quietly, holding up his hand and giving a little wave. I blew out a sigh of relief.

“I’m your dad’s,” Kenny told us, in a deep voice.

I looked at Jack. “So that means-“

“I’m yours.”

If only he had said that with a bouquet of roses in his hand."

 

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Lucky Me by Saba Kapur releases April 5th and is available fore pre-order on Amazon.com