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Just My Luck
Karma's a beach.see full description
ON SALE: JULY 16, 2019
Marty has terrible luck, and she knows exactly why. While working as a housekeeper at a ritzy hotel in Maui, Marty made it a habit to steal from the guests. What better way to stick it to the rich snobs they have to clean up after than to take their stuff? Marty knows how to get her luck back: She just has to return Every. Single. Item.
When Marty meets Will, a new guest who is staying for the summer, she does the one thing she always promised herself she'd never do—fall for a tourist. But Will's special, different from the other guests at the hotel. Maybe Marty's luck is finally turning around.
When a string of events threatens their relationship, Marty has to find a way to get those items back to their original owners... or she’ll be saying goodbye to Will forever.
I sit down on the floor, my heart racing. Nothing in this box means anything to me. I didn’t take any of this stuff because I needed it — I took it because I felt resentful of the people who could leave their rooms in a disaster state and not spare a thought for the staff who had to clean up after them. I was jealous of what they had and I wanted to punish them in some small way.
And, all of a sudden, I know why my luck has been so bad. It has nothing to do with my dad leaving and everything to do with me stealing this stuff.
The universe is trying to settle the score.
I put all of the items back into the shoebox, handling them as gently as if they were grenades. This time, I don’t bury the box at the back of my closet. I set it on my desk instead and sit down on my bed, wrapping my arms around myself.
I have to return all of this. It’s the only way I’m ever going to get my luck back. And judging from how bad it’s been lately, I need to do this sooner rather than later.
But it’s one thing to know I have to give this stuff back. It’s another to figure out how I’m going to do it. I only have a vague idea of which rooms I took each item from. On an average day, I’d clean ten suites, which were assigned at the beginning of each shift. I never wrote the room numbers down, because why bother. While housekeeping maintains a record of who cleaned which room on which day, I don’t have access to those records.
But my mom does.
I take a deep breath. Breaking into her files might not earn me any points with the universe, but it’s the only way I can get that information.
I just hope that it works.
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