Chapter Thirty
No Dice
Luck is not chance; it's toil. Fortune's expensive smile is earned.
–Emily Dickinson
Day 4—5:47PM
Tampa City Streets
ELENA
Five missed calls, two unanswered texts, and one shaky voicemail later, and it appears that all the progress Lukas and I have made in the past three months has gone to s**t.
He hasn’t ignored me like this since a week before Kat and Foxx’s engagement party… when I had to text him via Skype…
When we had strangely hot cyber-se…
God… I can’t even say the word. It was one interesting night.
And if I’m asked about that night on my deathbed, that one statement will be all I have to say of it. But now it’s different. At least, I thought it was.
Several hours later, after witnessing the strangest rendezvous in Le Petite Café, it seems that Gr
