Lucky Baby (Crescent Cove 11)

They tried to escape the apartment for more beer.

Escape? I don’t understand.

I sent her an audio clip of their cat shrieks. How long did it take for us to go up three floors in this freaking elevator?

Oh, goddess. Where are you?

Elevator.

I stuffed my phone away and held the door open. “All right, ladies. Let’s go.”

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bsp; “Pfff. I’m not a lady. You’re a lady.” Caleb crowded into me.

“Not generally. Remember that and follow direction or I’ll knock your ass out.” He swayed and I lifted him up by the arm. “There we go. Straight ahead, buddy.”

Brady straightened his shoulders and walked out on his own steam. “If you knock my ass out, I’ll arrest you.”

“You couldn’t arrest a baby right now, buddy.”

“Of course I could. Not that I would. Babies are cute. This town is full of babies.” Brady shook his head sadly. “It’s nuts. Imma go fall down now.”

“In your bed, please,” I called after him.

He did a little wave and bumbled his way down the hall.

Luna flew out of their apartment, a flowy robe with moons and astrology symbols all over it trailing behind her. Her blue eyes went huge. “Goldilocks, what did you do?”

“Hey, Lu.” He leaned hard on me. “I can’t feel my lips.”

“Not again.”

My eyebrow rose. “Is this a regular thing?”

Luna laughed. “Goddess, no. But our first…date if you will included a little sauced Goldilocks.” She came over to hook his arm around her neck. “It’s a long story. Come over tomorrow and I’ll tell you.”

“Uh, that’s not—”

“Nope. We’re going to be friends, I just know it. Come on over tomorrow. We’re going to play poker with Bess and Ryan. We’re teaching Tabitha.”

I blinked. “Poker?”

“Yes.”

Caleb leaned into Luna and kissed her cheek. “I love you. Do you know that?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I know.”

“You’re so pretty.” He buried his nose in her hair. “And you smell so good.”

“Oy. I better get him in bed.”

“Good idea. I gotta deal with Thor.”

“Hmm.”

I lifted a finger. “No. He works for me. That’s it.” And I would not think about the fact that he’d fucked the holy hell out of me less than twenty-four hours ago.