Wrong Bed Baby (Crescent Cove 10)

Apparently, the fear of another little sister was enough to kill even his basic manners.

Shaking my head with a smile, I packed up my soft sided briefcase with the homework I had to check over and made sure I had my lucky pen, since the kids were always trying to borrow it. A text from Luna made me grin on my way to the bathroom before iz headed out.

I was in the area so I’m coming up. Or is that you’ll be coming up?

When you’re involved, babe, that’s a definite. See you soon. I missed you.

I frowned as I took care of business in the bathroom and washed up. How could you miss someone you’d just seen this morning? And last night? And rinse and repeat for all the previous days for the last several weeks? The nights we didn’t spend together were few and far between. As it was, I hadn’t hung out with my best friend in a while, and it wasn’t for his lack of trying.

As he was trying again right now, texting me while I dried my hands. I checked my phone with a wince.

Okay, asshole, I’m about to tack a photo of your face up at the post office and offer a reward for sightings.

I’m around. You know what the start of school is like.

School started weeks ago, and hello, Friday night beer fest? Where was your ass? Not at The Spinning Wheel, that’s for sure.

I scratched my neck. That had been the night Luna and I had gone for a picnic down by the lake—and finished with a romp in the Hamiltons’ boat house. Hey, it was convenient, and Seth was a friend. Surely he’d understand the call of nature.

And the demands of a really hard dick after seeing the see-through thong Luna had on under her pretty floral sundress.

I had something come up.

Uh-huh. I can guess what.

In lieu of an answer that sounded smug, I sent him a winky face.

Whatever, man, you can’t ghost another dude. It’s just not done.

I’m not ghosting you.

You know, never mind. Just enjoy Luna and forget all about me.

My thumbs blurred over the screen as I stepped out of the bathroom and glimpsed Luna at the opposite end of the hall, looking like a damn vision in her kicky skirt and denim jacket. I typed faster.

I was going to ask you to dinner tonight at The Hummingbird’s Nest. Can you make it?

This probably wasn’t the best idea, and I hadn’t run it by Luna in any case. Our small intimate dinner with her best friend and her new dude was about to be blown to hell.

A long pause during which I waved to Luna—and scowled when Mike London sauntered out of his classroom and immediately began chatting up my girl.

Hurry the fuck up, Lucky.

Ok. What time?

Six?

He sent me a thumbs up sign, so I decided not to mention the whole date thing. You could never be sure who he might show up with. Sometimes he brought multiples. Once or twice, he’d even asked the server to take a break and join us.

With Lucky, anything went. Often.

Luna walked away from Mike and strolled toward me, her smile bright. She was like a damn ray of sunshine with her blond curls escaping from her updo. Big glittery moon earrings swung from her ears and matched the pendant that dipped teasingly low between her breasts in her lemon-colored top.

I started to smile back—it was almost impossible not to—but her expression seemed glassy. A pretty veneer that didn’t match what was beneath.

“What’s wrong?” I demanded, meeting her in the middle of the hall.

Her easy smile dipped for a moment before she shored it up again as she leaned up on