Wrong Bed Baby (Crescent Cove 10)

“He’s not a sap.” I grabbed the phone then pulled the pillow around in front of me to hug it.

“You let me believe he was being a jerk.”

“I didn’t let you believe anything.” I wrapped my arms tighter around the pillow.

She dropped the duvet to the floor. “Oh, no. Don’t give me that face. Out with it. You’re going to tell me right now what the heck is going on.”

“Can I have my blanket back first?”

“No.”

“You’re mean.”

“No. I’m your best friend. And you’re worrying me. I’ve been concocting ways to string this guy up by his balls.”

I slumped back against the headboard. “He doesn’t deserve that.”

“No, he doesn’t. And I’m really glad because I like him.”

I lifted the pillow to my face. “Me too,” I mumbled.

She climbed onto the bed to sit beside me and pulled down the pillow. “What was that?”

“Me too.”

“I thought so.”

I tipped my head against her shoulder. “Even worse.” I huffed out a pathetic sigh. “I think I love him, Ry.”

“The horror.”

“Oh, shut up. I do believe you were crying in your Cheerios about PMS in the recent past.” In fact, she’d interrupted a little of my stripper pole action with Caleb with her freakout a few short weeks ago. I grabbed the pillow and whacked her with it.

She laughed and grabbed one of the pillows behind her to whack me back. “Yes, but you should be learning from my mistakes.”

“That is not how this works.” I hit her again.

“I didn’t think pillow fights were a real thing. Should I get the popcorn? You two might be wearing too many clothes for the typical fantasy, but I have a good imagination.”

We both threw our pillows at Preston in the doorway.

He stepped back out of range with a laugh. “Do you two need anything?”

I sighed as a stupid tear slipped down my face. “I need Caleb. Can you do that?”

Preston crossed his arms. “Well, actually…”

I sat up and stuffed the pillow behind me. “What?”

“I’m not sure how Caleb’s friend got my number. You people are phone number thieves.”

I shrugged. “Best friends’ phones are open season.”

Preston shoved his hands into his pockets. “I don’t believe that’s a thing, Miss Hastings.”

“Oh, you’re using your lawyer voice.” Ryan slid off the bed. “Stop giving her grief, PMS. Do you have a plan?”

“Well, Lucky has been checking in on Luna. Evidently, the father of your child is beside himself. I haven’t given them any information about you, of course, but I did say you were safe.”