Wrong Bed Baby (Crescent Cove 10)

“I am too.”

“All right, we’ll let you do your thing.” She quickly moved forward to give me a hug. “Take care of you.”

“Take care of you,” I said back as always. Then my smile spread. That was exactly what I needed. A Pretty Woman moment. The bigger the better.

Ryan stepped back. “Well, there’s my badass bestie. You’ve got a plan.”

“I’ve got the start of a plan.” I grabbed my phone. “Now I just have to see if Lucky will help me.”

“He better or I’ll take him out at the kneecaps.”

For the first time in days, the brick that had been sitting on my chest lifted. “If anyone could take him down, it would be you, Ry.”

“Damn right.”

I flicked my phone awake and started a new text message using the number Preston had sent me.

This is Luna. I need your help.

Fuck off.

I huffed out a laugh. Lucky was not going to make this easy on me.

I know I screwed up, but I really need your help. Meet me at Brewed Awakening?

Eat glass.

Okay, this was going to take a little more finesse than I’d thought. I tapped my nail against my lips. I was guessing on this one, but it seemed logical.

As the future godfather of my child, I’m calling in a chip.

Low blow, Blondie. You really messed up my dude.

I know. I was stupid and scared. I want to make it right, but I need your help. I need to show him how much I care in a really big way.

How big are we talking?

Huge. Chick flick moment huge.

A’ight. Meet me in 30.

Thanks, Lucky.

Don’t thank me. Just fix him. He’s all broken and I don’t like it. If you break him again, I’ll end you.

You’re a good friend, Lucky. I’m glad he has you.

Damn right. No more chick flick moments. Save it for the teacher. Cya.

I laughed and dabbed my eyes. I had enough time to take a quick shower, then I was going to get my guy back.

Eighteen

I curled my hands around the mug that was too tiny for my big hands. Even if it seemed like one of my grandma’s thimbles, I couldn’t fault the brew. My boss’s wife owned the main hub in Crescent Cove, Brewed Awakening. And if Macy really liked you, she would create a coffee drink just for you.

I hadn’t quite made it to that level, but I was wearing her down.

“If you break one more of my chairs, I’m making you pay for it.”