Wrong Bed Baby (Crescent Cove 10)

She wrinkled her nose. “Lucky.”

“What? Future badass bun in the oven, girl.” I grabbed her hand and dragged her through the café to the door.

“Lucky, hold up.”

“No time to wait.”

She laughed and her little pixie legs kept up—sort of. I stopped and picked her up and ran with her down the sidewalk to the doorway of Kramer & Burns Custom.

“Lucky, put me down.”

“Sorry. I got excited.” I set her on her feet. “Damn, you smell good. Lucky son of a bitch.”

She lifted her hands to my bearded face. “You’re a good man, Lucky. Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get sappy. I’m only doing this because he loves you. Like big stupid love.”

She sniffled. “I love him too, I promise.”

“Yeah, well, you better.” I held the door open.

“We’re closed,” a voice said in the back. It was husky and sexy enough to kick me in the chest.

“Your door is open,” I replied.

“Yeah, well, my partner is a dumbass. We’re closed.” The voice came closer, and a fucking Amazonian queen came through the doorway. She was almost as tall as I was, and her flame-red hair was scraped back into a high tail, leaving her gorgeous face unframed.

Hell, she could be bald and still be stunning. But man, red hair. My ultimate weakness. My dick practically did a happy dance.

A slash of something black across her cheek was the only thing that marred the perfection of her face. And the scowl.

My dick got happier. I loved a grouchy fucking woman.

“Hi.” I tugged my hair out of the man-bun I was sporting. I needed every edge I had. “We have an emergency.”

Her dark brow lifted. “A car emergency?” She flicked her gaze over to Luna, then back to me. “Is it in a ditch or something? I can call my partner to go haul you out.”

“No.” I leaned my elbow on the counter. “My friend here needs help.”

“Closed. We can tow your car in, and I’ll deal with it Monday.” She slapped her palm with the red mechanic’s towel. “Best I can do.”

Luna cleared her throat. “We were wondering if we could borrow one of your cars for like ten minutes. The flashier, the better.”

“Excuse me?”

I straightened. “What my friend means is we need to create a moment.” I gave her my most charming, dimpled smile. “For love. You know like Edward and Vi from Pretty Woman pow!”

“Vivian,” Luna said out of the side of her mouth.

“Right, Vivian. Anyway, I saw the cherry truck go by, and I thought maybe you guys had something else here that could make a statement. She needs to grovel.”

“Thanks, Lucky,” Luna muttered as she shoved me aside. “I screwed up with my guy. We’re having a baby, and I really need him to know how much I love him.”

“Not my problem.” The Amazon came around the counter and went to the door. She flipped the sign and held it open for us. “Closed.”

“Oh, come on. You have to have a heart in that truly spectacular chest.”

“Excuse me?” She jammed her heavy motorcycle boot against the bottom of the door to prop it open. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t care. Out. Closed.”