Page 55 of The Best Friend Problem
No, she had not. Which brought her right back around to her dilemma: the kiss in the car with Finn. Obviously, they hadn’t scratched their itch as well as they thought. Or she hadn’t. As much as it pained her to admit it, Pru still craved Finn’s touch. More so now, since she knew how electrifying it could be.
Shit.
What was she going to do? She had a box full of fun under her bed, a few faithful toys she’d collected over the years when good men were scarce and desires needed tending. The only problem? She’d already tried it. Before she slipped into bed, she’d retrieved the box full of fun and taken care of business. Usually after a self-care session, she’d be good for a few days. So why was she tossing and turning and wishing she had Finn conveniently stashed under her bed instead of the Butterfly Fly Flirt 3000?
“I need some tea.”
Like tea would help anything. What she really needed was a shot of vodka, but since that wasn’t happening for at least another year or so, she’d have to settle for some soothing chamomile. Tossing off her covers, she threw on her robe and headed for the kitchen. She filled the electric kettle and grabbed a mug and the tea box, all the while cursing Finn and his stupid, sexy…sexiness under her breath.
The kettle clicked over. Pru placed a tea bag in her mug, pouring the steaming hot water over it and gagging at the smell. She knew chamomile was supposed to calm frazzled nerves, but the stuff smelled like garden mulch. Didn’t taste much better. But since all the pregnancy books told her she needed to stay as calm as possible over the next few months to ensure a healthy growing environment for her babies, she could suck down some calming weed water. For her babies.
Didn’t mean she couldn’t try to make the best of it.
She wrenched open the cabinet by the fridge, pushing aside various bottles of herbs and cooking oils they rarely used in her search for sweetness. “Where’s the damn honey?”
“In the pantry by the peanut butter.”
Pru held back a small scream; it stuck in her throat, making her sound like Bruiser whenever a bigger dog pounced on her at the park.
“Lilly!” She brought a hand to her racing heart, glaring at her roommate. “You scared me half to death.”
One dark brown eyebrow rose. “Me? I’m not the one ransacking our kitchen at midnight, waking everyone up thinking there’s a burglar in the apartment.”
“And what exactly would a criminal want to steal from us?” Mo sauntered into the kitchen, arms stretching as her jaw opened wide with a yawn. “Our ten-year-old TV? My crappy laptop that has a battery so old it can’t keep a charge and needs to be plugged in to work? Our shoes? Wait, scratch that last one. I would totally steal your shoe collection, Lilly.”
The tall, slim woman pointed a finger in Mo’s direction. “You keep your clodhoppers away from my shoes. You’ll stretch them out, Bigfoot.”
“Ouch! Where’s the love, Lil?”
“It’s twelve eighteen in the morning. I save all my love-giving for after the sunrise.”
Only Lilly would know the exact time even in the middle of the night. Morning. Whatever.
“I’m sorry, guys.” Pru closed the cabinet, shoulders sinking in defeat. “I didn’t mean to wake you. You can go back to bed. Everything is fine.”
Her friends shared a look. Next thing she knew, Mo was gently leading her to the table while Lilly grabbed the honey from the pantry, filling two more mugs with hot water and tea bags and bringing everything over. They sat around the table like it was the middle of the day instead of pitch-black night.
“So what’s up? Besides us, I mean.” Mo grinned.
“It’s nothing.” She was just being dumb, hormonal, whatever. She had no idea. “I just…I kissed Finn.”
“Yeah, we know. That’s kind of how all this happened.” Mo gestured to Pru’s stomach.
“No. I mean I kissed Finn today. When he dropped me off after shopping and…”
Mo waved a hand in the air. “And?”
“And some flirting? I think. I don’t know. It’s all weird.”
“Of course it is, sweetie.” Lilly pushed her glasses up her nose. “You slept with your best friend, and now you’re having his baby. Babies. That would be an odd situation for anyone.”
“So is all this new chemistry because of the baby hormones or what?” Pru asked.
“I highly doubt that, considering you slept with him before you had the baby hormones to blame.” Mo shoved her riot of multicolored curls over one shoulder.
“I’m not blaming the hormones for that, Moira.”
One pale blond eyebrow rose. “Really? Cause it sure sounds like you are. And that’s fine if that’s how you want to play it, but don’t get mad at Finn for being all hot and sexy and keeping you up at night with longing.”
