Page 62 of The Best Friend Problem
“I find I’m still not sleepy. You?”
She sucked in a gasp as one long finger pressed inside. “N-no. Not sleepy.”
“Good.” The word rumbled in her ear. “Then let’s see if I can make you scream again.”
“I did not scream!”
But she had, and true to his word, Finn made her scream a few more times before they both slipped into exhausted, happy slumber.
Chapter Fifteen
“Hey, Pru, did you get the check from Missy Gunderson for the venue deposit?”
Pru glanced up from her laptop—which was totally displaying accounts receivable spreadsheets and not the Top 100 Unique Baby Names—to see Lilly shuffling through a stack of papers on her desk with a frown.
“Yes. I sent it off to the venue. The receipt is in the blue folder, but I already scanned it and put it in our electronic files.”
Lilly had them back everything up—colored file folders for all payments, contracts, schedules, etc., then all that paper trail scanned and uploaded to multiple save spots including the cloud. Pru might be the planner, but Lilly was the paranoid one.
“Oh, right.” Lilly frowned, exchanging the green folder she had open for the closed blue one in the small filing cabinet under the desk.
“I thought Pru was supposed to be the one with pregnancy brain.” Mo chuckled. “You having sympathy symptoms, Lil?”
“Did you place the flower order for the Nguyen-Smith wedding?” Lilly asked, ignoring Mo’s question.
“Yes. And it’s a good thing the wedding is small.” The blond woman frowned. “Mrs. Porter won’t admit it, but her arthritis is really hurting her these days. The woman needs to hire on new help.”
Agatha Porter was a sweet older woman they’d been in business with since they started Mile High Happiness. Pru loved the kind woman who reminded her very much of Aunt Rose, but she had noticed a drop in the woman’s flower quality. Business was business, but it didn’t sit right with her, or any of them, to stop sending customers to the woman simply because her health was failing her. Still, maybe Mo was right. Perhaps they should check in and try to convince Agatha it was time to hire on some help. She couldn’t run the flower shop forever.
Her phone chimed, reminding her of her afternoon appointment.
“Oh, shoot. I gotta go.” She stood, shutting down her laptop and grabbing her purse. “I’ll be back later tonight.”
“Have fun at baby class,” Mo said with a cheery smile.
She waved at Mo, Lilly too deep in her folders to acknowledge her with more than a muttered goodbye.
Could one have fun at baby class?
Because she liked to be prepared in all situations, Pru had signed them up for a three-month course of weekly, hour-long classes that promised to cover everything from the birth process to baby safety and basic first aid. Not that Finn would need that section of the class, being a firefighter with EMT training, but she did, and skill refreshers never hurt.
Finn was just getting off his two-day shift, so Pru drove over to his place to pick him up. It had been two weeks since they decided that, in addition to friendship and him helping her with some baby stuff, they’d toss sex into the mix. And she had to admit, it was working out great. Better than great.
She spent most nights at his place—even when he stayed at the firehouse, she’d started staying at his apartment and taking care of Bruiser, who had developed a protective streak a mile wide. The tiny pup curled up on her lap anytime she sat down, resting her furry head right on Pru’s belly. Silly dog thought the twins were her puppies.
Plus, Finn always brought home her favorite foods when his shifts were over. They’d sit on his couch watching TV and eating chili cheese fries—hey, the babies craved them; who was she to deny her unborn children what they wanted?—while Finn rubbed her feet, something that inevitably led to him rubbing other things. Every night would end with them in bed together. Even the nights they didn’t have sex, Finn would pull her close, his hand resting protectively on her belly as his warmth lulled her to sleep.
Dating her best friend was awesome.
Whoa.
No, no, no. She wasn’t dating Finn. They weren’t in a relationship or anything. They were… She had no idea what they were, but they weren’t dating. That was just weird.
Weirder than having sex with him almost every night and gestating his twins?
Okay, fine. Maybe they were dating.
Sort of.
