Page 14 of The Best Man Problem
“How was the honeymoon?” Mo asked in between giving Sasha belly kisses, which delighted the baby girl, if her high-pitched giggles were anything to go by. “And don’t leave out any naughty details.”
“Leave out all the naughty details, please.” Lilly shook her head at her roommate. “Get your kicks like a normal person and watch porn, Mo.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to make sure my best friend’s new husband is tending to her every need and I don’t have to kick his ass.”
Considering Mo was barely over five foot and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet, she doubted the woman could kick anything on the built firefighter.
“It was perfect.” Pru smiled, taking a seat in one of the plush chairs facing Lilly’s desk. “We soaked in the hot springs, went to dinner, got massages. I love the twins, but I’d forgotten how freeing it can be to do whatever you wanted whenever without having to worry about nap time or bringing extra clothes and diapers.”
“Uh-huh.” Lilly shared a knowing glance with Mo. “And how many times did you call Finn’s parents to check in on the twins?”
Pru tugged at her ponytail, adjusting absolutely nothing, since the hairstyle was set perfectly. “Oh, not too often.”
Mo snorted. “Only four times a day, then?”
Pru mumbled something under her breath.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear over the delightful giggles of your children.”
“Three, okay! I called them in the morning to check in, around lunchtime, and just before the babies’ bedtime. And it wasn’t only me freaking out; Finn insisted on video calls every night so he could read the twins their bedtime story.”
Lilly exchanged a glance with Mo, chuckling when her friend started to laugh.
“We’re only teasing you, sweetie,” she said, adjusting Simon in her arms as the squirming baby made a grab for her glasses. “You and Finn are not only newlyweds but also new parents. Of course the first time leaving the twins would be hard.”
Pru gave her and Mo a narrowed glare before a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “You two can be such bi—big doo-doo heads,” Pru corrected, glancing at the twins.
“They’re babies, Pru.” Mo shook her head. “Pretty sure they’re not going to understand swear words for another year or two.”
“Which gives me that long to clean up my potty mouth. So, what have I missed this week? Anything exciting?”
Nervous sweat gathered on the back of Lilly’s neck. She glanced to Mo, who graciously had her mouth shut, but her eyes were screaming warnings directly back at Lilly. Yeah, she had to tell Pru what happened. There might not be a real issue like there had been last time, but the women didn’t keep secrets from one another. That’s not what friends did. Especially when the information involved matters of business. That’s not what business partners did.
“I slept with the best man.”
Pru’s jaw dropped. “What? Which best man?”
Kissing sweet Simon on his soft, soapy-smelling fuzzy ball of a head, she passed the baby off to his mommy and moved around her desk to take a seat. She couldn’t tell this story while holding a baby. Her nerves were so jangled, she’d be afraid she might upset the poor thing. Mo also took a seat in the chair next to Pru, bouncing a giggling Sasha on her lap.
“I’ve got about half an hour before Finn gets back from the firehouse. Explain.”
Taking a deep, calming breath—that in no way helped her calm down—Lilly dove right in.
“Okay, the night of your wedding was magical and beautiful, and everyone was ecstatically happy, including me,” she rushed to say. “But I guess there was also a tiny part of me that was…”
“Horny?”
She glared at Mo. “Lonely.”
The blond woman shrugged. “Same thing, sometimes.”
Shaking her head, she continued explaining how she went to the bar for a drink, met Lincoln, and spent an amazing night with him. She glossed over the more intimate details—much to Mo’s disappointment. Friends shared, but they didn’t have to share everything. And she went on to say how she never thought she’d see the man again, until this week when he stepped into their office and she’d been introduced to the best man in Marie and Kenneth’s wedding.
“And you have to believe me, Pru, I had no idea Lincoln had anything to do with their wedding or I never would have—”
“Sweetie, sweetie, stop.” Rosy cheeks plumped as her friend smiled. “I know you had no idea. Mo and I trust you completely. What happened before wasn’t your fault.”
She scoffed. “Tell that to the lawsuit they filed.”
