Page 25 of The Best Man Problem
Having fun was one thing. Caring was quite another.
Lilly turned her head back to their friends. “Maybe we should go check in with the others?”
Yeah, that might be for the best. He liked hanging out with Lilly, and that could turn into a problem. If they weren’t on the same page about what they wanted? Well, that was a recipe for disaster, and no way would he do anything to negatively impact Kenneth and Marie’s special day.
He smiled, stepping back to give her and himself plenty of room. Touching her again was a bad idea right now. So instead he grabbed his drink from the side table where he set it before his game and motioned for her to lead the way. “Sure. Let’s go.”
As they turned, someone jostled her from behind. She stumbled, and Lincoln reached out, catching her arm before she fell but not before she spilled half her drink all over her shirt.
“Dammit!” She pulled the wet, sticky material away from her chest.
“You okay?” Anger burned in his gut as he glanced over the crowd for whoever bumped her. He knew the place was crowded and a lot of people were a few drinks in, but damn, people needed to be more careful.
“I’m fine. It was an accident.”
“Do you want another drink?”
She shook her head, a sigh falling from her lips. “No. But I wish I had a dry shirt.”
Without saying a word, he set down his beer and peeled his long-sleeved sweater up and over his head, handing her the dark blue garment.
“Do you have to be chivalrous and sexy?” she groused, snatching up the offered sweater.
He let out a soft, confused laugh. “Sorry?”
“I don’t believe that for a second. Go.” She motioned to where the others stood playing giant Jenga. “I’m going to change, and then I’ll meet you.”
He nodded, making his way over to the table but keeping an eye on her as she entered the bathroom. Lilly Walsh was a conundrum he couldn’t figure out. Probably best for him if he didn’t, but damned if he wanted to anyway.
Chapter Eight
“Shit, shit, shit!” Lilly pounded the keys on the office computer, yielding zero results.
“What is it?” Pru asked.
The third member of Mile High Happiness had come back from her time off for her honeymoon just this morning, all glowing and happy and sexually satisfied and adding to the mounting frustration threatening to make Lilly explode. Not fair. It wasn’t her friend’s fault she found the best guy in the world and was now living happily ever after in wedded and parental bliss. Just because Lilly was currently suffering a case of horny-for-a-man-she-couldn’t-have didn’t mean she got to be all surly about her friend’s happiness.
That wasn’t what good friends did.
“This stupid computer froze again,” she complained, smacking her hand against the side of the flat screen.
“Did you try control-alt-delete?” Mo asked from her desk along the far wall.
“Yes, Moira. It didn’t do anything.”
“Turning it off and turning it back on again?” her roommate suggested.
A low, frustrated growl escaped her lips. “I tried, but it won’t turn off. The damn thing is frozen, and nothing I do is helping.”
Mo shrugged. “Well, that’s all I got, sorry.”
Lilly hit the escape button. Nothing. She moved the mouse around on the thick pad with their logo on it. Still nothing. The damn thing didn’t even move on the screen. It stood still. Frozen. Not responding no matter what she did.
“Ahhhh!” She let out an irritated scream. “I hate computers!”
She and technology did not get along. A discredit to her generation, she’d never understood much more than basic programs like Word and Excel. Give her a good old-fashioned pen and paper and she could run the world. Or her world, at the very least. But tell her to put all her carefully laid plans into an operating system, and Lilly was a goner.
“Why does the world have to run on computers?”
