Page 26 of The Best Man Problem
“Because it’s the twenty-first century.” Mo chuckled. “Luddite.”
True. And she did love the convenience of certain technologies: her cell phone, streaming services, the internet. But for some reason, computers—this one in particular—had a grudge against her. It taunted her daily. Freezing on her, locking up, losing important documents she knew she saved. One of the reasons she insisted they keep paper files and receipts in addition to having an online system. She didn’t trust this damn computer one bit. It was out to get her.
“Want me to call our tech guy?” Pru asked, reaching for her phone.
Lilly shook her head. “No. He’s out of town this week. Some conference or something.” Figures her computer would break down the exact moment their IT connection was out of reach.
“Oh, dang. Should we call a service or take it to a shop or something?”
“Let me make some calls.” Lilly sighed, but after half an hour on the phone to every computer repair service/shop/tech geek listed online, Lilly’s mood had gone from frustration to despair.
“Crap!” She slammed down the office phone.
“What?” Pru asked.
Adjusting her glasses on her nose, Lilly glared at the stupid, broken hunk of technology in front of her. “I’ve called every place I can find, and no one has any availability until the end of the week.”
“Lil,” Mo said from her desk across the room. “I know you have paper files of everything and all, but we can’t go the rest of the week without a computer. It’ll create some serious issues. We should just replace the thing.”
They should, but even a new computer wouldn’t help their current situation.
“We need a plan C.” She racked her brain, poring through all the possibilities to try and find a solution to the problem. That was her thing. Solutions. A point of pride in herself had always been her ability to find another answer, so why was her brain failing her at the moment?
“I have an idea,” Mo piped up cheerfully.
Dang, how had her roommate, who flew through life on a spur-of-the-moment-type attitude, come up with a solution before her? Maybe she hadn’t had enough coffee this morning. Brain fog due to lack of caffeine. She had been having difficulty sleeping the past few nights. She was just stressed.
No. You’re horny and lusting after a man you can’t have.
Harsh but true. Her past few sleepless nights could be directly blamed on a certain sexy best man and the unexplainable pull he had on her. What was it about Lincoln Reid that made her body ache and crave? She’d already had the man. He should be out of her system. Yet every time she saw him, her desire to rip his clothes off and have her wicked way with him again ramped up even more.
“We know a guy who works with computers who would probably help us out for next to nothing,” Mo pointed out.
Pru tilted her head, brow wrinkling. “We do?”
What? The only other computer guy they knew was— Oh hell no!
“No.” She shook her head, refusing to see this as a possible solution. There had to be something else, someone else.
Mo grinned, an evil glint filling her eyes. “Yes.”
Pru glanced back and forth between the two of them. “I’m missing something.”
“We’re not calling Lincoln.”
“Why not? He’s a tech guy. I’m sure he can fix our computer in five seconds.”
“Wait.” Pru held up a hand, a slight grimace on her face. “Lincoln as in sexy best man Lincoln who Lilly has a thing for?”
“I do not have a thing for him!”
“The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” Mo said in a mock hushed tone to Pru.
“We don’t even have his number.” See? Lincoln couldn’t be the solution to their problem if they had no way to contact him.
“Yes we do.” Mo flipped through the mess on her desk until she came up with a small slip of paper. “Marie gave it to me in case of emergency.”
Well crap.
