Page 73 of The Best Man Problem
She turned to Pru, who raised her hands in the air.
“Don’t look at me. I have two seven-month-olds at home. If it isn’t related to food, poop, or playtime, it’s not getting done.”
When she glanced at Mo, the woman simply shrugged.
“What? I forgot. Anyway, we don’t have time to argue about this right now. We have a very important delivery waiting for us at the office.”
“We do?” She didn’t remember anything scheduled to come in today. Had one of their brides ordered something to be delivered to the office?
“He’s ready?” Pru grunted when Mo elbowed her. “I, uh, mean, it’s ready?”
She glanced at her friends. They were acting very strangely. In fact, they’d been acting weird for the past few days, staring at her with odd smiles on their faces…even today’s lunch seemed out of the ordinary. They almost always ordered in or one of them went to pick something up and bring it back to the office for lunch. They were up to something.
Guess the only way she was going to find out was to go back to the office and see what the mysterious package was.
They made their way down the sidewalk and into the building. At the first blast of the building’s heat, Lilly sighed in relief. She wiggled her poor frozen toes, vowing to keep a pair of snow boots under her desk for any future lunches out.
“Here, let me take your coat.”
Mo grabbed the shoulders of the garment. Lilly barely had time to unzip it before her roommate tugged it off her back.
“Um, thanks.” And why couldn’t that have waited until they got in their actual office?
“Did you want to fix your lipstick before we head inside?” Mo asked.
She glanced at her friend. What an odd question. “Why? Is it smeared from lunch?”
It shouldn’t be. She spent a pretty penny on this supposed ever-wear lipstick that claimed twenty-four-hour coverage. It had never let her down before.
“No. It looks great. You always look great, Lil. But I have a mirror if you want to check—”
“Mo, can it. She’s fine.”
Pru gave Mo a knowing look with the shake of her head. Okay, now they were being super weird. What the hell was going on? And why was Moira insisting Lilly check her appearance? Yes, she prided herself on looking poised and polished for all their clients, but they didn’t have any client meetings this afternoon. Otherwise she wouldn’t have agreed to the ill-advised trip out to lunch.
“You’re more than fine, Lilly.” Mo smiled as they reached the office door. “You’re perfect, and I don’t think your heart is going to be sad for too much longer.”
Tilting her head, she stared in confusion at her roommate. “Thank you?”
“Don’t thank us.” Mo pulled open the office door.
Lilly stepped inside, her jaw dropping wide as a majority of the open space in the room was now taken up by a very large zombie-themed pinball machine. It looked just like… But no, that was impossible. It couldn’t be…
“What the…?” She moved around the machine, fingertips hovering over the clear glass covering the ramps, bumpers, and all the playable parts. She was almost afraid to touch it, like it might disappear if she did. “Why is there a pinball machine in our office?”
“Because your building’s elevator is broken, and I can’t lug that thing up the stairs to your apartment.”
Her heart skipped a beat at the familiar voice. She turned to see Lincoln standing in the corner of the room. How had she missed him when she first came in? Could have something to do with the giant arcade game she was standing by.
“We’ll just head upstairs to drop off these leftovers,” Pru said, backing out the office door.
Mo scrunched up her nose, a confused expression on her face. “What leftovers?”
Pru sighed. “Come on, Mo. They need privacy.”
“Aw, but I want to hear him grovel.”
Lilly chuckled as Pru wrapped an arm around Mo’s waist and the two left, but not before Mo gave her a wink and a thumbs-up. The second they were alone, she turned to Lincoln, who made his way over to her and now stood only inches away.
