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Then to avoid staring at the screen, waiting for an answer, he toggled away from his texts and returned Sawyer’s call.
“Nash, thanks for getting back to me.”
The coffee pot gave its little chime to indicate brewing was done, so Nash put the phone on speaker and pulled down a mug.“No problem.”
“This a good time to talk?”
Nash took his phone and his coffee into the living room, sat down on the couch, and put his feet up on the coffee table.“Absolutely.What can I do for you?”
Chapter Fifteen
Bailey’s phone chimed in her pocket, but she was busy wrestling with a carton of vanilla ice cream in Chloe’s kitchen.
Gwen was sprawled out on Chloe’s sofa with a bagel.“Whose phone was that?”
“Mine.”Bailey grunted and put her back into peeling the lid off the cardboard carton, which appeared to be glued on.
Finally managing to get the lid off, Bailey tossed it into the sink and pulled out her phone.The text from Nash had her blinking in confusion, then snorting out a laugh.
Chloe, lounging on the other end of the sofa, picked up her head.“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.”Bailey shoved the phone back into her pocket.“Who wants ice cream?”
Chloe waved her hand in the air.“Me.”
“I’m good with my bagel,” Gwen mumbled around a mouthful of it.“Or I would be, if I had more coffee.”
“You had yours already,” Bailey told her sternly.
“You could make some,” Gwen wheedled.
“Make it yourself, I’m busy.Do you have any Kahlúa, Chlo?”
“In the fridge,” Chloe said as Gwen got grouchily to her feet.
Bailey pulled the bottle out of the fridge.“Anyone want a Kahlúa milkshake?”
“Can’t,” Chloe said.“I’m not supposed to have any alcohol.”
“Why?”Bailey asked, genuinely perplexed.
Gwen bumped her out of the way and snagged the coffee pot, turning on the water in the sink.“She has to take pills that make her bleed, and alcohol is a blood thinner.”
“Oh.Right.Well, I’m having one.Gwen?”
Gwen left the pot to fill in the sink and grabbed a new filter.“I just want coffee.”
Bailey pulled her head out of the cupboard the blender should’ve been in.“Where the hell is your blender?”
“On top of the fridge, where it always is.”
Bailey looked up.“Gwen, get it for me, will you?I’m too short.”
Gwen finished spooning coffee grounds into the basket and shut off the water before crossing to the fridge.She stretched up onto her toes to reach the blender, then dropped back to her heels and passed it to Bailey.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”Gwen returned to the coffee pot to pour in the water and turn it on.“Chloe, how are you feeling about tomorrow?”
