Page 6 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Player

“You planned this.”

“I absolutely planned this.” He tosses me a breakfast sandwich. “Catering’s on its way with the IVs.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” He drops into the chair across from me. “So...”

“No.” I shake my head and immediately wish I hadn’t.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

“I do.”

“You really don’t.”

I hold up my phone. “You were going to ask about this.”

His grin grows. “I was.”

I sigh. “I should’ve stopped responding.”

“Probably.”

“I didn’t.”

“Nope.”

I scroll farther. “I definitely should’ve stopped responding.”

“You definitely should’ve.”

I glare at him. “You aren’t helping.”

“I don’t want to help.” He laughs. “I want details.”

“There aren’t any.”

“Cal.”

“There aren’t.”

“You spent two hours texting somebody.”

“I was drinking.”

“Exactly. Enough to finally let loose.” He leans back in his chair. “So who is she?”

“I have no idea.”

His brows shoot up. “You didn’t ask?”

“It never came up.”

“You flirted with a complete stranger whose name you don’t even know?”

I look down at the conversation again. He doesn’t know the half of it. “Looks like it.”

Beau starts laughing so hard he nearly spills his coffee. “This is incredible.”