This morning was crazy. But thanks to all the prep last night and this morning, we’ve gotten everything done. I just have to put the final touches on Bobby’s cake.
“The man is like nothing else,” I say. “Kinda imperfectly perfect in every way.”
“He’s as hot as balls.”
“That too,” I sigh.
“Seriously, Chels, I’m so happy for you.” She reaches across the table to squeeze my hand. “What a catch he is. And you are too, of course.”
I laugh. “And he loves my kid.”
“Such a bonus.”
“And he said he loves me.”
Bea’s eyes snap up from the chocolate eclair she’s about to chomp into. “He— WHAT?”
I press my palm into my forehead and purse my lips. “Yup, he did.”
“Babe!”
“I know. It’s been a long time coming, Bea. But it feels amazing. And he’s trying his best to convince me to let him come on board and try to buy this place.” She knows bits and pieces about the whole shop debacle and that Brad has been very vocal about wanting to buy in.
“I’m sure he can be quite persuasive when he wants to be.” She waggles her eyebrows. “You’re not going to be your stubborn self when it comes to this, are you?”
“I haven’t had a guy take care of me in that way, or look out for me like that,” I confess. “I’m open to the idea. I just don’t want things to ever be awkward if it goes pear-shaped.”
“Not gonna happen babe, he’s a keeper, and so are you.” She grins around her eclair and takes a big bite. “You just need to go for it. The way I’m going for this eclair.”
I laugh heartily. “Go for Brad the way you’re going for the eclair? I think I like the sound of that.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
BRADLEY
I’m twitchy. It’s only been a few hours since I left Chelsea, but I feel like a lovesick teenager. We stayed up all night fucking, and I now wear Chelsea’s bleary eyes as a badge of honor, even if she did essentially have to kick me out this morning.
I grin to myself, remembering our kissing at the door. We’d already slept in a little, I was in the same suit as last night, and she had more prep to do because we never went back downstairs to finish off.
I pull my phone out, shooting her a text.
Me
How are you feeling this morning?
It takes a few moments, but a reply bounces back.
Chelsea
Aside from feeling it between my legs? I’m great
Me
You know I have a solution for that
I’m already hard thinking about what I want to do to her over and over again.
Chelsea
