Page 2 of Accidentally in Love

“He told me I would be prettier if I lost a few pounds.”

“What an asshole,” a deep voice came from behind me.

I turned around and came face-to-face with Lizzie’s husband, Wyatt. Or rather, face-to-chest, because Wyatt was a freaking blonde giant compared to my five-foot-five frame. I smiled when I saw their new baby girl sleeping soundly strapped to his chest.

“Oh, my ovaries!” I cried and put a hand on my chest.

Wyatt gave me a funny look. “Erm, what?”

I gestured to him, holding his baby. “That! A hot guy with a baby. Sorry to ogle your man, Lizzie, but I’m jealous.”

The couple laughed.

“She’s so cute!” I said to them, and Lizzie beamed at me.

“We make cute babies,” Wyatt agreed. He put a hand on my shoulder. “You need me to rough the guy up?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Thanks, but no. What I really need is a beer.”

Lizzie and Wyatt shared a look.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m sure Nolan would be happy to see you. He was grumpy when I was over there,” Wyatt said to me.

Nolan was always grumpy. It was kinda his MO.

Nolan MacGregor was the co-owner and brewmaster of the local brewery and a good friend—with whom I happened to occasionally fall into bed, but that was a secret.

With his burly physique and big bushy beard, Nolan was one hundred percent my type. He exuded that whole lumbersexual thing, over six feet tall and a little round in the middle. Thick men with big beards were my weakness. It was too bad he was only looking for an occasional hookup.

I looked over at the booth across the way and spotted the big man in question. We locked eyes, and he held up a plastic cup. “Beer?” he mouthed. I smiled and nodded.

When I turned back to Wyatt and Lizzie, they were smirking at me. “Guys, it’s not like that,” I tried to argue.

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Sure, it’s not…”

“We’re just friends,” I insisted.

Friends with some benefits, but it wasn’t like they knew that. Nobody knew. Not even my baby sister, Gemma, knew, and she worked at the brewery. I didn’t think Nolan’s brother Declan knew either, and they were business partners.

Wyatt snorted and shook his head.

I glared at them. “Goodbye, you jerks!”

They both laughed as I headed in the direction of the brewery’s booth, where Nolan and my sister were doling out beer. Nolan handed me a beer, but shook his head when I tried to give him some cash. “No, Avery, your money’s no good here.”

My sister scoffed, and she tossed her cotton-candy pink hair over her shoulder. “Um, false, boss man! That’s how we lose money. She’s family… give me ten dollars.”

“Ten dollars? That’s more than the sign says!” I argued.

Gemma gave me a cheeky grin. “You’re family. You get charged extra.”

“Six,” Nolan said to my sister firmly.

Gemma rolled her eyes. “FINE.”

I handed the cash to my sister and took the beer from her before downing it in one big gulp. Like the classy lady I was.