Page 38 of Just a Little Prick

“Thank you,” I murmured.

“Don’t thank me. Just be careful. Bradley’s never been with the same girl longer than a couple weeks, and I really don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“I will.” I lifted my head, looking at Kenzie. “You think it’s okay? To…y’know. Feel like this?”

“Well, if anyone could convince him to settle down, it would probably be you.” She smiled. “He really is a good guy. He’s sweet, deep down. Just kind of a player.”

I nodded. “No, I know. And we’re not serious. So, if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. No harm done.”

I didn’t believe that for a second, and neither did Kenzie. She squeezed me a little tighter, then let go.

We finished preparing the muffins and pastries for the morning, then moved out to the front. I took over in the front kitchen, starting a batch of cupcakes. Kenzie opened the shop, and we started the morning.

But Bradley never dropped in. I knew he’d eaten before he left my place, but I figured he’d at least come for a cup of coffee. After the morning rush ended, I bagged up a cinnamon spice muffin and started to make a coffee.

“What’s up?” Kenzie asked. “Going on break?”

“I was just thinking I’d run this down to No Regrets.” I shrugged.

Kenzie considered me for a moment, then smiled. “Let me? I have some stuff I need to say to Bradley.”

I couldn’t argue with her. I held the bag out, nodding. “Yeah. But don’t run him off completely, okay?”

Kenzie laughed, taking the bag. “Don’t worry. I won’t. I just have to make sure he knows what’s up.” She took the coffee from me when I’d finished making it. “I’ll be back soon. Hold the fort down for me?”

“You got it. Have a good talk.” I watched her walk off, smiling, then turned back to my cupcakes.

Chapter Fifteen

Bradley

The front door opened, and I heard Zoe’s voice from behind the desk. “Oh, hey, Kenzie.”

Shit.

I’d figured she would come in at some point today, but I didn’t think it would be so soon.

I wasn’t working on a client, so I got up from my sketchbook and went down to meet her. Kenzie turned to look at me.

She definitely wanted to kill me.

But she had a bag and a cup of coffee. Maybe I wasn’t in that much trouble.

Maybe Lora had smoothed things over for me?

“Hey, Kenzie.”

“Bradley.”

“Thanks for breakfast.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Who said this was for you?”

Yeah, I was still in trouble.

Kenzie moved past me, going up the stairs.

“Logan. Hey.” She held out the bag and the coffee cup.

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