Page 18 of I Knead You Tonight

I gape at him because he can’t be serious.

“And yes, before you ask, I’m dead serious. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to piss and you’re in my way.”

I stare at him, genuinely confused about how he can sound so sincere and so irritated at the same time.

“Move,” he barks.

I jump at the sudden sound and scramble out of the booth, glaring at him as he brushes by me with a grunt.

“What is his deal?”

“Maybe it’s your stubbornness that’s irritating him,” Wren offers. “Or perhaps he’s realizing he’s going to have to somehow survive with your fine piece of ass sleeping in the other room for god knows how long. Can you say sexually frustrated?”

She smirks up at me. If she weren’t holding my baby, I’d slap the smirk right off her face for even suggesting that Winston could possibly be attracted to me and she knows it.

She’s using Riker as her shield.

“Remind me again why I’m friends with you?”

“My charming personality.”

“Nah, it’s definitely her ass.”

Foster, Wren’s fiancé, appears next to me.

“You’re right. I am insanely attracted to my best friend’s ass. Good call, Foster.”

“I knew it.” He grins, and I swear it makes him look ten times hotter when he does. It’s not that I’m into my friend’s guy, but it’s clear to anyone with eyes that Foster Marlett is hot. “What’s up with you and my best friend showing up here together this morning? Did you two fuck?”

I lied. Foster isn’t hot at all.

“That’s what I said!” Wren exclaims. “But they didn’t. Her car broke down and then Winston discovered she doesn’t have heat, so she’s staying with him.”

“You don’t have heat? What the shit? Why didn’t you call us?”

I groan. “I am not going over this again.”

“I said the same thing,” Wren whispers, putting Riker back into his car seat. “I got my head bit off.”

“You’re no longer holding my baby. I’d watch it, Wren.”

Poking her tongue out at me, she pulls herself out of the booth. “I’m not scared. Besides, you’d never hurt me. Then who would do your hair for you when you decide you want a change again?”

“It’s still so weird seeing you with lighter hair,” Foster remarks. “But I like it. It feels more…you.”

“That’s because it is me,” I say, taking Wren’s spot, glad she’s leaving so I don’t have to sit next to Winston when he comes back. “Where are you two headed off to this morning?”

“The courthouse. We’re getting hitched.”

“Bullshit you are!”

“Stop teasing her, Birdie.”

“Then just fucking marry me already, you ass.”

He tsks. “I told you, I want the whole shebang. I didn’t get that last time. I want this time to be different, special.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Wren rolls her eyes. “I’m your person and you love me and blah blah romance. Just marry me!”

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