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“Nah, but I have my tickets for when you play the Mavs.”
“On me. You can sit with Autumn. I’m sure she’d love it if you were there with her.” I’m holding my breath, waiting for her to agree. Doesn’t matter that I’m getting her tickets regardless.
“Let me talk to Autumn. I don’t want to intrude.”
“You won’t be. You’ll be my guest.”
“I’ll talk to her and let you know,” she says, ignoring my comment.
“Fine,” I agree as I hear her yawn again. “I’ll let you go. Goodnight, Freckles.”
She chuckles. “Goodnight, Number Eighteen.”
Finally, I’m able to chill the fuck out, and exhaustion catches up with me. After locking up, I plug my phone in by the bed and climb under the covers.
Chapter Eleven
Tessa
I’m late. Not that kind of late, late for the day. My alarm didn’t go off, and now I’m rushing around, trying to get ready. To top it off, I’m out of K-Cups, which means no coffee. I need coffee. Slipping into my gym shoes, I grab my purse, make sure I have my phone, and rush out the door. Only to turn back to make sure that I locked it.
Have I mentioned I hate being late?
Sliding behind the wheel of my Jeep Wrangler, I place my phone in the cup holder, sling my purse on the passenger seat, and pull out of the drive. I’m lucky that my job doesn’t require me to be all snazzed up. Case in point: I have on a pair of leggings, a T-shirt with my work’s logo, and gym shoes. I tied my mass of dark curls on top of my head and didn’t bother with makeup. I hardly see anyone during the day anyway, just my boss, most of the time her husband, and their son. I have no one to impress.
Checking the clock on the dash, I calculate that I have just enough time to stop at the Cup of Joe Café for my morningcoffee, and because I’m going to be there already, I might as well grab one of their famous cinnamon coffee cake muffins. They are life! If they didn’t go straight to my hips, I’d stop by every morning. Alas, they do, so I stick with indulging about once a month as a treat. This month, I’m splurging twice.
It’s just a Cup of Joe Café kind of day.
I wonder if Autumn wants anything. I hit the phone icon on my steering wheel. “Call Autumn,” I announce, and dutifully, my beloved Jeep dials for me. The way my day has started, I can’t chance taking my eyes off the road.
“Morning, sunshine.” Her chipper voice blasts throughout the car.
“Hey, I woke up late.”
She laughs. “There goes your mood for the day.”
“Har har, and to think I called to see if you wanted anything from the Cup of Joe Café. I’m out of coffee at home, so I might be a few minutes late.”
“Definitely stop. We all know how you are without your coffee,” she teases.
“Harsh,” I say, barely containing my own laughter.
“Banana nut muffin, please, and I’ve already had two cups of coffee.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I’ll be bouncing off the walls. Besides, I’m trying to cut back on my caffeine, you know, in case we decide to have another baby. Going cold turkey is hell.”
“What? Are you trying?”
“Nah, but we’ve talked about it. We want more, so it’s only a matter of time. We’re settled into the new house, so yeah… I wanted to get a head start.”
“I’m so excited for you. All right, I’m almost there. We’ll talk more when I get to work.”
“Take your time,” she says before saying goodbye. I hit the button on the steering wheel to end the call as I turn the corner.
The place is packed as usual this time of day, and I have to park at the end of the block and walk. I’m pressed for time, but my mouth is already watering for that cinnamon coffee cake muffin and coffee. I must have coffee.
