the world to worry about. They weren’t meeting for three more weeks anyway. She had time.
When Abby sent her a 911 text message two days after her last failed date, Lily thought about ignoring it. Then there was a second text.
A: Emergency Book Club meeting. I will buy you coffee and a muffin. Come to the coffee shop.
Lily tossed the phone to the end of the bed and groaned. Dammit, you know my weakness, you whore. She was exhausted. It had been a very, very long day at work, it seemed like everyone and their mother was hell bent on tearing up the store. She was already in her pajamas and wanted nothing more than to sleep. But the lure of a coffee and muffin was too much to resist.
I can sort of pretend I’ve been reading it, right? What is with this whole 911 business anyway? Abby really needs to get a grip. People have to work and they’re tired, you know. There better be coffee and a muffin, or I’m gonna be sooooo pissed.
Grumbling as she swung her legs over the bed, she stripped off her pajamas and pulled on yoga pants, her bra, and a long sleeve shirt. The days were warming up in Boston, but the nights were still chilly. She pulled her long hair up into a ponytail and checked to make sure she didn’t have cheesy puff dust in the corners of her mouth.
She’d been watching her favorite vampire show on TV and snacking, but now she was on her way halfway across town to the coffee shop she’d literally shown her ass in a week before. Snatching up her purse, she slipped on her sneakers and hurried out the door. As she unlocked the door of her car, she sent Abby a text message back.
L: There better be a large caramel mocha frapp waiting on me. And a blueberry muffin, or there will be hell to pay.
She slid in behind the wheel and started the car, buckling in as she pulled out into the street. Weaving through the traffic, she muttered the whole drive. It was mostly snippets of cuss words and bitching about being tired. As she finally found a spot within two blocks of the coffee shop, she parallel parked and shut off the engine before stepping out onto the dusky street.
Lowering her head, she rushed down the sidewalk to the coffee shop, the familiar scent of roasting beans soothing to her as she opened the door. Anxiety pulsed through her as she scanned the shop. Relief soon followed as she realized Jackson wasn’t working, and the man she’d puked on wasn’t somehow here at the exact same time she was.
Laura and Abby sat at a table in the corner, and she struck out in their direction, a grin on her face as she saw a muffin and coffee sitting before her seat.
“Yes!” She gasped out as she sat down.
“Well, hello to you too.” Laura huffed.
Lily held up her hand and sucked down a few draughts of her Frappuccino. “You may speak now,” she groaned in pleasure.
“You’re such a freakin’ coffee addict!” Abby laughed.
“Yes, yes, I am,” Lily agreed as she slurped more of the sweet concoction. “Why are we here?”
“Because. There are three weeks before your thirtieth birthday, Lily, and you’re two strikes into the game. There’s only one more strike and it’s over.” Laura explained.
“This isn’t baseball.” Lily snorted. “And furthermore, I have had fun the last two dates. Well, okay, only one was a date, the other was just sex. It would’ve been perfectly fine if he hadn’t gone all come for daddy on me.” She tore off the edge of her muffin and popped it in her mouth.
“You need a man like Christian,” Abby dreamily murmured. “Broken, hard, beautiful,”
“Who’s Christian?” Lily asked as she ate, not realizing she gave her lack of reading away by asking.
“I told you she hadn’t read it!” Laura crowed.
“Why haven’t you read this month’s book yet?” Abby demanded, her eyes flashing in anger.
“It’s not my style. You guys know I’d rather have a good historical.” Lily shrugged as she popped more muffin in her mouth. Once the
When Abby sent her a 911 text message two days after her last failed date, Lily thought about ignoring it. Then there was a second text.
A: Emergency Book Club meeting. I will buy you coffee and a muffin. Come to the coffee shop.
Lily tossed the phone to the end of the bed and groaned. Dammit, you know my weakness, you whore. She was exhausted. It had been a very, very long day at work, it seemed like everyone and their mother was hell bent on tearing up the store. She was already in her pajamas and wanted nothing more than to sleep. But the lure of a coffee and muffin was too much to resist.
I can sort of pretend I’ve been reading it, right? What is with this whole 911 business anyway? Abby really needs to get a grip. People have to work and they’re tired, you know. There better be coffee and a muffin, or I’m gonna be sooooo pissed.
Grumbling as she swung her legs over the bed, she stripped off her pajamas and pulled on yoga pants, her bra, and a long sleeve shirt. The days were warming up in Boston, but the nights were still chilly. She pulled her long hair up into a ponytail and checked to make sure she didn’t have cheesy puff dust in the corners of her mouth.
She’d been watching her favorite vampire show on TV and snacking, but now she was on her way halfway across town to the coffee shop she’d literally shown her ass in a week before. Snatching up her purse, she slipped on her sneakers and hurried out the door. As she unlocked the door of her car, she sent Abby a text message back.
L: There better be a large caramel mocha frapp waiting on me. And a blueberry muffin, or there will be hell to pay.
She slid in behind the wheel and started the car, buckling in as she pulled out into the street. Weaving through the traffic, she muttered the whole drive. It was mostly snippets of cuss words and bitching about being tired. As she finally found a spot within two blocks of the coffee shop, she parallel parked and shut off the engine before stepping out onto the dusky street.
Lowering her head, she rushed down the sidewalk to the coffee shop, the familiar scent of roasting beans soothing to her as she opened the door. Anxiety pulsed through her as she scanned the shop. Relief soon followed as she realized Jackson wasn’t working, and the man she’d puked on wasn’t somehow here at the exact same time she was.
Laura and Abby sat at a table in the corner, and she struck out in their direction, a grin on her face as she saw a muffin and coffee sitting before her seat.
“Yes!” She gasped out as she sat down.
“Well, hello to you too.” Laura huffed.
Lily held up her hand and sucked down a few draughts of her Frappuccino. “You may speak now,” she groaned in pleasure.
“You’re such a freakin’ coffee addict!” Abby laughed.
“Yes, yes, I am,” Lily agreed as she slurped more of the sweet concoction. “Why are we here?”
“Because. There are three weeks before your thirtieth birthday, Lily, and you’re two strikes into the game. There’s only one more strike and it’s over.” Laura explained.
“This isn’t baseball.” Lily snorted. “And furthermore, I have had fun the last two dates. Well, okay, only one was a date, the other was just sex. It would’ve been perfectly fine if he hadn’t gone all come for daddy on me.” She tore off the edge of her muffin and popped it in her mouth.
“You need a man like Christian,” Abby dreamily murmured. “Broken, hard, beautiful,”
“Who’s Christian?” Lily asked as she ate, not realizing she gave her lack of reading away by asking.
“I told you she hadn’t read it!” Laura crowed.
“Why haven’t you read this month’s book yet?” Abby demanded, her eyes flashing in anger.
“It’s not my style. You guys know I’d rather have a good historical.” Lily shrugged as she popped more muffin in her mouth. Once the
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