Page 9 of Happily Ever Maybe

Kane grinned. “Yes. Please, handle it. And record it so Ican see the man crying.”

“We don’t make men cry,” I put in. “Often.”

“You know, I really like working here.” Kate leaned her handon the desk and smiled. “Seriously. You guys are like a big family and takecare of each other. Much better than my old job.”

“Much better than mine, too. And the bosses are okay.” Iwinked at Daisy, who just grinned.

“I try my best not to be a jerk. Seriously, though, ifpeople give you trouble, let us know. Most of our clients are nice. They’re notassholes who think women should be in the kitchen.”

“Damn straight. We both know youcan’t cook, Daisy,” Kane said as he ducked the pen flying at him.

“What did I say about throwing things at work?” Noah asked.

Soon, everybody was there and it was a full house. I liftedmy chin at Gus as he came to sit in his chair.

It had been two months since we’d slept together. And thefact that it had been the best sex of my life just meant I really needed to getout more. But we were still friends.

Because hot chemistry did not equal forever. And neither ofus wanted that anyway.

It was better this way. We worked together, we stillflirted, but the heat had died down. Just like we wanted. If it had beenanything more, there would still be a connection between us. But we were justfriends. And that was better for everyone.

I ignored the little kick in my gut.

“So, what’d we miss?” Gus asked before sipping his coffee.The guys had just come back from the bakery and coffee shop next door that Noahand Ford’s woman owned. I was a little jealous that no one had brought mecoffee, but I could walk over and get it myself later.

“Client X,” Kate answered.

Gus winced. “Please, tell me I’m not on that detail. I mean,I cannot handle that guy.”

“What did he do to you?” I asked.

Gus shook his head. “He’s a leech. He’s cheating on his wifeand putting up cameras so he can make sure she’s always on the other side ofthe house when he has his mistress over. That’s going to get him caught.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, rage sliding through me.

Gus held up his hands. “I’m not the one cheating. He is. AndI feel like we’re helping him.”

Daisy stomped forward, the intense rage on her faceapparent. “You know that for a fact? How did we miss it?” she asked Noah, whoscowled at his computer.

“Because we weren’t there for the install.It was Gus. Why the fuck didn’t you tell us?”

“I was going to tell you today since it was just yesterday.And I didn’t really want to say it over in the coffee shop.” He looked at me.“By the way, Greer’s working on a drink for you, but they had to fix one of thegrinders. I didn’t want the foam to die down by the time I got it to you.They’ll bring it over in a minute.”

For some reason, that felt weird to me. He hadn’t evenasked, yet made sure that the coffee I liked was on its way to me.

What the heck was wrong with me? This should be easy. Wewere friends. This is what we wanted.

And here he was, being helpful and getting me coffee withoutasking.

But that’s what friends did. Right?

“Oh. Thanks. I was about to kick your ass for not bringingme anything.” I winked as I said it, and Gus rolled his eyes.

“I know better than to stand between you and caffeine. Theyalso had to open a new hazelnut flavoring pack since they had problems withinventory. You’ll get your latte soon.”

“What about me?” Daisy asked.

“I asked if you wanted coffee, and you said no,” Noah said,scowling at his computer. “Let me deal with this client. We’re going to bumphim.”