Page 67 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about. Should I have gotten her two?”

“Maybe. But it’s better to start with one and see what she thinks.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Maya leans closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Okay. Let me combine this into a necklace so you can put it on me.”

“Fuck no, Caleb can do that,” I shoot back, waving her off.

She purses her lips, crossing her arms. “I reckon you be nicer to me, Coburn. You might need me at your wedding.”

“Shut up,” I say, but I can’t help smiling. Remy Coburn has a nice ring to it.

“Seriously, let’s see you do it,” she nudges, a teasing smile spreading across her face. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

“Are you serious?” I relent. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

I help her with the blue bracelet, carefully clasping it around her wrist.

She says, “See? Not so bad, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, my mind already drifting back to Remy.

“Sweet Remy is not very good with presents so you gotta get her to wear that bracelet first,” she adds, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I will,” I say, my confidence building. “I’ve got a plan.”

“Good. Good.”

I glance down at Maya’s bracelets one last time before stepping out. “Enjoy those, okay?” I say, giving her a quick smile.

“Of course! Thanks again. You really know how to make a girl happy,” she beams, and I can’t help but grin back. “And Zane?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget she still has a boyfriend.”

I glare at her for a split second and walk out.

Yes, Remy has a boyfriend, but she just lost her virginity to me, therefore, she’s mine. Colin is nothing but filler. He’s nothing.

The smell of fresh blooms hits me as I walk in. “Hey, I need a bouquet of red roses,” I tell the woman behind the counter.

“Any special occasion?” she asks, pulling out a bunch of roses.

“Yeah, just, uh, something nice,” I reply, trying to sound casual.

She raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying my poker face. “A lucky lady, huh?”

“Something like that,” I say, shrugging it off.

She wraps up the bouquet, and I hand her some cash, glancing at the roses and imagining Remy’s face when she sees them.

I hop into my car, bouquet in the passenger seat, and shoot a quick text to Remy.

Zane: Hey, are you ready? I can pick you up now.

I wait.

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