Page 58 of Bet On Me, Daddy

Beckett came by the coffee shop this morning. He’s acting really weird.

It wasn’t more than thirty seconds before the responses came flooding in.

Lottie

Beckett’s always weird.

Cordelia

Not helpful, Charlotte. What happened, Ruby?

Ruby

Idk. We were chatting and one second everything was fine and the next he was just like ‘I’ll get a black coffee’ and he paid and left. Said he’d ‘see me around’ whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.

Frankie

Maybe he was running late? Or maybe he’s an asshole.

Lottie

It’s Beckett. He’s never late. So asshole gets my vote.

Ivy

Aw, Beckett’s not that bad.

Cordelia

He can be when something gets stuck in his craw. Want me to talk to him?

Ruby

No, no, I can talk to him. I was just wondering if I should. Like, we’re not dating or anything. Do you think I’m crossing a line if I ask him what the fuck his problem is?

Cordelia

Absolutely not. Just because you’re not officially together doesn’t mean you can’t call him on his bullshit.

The knotsin Ruby’s stomach untied themselves as she read Cordelia’s words over and over. She was right. Maybe they weren’t a couple, but theywerefriends. Supposedly. And friends called each other out for acting like complete assholes.

Didn’t they?

Silver

Just catching up because holy fuck, it’s early. I need to remember to mute my phone when I go to bed if you’re going to be this chatty before noon. But anyway, yes, Ruby, you should text him and ask wtf his problem is. And if you don’t get a satisfactory answer, let me know and I’ll send Ice to kick his ass.

Lottie

Braden says he’ll come too!

Ruby

OMG you told Braden?

Lottie

I just told him Beckett was being a dick and we might be sending guys over to rough him up for you. No details, I promise.

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