Page 25 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

“Just one glass,” Landon said.

I shook my head. “Didn’t the doctor tell you anything? You’re not supposed to drink as long as you’re on that stuff.”

Landon nodded. “Noted.”

I shook my head. His confusion was endearing, and after the alarm and the comedy situation, I was wide awake and in a better mood.

Go figure.

Landon hobbled to an armchair, where he found a shirt and pulled it over his head. I tried not to mind that he was covering up his body—I liked what I saw, but maybe this was better. I picked up my phone from where it had dropped to the floor and texted Brad.

He’s okay. He took sleeping pills. Nothing to worry about.

Brad replied almost right away.You’re a saint.

“You need coffee,” I said to Landon, tucking my phone into my pocket. “And I could do with something too. Where’s your kitchen in this mansion?”

Landon grinned. “Come on, let me give you a tour.” He picked up his crutch with difficulty. “A slow one.”

6

LANDON

WhenRebeccaappearedinfront of me, I thought she was an apparition. I’d just been dreaming about her, and those pills were fucking strong.

It wouldn’t have been impossible that I’d hallucinated her.

She was here, though. She was real.

And she was a real sight for sore eyes.

We moved through the house. I showed her what it was like on the inside—I’d had this house built from scratch, and I hadn’t had a lot of people I could really show it off to. The parties I’d hosted back in the day had been great, but seeing Rebecca’s face as we moved through the house and she took it all in was a real treat.

“You decorated all of this?” I asked.

Landon snorted. “God, no. I’m a man, Rebecca. I can’t do things like this to save my life. I’m in IT. I got a designer, but best know I made her life hell until I liked what I saw.”

Rebecca giggled, and the sound was like chimes in the wind—soothing, and I wanted more of it.

My head was still a little fuzzy after all the pills. I kicked myself for drinking before taking them. I hadn’t thought that far. I’d been irritated with the stupid moon boot and upset that I was alone with no one to look after me. I’d had a self-pity drink.

Look what it had gotten me. Although, if the doctor had told me it would bring me an angel like Rebecca, I might have tried to drink every day since I’d had my accident.

When we finally reached the kitchen, I saw it through her eyes. It was beautiful, with white cabinets and black marble countertops. I had every state-of-the-art appliance and a breakfast nook with soft white leather seats.

“This is stunning,” Rebecca said. “If I had a kitchen like this, I would never leave it.”

“Cooking is one thing I can do,” I said. “And this is a chef’s dream.”

Rebecca smiled at me.

“How about that coffee?” I asked. “Have you ever had Kopi Luwak?”

Rebecca stared at me. “You have Kopi Luwak? Oh my God. I’ve only had it once.”

I smiled. “Let me treat you. As a thank you for coming all the way to check up on me.”

I made my way to the pantry where the tin of the world’s most exotic coffee was stored. I struggled to keep the pantry door open and reach the tin on the top shelf.

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