Page 5 of Four-ever Single

“You’re lucky you didn’t lose a limb,” I said, feeling Jones’ eyes on me. “She didn’t stop talking about that for months. It was so exhausting; I was ready to come murder you myself over it.”

“How did you finally get her to stop?” Jones asked.

“I bought her a new one and pretended that Capshaw had felt bad and bought it for her.” I shrugged.

“Did she ever find out?”

“Nope,” I said, letting the p pop. “And if you tell her, I will come for you.” I narrowed my eyes at Capshaw, making my warning clear.

“What are you coming for my fiancé for now?” Kensy asked, wrapping her arms around Capshaw’s neck as he pulled her into his arms.

“Just giving him a friendly warning about him not saying a word about the replacement Baby Ruth.”

Kensy’s eyes widened, and she shook her head.

“Yeah, I have to agree with Bella. If you say anything, I’ll withhold sex for two months.” She looked down at him and pinned him with a look. “We will make you as miserable as she made us.”

“I think withholding sex is going to hurt you as much as it hurts me,” he teased playfully. I imagined he had meant for only her to hear it, but since I couldn’t unhear it, I busied myself with popping a K-cup into the machine and brewing Jones’ coffee.

“Is she in bed?” Capshaw asked, tickling Kensy’s sides.

“Yeah. She fought me, but once her head hit the pillow, she was out,” Kensy said.

“Did her head hit the pillow, or did you hit her in the head with the pillow until you knocked her out?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Does it matter? She’s out.” She shrugged and tried to fight her grin.

“Nope. But if she gets me up to eat cookie dough in the middle of the night, I’m calling you.”

Kensy scrunched her face, grimacing.

“Remind me to put my phone on Do Not Disturb,” she teased.

I placed my hands on my hips and glared at her.

“You know I can’t eat that stuff, Kens. How about taking one for the team?” I batted my eyes playfully at her. I was just goading her, but it was what we did best now that we spent so much time together with her being my photographer. “Unless you plan to edit out all of the new bulges and rolls I’m going to get from trying to be a good friend...” I pulled my mouth to the side and leaned against the counter.

“I’ll take one for the team,” Jones said, clearing his throat. “I don’t mind eating cookies in the middle of the night.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I struggled not to take what he said the wrong way. Wishful thinking, Bella. Wishful thinking.

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Jones

I don’t mind eating cookies in the middle of the night?!

I stifled my groan before it could come out, but hated how I sounded like such a dumbass. Capshaw turned his head and chuckled, trying to hide it behind a cough. I lowered my head but caught a glimpse of the blush on Bella’s cheeks.

“Well, it’s getting late. We better get going,” Capshaw said, pushing his stool out and standing. “Call us only if it’s an emergency.” He raised his eyebrows at Bella, driving his point across.

“Everything with your sister is an emergency,” she teased. “But go, we’ll be fine. She’s probably passed out for the night anyway. I’ll set some water and Tylenol out for her before I go to the gym in the morning.”

Bella walked them out and then locked the door, leaving me standing awkwardly in the kitchen, unsure if I should go too.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” she asked, grabbing both cups of coffee from the counter and smiling as she walked into the living room, waiting for me to follow her.

“Sure,” I replied with uncertainty. “I don’t want to impose, so feel free to kick me out whenever you want to.”

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