Calling the Shots (SERENDIPITY) by Keeley Austin EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Keeley Austin
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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I saw the brown liquid leap towards me and tried to dodge it, but how did
one do that? Answers on a postcard, please! The sly bastard that was
December had looked deceivingly warm when I’d peered outside, wine
goggled eyes letting me down yet again, so the coffee missed my coat
entirely and targeted my white t-shirt. The launcher of the coffee walked
right on by with no apology. Great. I added this to the latest list of fuck ups
in my life:
After two–five–glasses of Montepulciano, I’d finally plucked up the
courage to tell my mother that I’d quit my job, and her response? ‘I always
expect you to fail, Hope, I’ve given up being surprised’. Fabulous. I
stomped down the cobbled street as December grasped at me making my
nipples freeze to the point of dropping off in search of warmth somewhere
else.
Note to self: buy better padded bras.
As I stumbled towards the coffee shop, my hands wiped at the already
frozen puddle as tears tickled the back of my eyes, I sniffed, trying to hold
it together. I had, without a doubt, made the worst decision of my life but I
knew one thing for certain, Lacey had cake. Cake was the only food group
that made life bearable, that, and ice cream. It didn’t matter what cake it
was, just as long as it was loaded with sugar and smeared with some form
of icing.
I walked into the warmth of the small shop and found it busy, as always.
I spied the large slab of chocolate fudge cake, a slice already being handed
to a waiting customer and I prayed there would be some left for me.
“What the hell happened, Hope?” Lacey laughed as she pointed at my
ruined top.
I sneered at her. “Don’t ask…dick…”
Lacey slid a cup of coffee under my nose before she picked up the knife,
pulled the fudge cake from within the glass cabinet, and cut into it. “Did
you just call me a dick?”
“No, it was a dick who ruined my t-shirt.”
“Ah. Well, drink this one,” she murmured, whilst she tried to cover a
laugh as she passed me the cake and a fork.
“Ha bloody ha!” I snapped and dug deep into my pockets, rummaging
for loose change. Sweat pinged on my palms as my fingers brushed up
against material. Oh, sweet baby Jesus.
“Don’t worry about it, Hope, I’ll get it for you,” Lacey told me with a
sympathetic smile.
I wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Things had to change if I
couldn’t afford cake. “No, Lace, I can get it.” I didn’t need charity.
“I’m your friend, let me do this.”
“Thanks,” I muttered as Lacey began making more coffee for a regular
who only had to wave their hand in the air for their second hit of caffeine.
That was the great thing about Lacey; nothing was ever too much trouble. I
bit into the cake–fork not needed as hands do the job well enough–and
sighed.
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