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“How is restarting my computer going to help me prove I legally representFive Fathoms Brewingto these social media jerks?”
“Someone’s grumpy. Do you need a coffee?” she asks.
“I don’t want coffee,” I grumble.
Coffee is how this whole mess began. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since I moved in with Flynn and I alreadynearly succumbed to temptation and embarrassed myself. At least no one saw me throw myself at Flynn this time.
“Can I help?” Nova asks.
I catch myself before I snark at her. Being bitchy to my friends is not going to help matters. “No, but thank you.”
Chloe sails into the room. “I know what you need.”
“What are you doing up here? Aren’t you supposed to be managing the restaurant?”
Chloe manages the bar and restaurant forFive Fathomssince the idea of sitting behind a boring desk all day gives her hives.
She winks. “Don’t you worry. I’ve got everything under control.”
“How awesome for you,” I mutter as I return my attention to my screen and the stupid bot that’s claiming I’m a bot. “I am not a bot. I’m human.”
Chloe drags me away from my desk. “Let’s not break the computer because you’re sexually frustrated.”
“I’m not sexually frustrated.”
Maya giggles. “And I’m not shy and afraid of my own shadow.”
I frown. “You’re not afraid of your own shadow.”
“Stop trying to distract us from the main topic of conversation.”
My nose wrinkles. “What’s the main topic of conversation?”
Chloe fists her hands on her hips. “How you’re sexually frustrated because you’re living in a house with the man you want to strip naked and taste every inch of.”
I bury my face in my hands. “I want to go back to Atlanta.” Where no one knows how obsessed I am with my brother’s best friend.
“What happened?” Chloe asks.
“Nothing happened.”
She snorts. “You’ve been a grump all day. What happened?”
“I’m not a grump.”
“I hate to disagree,” Nova says. “But you have been a grump all day. Not as grumpy as Hudson but a grump nevertheless.”
“Who’s Hudson?”
“I concur with Nova,” Paisley says.
I glance around the room. Paisley shouldn’t be here. She should be at the brewery across from the parking lot.
Maya points to her phone. “Speaker.”
Chloe claps her hands. “We can sit around here all day debating the level of Sophia’s grumpiness—”
“Grumpiness is not a word,” Paisley interrupts to say.
