Well, let’s just say she could give any baker a run for their money.
“You go grab us a seat,” Devlyn said, her eyes scanning the room. “I’ll get our coffee fix.”
She knew me well.
I made a beeline for a vacant booth at the back, sliding into it with a sigh of relief. It was the perfect spot for a heart-to-heart, away from prying ears. I knew Devlyn wasn’t just offering a caffeine fix; she wanted the tea—the gossip, the drama, and the lowdown on last night’s mattress mambo with my so-called best friend.
As I settled in, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. Devlyn had a way of getting the scoop, and I knew she wouldn’t rest until she had every juicy detail. Little did I know, this coffee catch-up would unravel a tale of epic proportions, one that would become legendary in the annals of Rosewood’s gossip history.
“Oh good, you’re already here,” Morgan grumbled as she slowly lowered herself into the booth across from me. Wearing her PJs, a down winter coat, dark glasses, and Uggs, Morganlooked like she just rolled out of bed when she yawned and asked, “Where’s Dev?”
“Getting our order.”
Looking up, Morgan leaned over the table and yelled, “DEV!” as every head in the coffee shop turned to look. “Get me a double shot Americano with a cream cheese bagel!”
Covering my face in mortification, I lowered myself deeper into the booth, wishing it would swallow me whole, as Morgan sat back down and removed her sunglasses. Throwing them on the table, she huffed. “I am never drinking again.”
I smirked. “Until Friday, right?”
“You know me well,” Morgan groaned, laying her head on the table. “So why am I needed here at the ass crack of dawn?”
“You know why you’re here, Morgan,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “And could you keep your voice down? I don’t need the whole town knowing my business.” I glanced around to see if anyone was listening, but most patrons were engrossed in their own conversations or lost in the comfort of their coffee cups. “Besides, it’s not that early. The sun is up, and so are we.”
Morgan groaned again, lifting her head from the table with a dramatic flourish. “Fine, spill it. What’s the damn emergency that couldn’t wait until a more reasonable hour? And why did you drag me out in my pajamas, no less?” She gestured to her disheveled outfit, complete with bedhead hair tucked into a messy bun.
As I opened my mouth to tell her I didn’t call her, Devlyn slid into the booth beside me, her arms laden with trays of coffee and a plate of Beth’s famous cinnamon rolls. “Here we go,” she said, setting the treats down with a flourish. “Fuel for the gossip fire. Now, let’s get to the good stuff. Morgan, you look like shit.”
“Feel like it too,” she grumbled, reaching for her coffee.
“Okay, Josie.” Devlin grinned, placing my coffee in front of me. “Spill.”
“Spill what?” Morgan asked, looking between me and Dev.
“Our little straitlaced Josephine finally broke her celibacy streak last night.”
Morgan’s eyes widened as she smiled brilliantly. Leaning her head in her hand, she batted her eyelashes and cooed. “Oh, please tell me he was good.”
“Oh, I’m betting he was better than good.” Devlyn chuckled.
Knowing damn well neither woman would leave me alone until I gave them something, I leaned forward, looked around to make sure no one was listening, and whispered, “Let me just say this. If he was looking for a new specialty, he would be Board-Certified.”
Both women leaned back in the booth and grinned.
“Hell yeah.”
“You go, girl.”
“So, what’s next?” Dev asked.
“What do you mean?”
Frowning, Dev looked at Morgan, who looked confused and asked, “What do you mean?What do we mean?Your panties have been wet since you met the son of a bitch.”
“If you tell me that fucker bolted after he fucked your cobwebs away, I’m gonna cut off his dick and FedEx it to Louisiana.”
Looking down at my hands, I whispered, “I left him.”
“Excuse me?”
