5
Gabrielle
“There’s good news and there’s bad news,” Brooke informed me.
“Is the bad news that you’re calling me at a quarter to seven?”
“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry. I just wanted to catch you before you went to work.”
“Oh, it’s fine.”
It wasn’t. Mornings sucked. And I wasn’t sure what was worse—croaking my way through a conversation in my sleep or the fact that when Colt had knocked on my bedroom door to hand me the phone, I’d staggered over and opened it without thinking. While wearing his underwear and T-shirt, sans bra and with my hair all over the place.
“Still, I’m sorry.”
“You said there was news?”
“Okay, so the good news is that Addy has plenty of shoes. The bad news is that she’s insisting on bringing them over personally.”
“That’s a problem?”
“It is when she’s booke
