Part 11

It was far too early when Delaney’s phone rang, she could tell by the lack of light in the room when she cracked one eye lid open. She considered ignoring the infernal device but that was the kind of thing old Delaney would do. New Delaney was responsible and she answered the fucking phone, especially at the ass crack of dawn and when the little song it was playing told her who was calling.

“What?” she mumbled after three stabs at the screen before she hit the speaker.

“Del it’s me,” Brett identified her cheerful as fuck self needlessly in Delaney’s opinion.

“Yes it is,” Delaney agreed then yawned loudly.

“Oh sweetie did I wake you? I thought you’d be up, it’s nearly eleven.”

“I don’t start until two so…”

“Oh sorry.”

“S’kay,” Delaney sighed and blinked her eyes a couple of times. “Why are you calling? Why aren’t you standing in my door with a cup of coffee?” she asked hopefully.

“Because I’m not at home. I need a favor Del.”

“What, now?” Delaney slid out of bed and stumbled down the hall to Brett’s bedroom then stared in confusion at the neatly made bed. “Holy fu- uh moley! Brett,” she whispered her friend’s name with a grin trying to split her face in half. “What did you do?”

“Nothing you’re thinking smut for brains,” Brett said with a laugh.

“Well why not? One of us should be having fun,” Delaney shot back and thought about starting the coffee maker.

“I was. Just not that kind,” Brett said with an exasperated sigh. “Listen Del, can you bring me some stuff? I have a meeting shortly and it’s this end of town so it’ll be quicker if I get ready here.”

So much for coffee Delaney thought. “Sure, whatever you need.”

“You are a savior,” Brett said with a relieved sigh. “I’ll text you the address. If you look in the box of shredded wheat there’s some cash so you can get a taxi.”

“The shredded wheat?” Delaney laughed. “Tell me what you need.”

Thirty minutes later Delaney stepped out of the cab and looked up at the building with a sigh of envy. Brett’s apartment was great but this building had a superb location, the views would be amazing, the city, the park, just amazing.

“Can I take your bag Miss Cole?”

The question snapped Delaney’s attention to a man in suit, the doorman she realised. Though he looked like he could moonlight as a personal body guard with his military short hair and tall but lean build.

“Ah no, I’m fine. Thanks,” she said with a smile as she hoisted the strap of Brett’s overnight bag complete with makeup and toiletries over her shoulder, the suit bag with Brett’s outfit folded carefully inside it. His words sunk in and she frowned as she asked, “How do you know my name?”

“Oh, Ms Purdie described your hair,” he said with a grin. “I’m Joe.”

“Thanks Joe. And it’s Laney,” she said as he closed the vehicle door then started towards the building.

He opened the door to the spacious lobby and with a sweep of his hand directed her attention to the elevators.

“Nice to meet you Laney,” he said politely as he went back outside to do whatever it was doormen did.

Of course the elevator was waiting and the ride up was smooth and short and when the doors opened Brett was waiting in a doorway at the end of the corridor. Whoever she had spent the night with had picked a top notch building to live in.

“Please tell me the doorman let you know I was on my way and you haven’t just been standing there waiting?”

“Joe is very efficient,” Brett said with a smile as Delaney stopped before her.

“Not to mention hot as fu-”

“Del!”

“Fudge? Like a hot fudge sundae. Bet he’d be delicious all smeared with chocolate,” Delaney teased as Brett blushed.

“You’re in a good mood,” Brett interrupted. “Come in.”

“With that eye candy to start the day who wouldn’t be?” Delaney said a little absently as she stepped inside the luxury apartment and looked around with interest. “Wow, imagine that view at night,” she murmured as she walked towards the window.

“It was spectacular,” Brett agreed. “Thanks so much for this.”

Delaney turned and slipped the bag off her shoulder. “I’m sure I can think of some outrageous way for you to repay me if it’ll make you feel better. Or you could just tell me all the filthy things you did with…” she trailed off to stare at Brett expectantly.

Brett shook her head and gave an exasperated sigh. “I told you on the phone it was nothing like that. I just caught up with an old friend.”

“A bold blend?” Delaney repeated what it had sounded like since half way through the conversation Brett had placed her bag on the couch and all but stuck her head inside it. “Brett?” Delaney prompted when she didn’t respond.

Brett looked up from her bag with a timid smile. “Don’t freak out okay?”

“Why would I freak out?”

Before Brett could answer there was the sound of water running and a male voice asking. “You have time for coffee Brett?”

Delaney leaned forward to peek into the kitchen to see a man on one side of the island bench pouring coffee, then eased back to stare at Brett wide eyed. She mouthed the words. ‘no fucking way’ as Brett pressed her hands together like she was begging for forgiveness and mouthed ‘sorry’ back.

“That would be great thanks Quinn,” she said and jerked her head at Delaney, indicating she should move forward.

“I see your friend has been.”

His voice got louder and Delaney realised he was moving closer and was about to see her standing there like an idiot.

She jabbed a finger at Brett then dragged it over her throat with a glare, a very clear ‘you’re dead’ before she spoke up.

“Actually I’m still here.” She stepped forward as Quinn walked up to Brett with a cup of coffee in each hand.

“Oh.” He stared at her wide eyed for a moment before he blinked and turned to Brett to hand her one of the cups. “Sorry I didn’t realise. Can I get you a cup?”

It took a moment for Delaney to process his question because Quinn in nothing but a pair of low slung shorts, his jaw shadowed with a scruff of beard as he leaned his hips against the table and sipped his coffee, seemingly unconcerned about spilling any on his bare chest or stomach, was one hell of a distraction.

She shook her head slowly and realised she was staring at his chest so she looked at Brett instead. “I think I should go?” she said a little desperately as Brett grimaced.

“Actually I was hoping you’d stick around while I got changed,” Brett said hopefully. “Save me dragging my bag with me.”

“Oh.” Delaney chewed on her lower lip and tried to think of a reasonable reason to say no. ‘I’d love to Brett but I’m not sure I can keep my hands to myself while you’re gone’ wouldn’t really be the most diplomatic thing to say. So she shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and nodded instead. “Um yeah. I guess I can do that,” she said and was rewarded with a bright grin.

“Is that a yes to coffee?” Quinn interjected forcing Delaney to look at him again. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” he added as he pushed away from the table and took a step back towards the kitchen.

“Oh! Sorry! Quinn this is Del, Del, Quinn,” Brett introduced as she hiked her bag onto her shoulder. “I wont be long. Thanks Del!”

Delaney could only stare as Brett disappeared down a hallway. Maybe she could just stare at that spot until Brett came back she thought.

“Cream? Sugar?”

Brett wouldn’t be long so…

“Del?”

Delaney closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “Yes to both please,” she said and walked over to the kitchen.


 

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