No More Bad Dates: A romantic comedy of love, friendship... and tea (High Tea Book 1) by Kate O'Keeffe

Author:Kate O'Keeffe [O'Keeffe, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Wild Lime Books
Published: 2019-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 1 5

I plod down the hallway toward the kitchen in my bare feet, hoping Jason is still asleep. The gods seem to be against me in all things these days, so I’m barely surprised when I spot him making a pot of coffee in the kitchen.

He turns to face me, coffee pot and mug in hand. “You don’t look set to join the ‘merfolk lifestyle’ this morning, McCarthy. Shall I go get your monofin for you?”

I shake my head and let out a defeated sigh. What made me clutch my sides in laughter last night lands like a lead balloon today.

There’s no use pretending. I’d lain awake half the night, dramatic thoughts like “there are no good guys left in the world” and “I’ll never fall in love” and my personal favorite, “I was born alone and I will die alone,” rolled through my mind like deafening and persistent thunder.

“Don’t. I had a crappy night, and I fully expect to have a crappy day. I don’t know why I agreed to do a shift at the café today.” I nod at the coffee. “Is that for me?”

“It can be.” He pours some coffee into the mug and passes it to me. “The milk is already in there.”

I take it in my hands. “Awesome.” I take my first sip as I sink down onto one of our two kitchen stools. “It’s good. Thanks.”

“Well, drink up. With a shift at the café to get to, you’ll need to be caffeinated to the gills.” His face creases into a smile once he realizes his fish reference has gone down like an oyster. I hate oysters. “Sorry. That wasn’t intentional.”

“But last night’s endless quips were?”

“The guy’s a merman, Soph. A merman.”

Maybe it’s the caffeine hitting my bloodstream, or maybe I’m delirious from the potent combination of feeling depressed and a lousy sleep, but a giggle builds up inside me until it bursts out, sending my mouthful of coffee both up my nose and out onto the counter in front of me.

So ladylike. Mom would be proud.

Jason furrows his brow as he chuckles. “There’s no need to spurt a perfectly good cup of coffee around the kitchen, McCarthy. Here.” He hands me a paper towel and I pat myself down and then the counter.

I rub my nose. “Oh, that hurts.”

“Well, as a doctor, I have it on good authority that coffee is designed to go down the esophagus and into the stomach, rather than up through the nasal cavity and out through the nose.” He uses useful hand gestures to illustrate his point.

“You’re a genius then, aren’t you?” I give my face one more wipe before balling the paper towel up. “And you’re an almost-doctor, not the real deal.”

He shrugs. “Semantics, McCarthy. Semantics. I’m not the one redecorating the kitchen with coffee shot from out of my nose right now.”

I lift the coffee mug to my lips and pause. “Don’t say anything funny for the next five seconds, okay? I need this caffeine in my bloodstream to face my day.

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