Thirteen (Love by Numbers Book 4) Read Online Free

think most of my injuries were caused by looking over at her and not focussing on the devil spawn who were intent on unmanning me.
    The bibs are snatched from my hands and I tear my gaze away from my new obsession to see Josh staring at me with a soppy grin on his face.
    “Go, help the girl out. I can finish up here.”
    My leg is already over the inflatable siding as I ask, “You sure you’re okay to clear up on your own?”
    He laughs and nods his head in the direction that my body is screaming at me to walk towards. “I’m not sure wild horses could keep you away for much longer. Besides, I spot my girls walking towards me.” His face lights up.
    I look over my shoulder to see Laura and Baby Ivy heading our way. Laura wears the same beaming smile as her husband and for a brief moment, I feel jealous.
    Will I ever get what they have?
    Will the woman of my dreams ever walk to me with that same smile on her face?
    Will I ever see her cradling my child?
    Woah! Hold your fucking horses!
    Where did that thought come from? I’ve been unable to get it up for months and now I’m thinking of making mini Harrys or Harrietts.
    Calm the fuck down, Davidson.
    Let’s go and seal the deal first. At the very least, find out if she’s single.
    I approach her stall and see mountains of empty foil wrapping littering the floor, but not a chocolate egg left in sight. I was kind of fancying a little choccy pick me up, but those bloody kids have pillaged the lot.
    Bunny Girl is now headless; her big furry bonce is sitting on the table looking at me while she has her back to me and is bending over like those chicks do in the fitness videos when they touch their toes. Straight legs no bend to the knees. It looks weird, yet still hot and I imagine her peachy rear clad in a shiny pink lycra leotard, instead of the fluffy pink bunny fur it is now.
    “Are you going to keep staring at my arse or are you going to be of use and help me pick up some of this bloody mess?”
    I flick my eyes away from her arse to see her head between her legs and she’s looking at me from her upside down position with a shit eating grin on her face.
    “I wasn’t…” I attempt to deny my lycra fantasy but she cuts me off.
    “You were, it’s fine. I’ve heard loads of men have bunny tail fetishes. Your secret is safe with me.” Still upside down, she winks at me before lithely unfurling herself to her full height.
    I can’t help myself and my mouth shifts into gear before my brain, “Why do you make it so hard for yourself? Bending like that might be a sight for my sore eyes, but it has to be killer on your muscles.”
    Something passes behind her velvet brown eyes, but in a blink it’s gone and she shrugs before replying, “It’s more comfortable than it looks, you should try it.”
    She turns away from me once more and grabs a roll of black rubbish bags from the table, tearing one off and handing it to me.
    “Be of some use, Banana Man, while I go and change.”
    She smirks at me before waddling off in the direction of the car park.
    Banana Man? What the…?
    I smack my forehead with my palm and drag my hand down my face.
    She saw me get out of the Banana Mobile.
    Great. Just, great.
    Ball-less, bunny-less and I’ve gone and lost my man-card too.
    I shake my head and bend to collect up the rest of the trash muttering to myself, “Hey, Delilah. Fancy coming out for a coffee with a loser?”
    “Yes.”
    I spin around so fast I almost land on my arse but I manage to right myself at the last second by grabbing the table, causing the bunny head to roll off onto the floor, where it lands, straight at her feet.
    She does that super hot bending move again and picks her head up from the floor. I know I’m gaping like a Goldfish gasping for air, but I swear she just told me yes.
    “Yes, I said yes. I’d love to go for a coffee with a loser.”
    I snap my jaw shut and squint my eyes. Is she a mind…
    “No, I’m not a mind reader, you’ve been saying