His Baby-Bunny [COMPLETE]

Chapter Twenty

Luke POV

I got to the new restaurant, stood outside for a moment and walked right on past it. I gave my old friend, Adam, a call. He answered almost immediately. 

"Hey Adam."

"Luke, how you been?"

"Better."

"Want to come over? I think Zara is cooking breakfast." 

"Sounds pretty good."

"Luke, I reckon we should take your boat out; get your Little and my Little to chat, you and I can have a good time fishing and drinking beer, just not complicating life." 

"We'll chat over breakfast." 

We hung up and I felt a bit better. I had so many business concerns and was worried about talking to Zoe about them. She was a good listener and intelligent but I couldn't take her silent judgement.

I felt that when she looked at me, she was silently judging both me and my actions, a feeling of sophistication of her entitled childhood tended to shine through whenever we went out and travelled. She wore cowboy boots and listened to country music for Christ's sake, how fucking sophisticated did she even think she was? 

I hopped back into my car, and headed over to Adam's house. We used to live together for a few years, he was my best friend in Auckland and I didn't spend enough time with him. He opened the door and waved. I waved back and headed up the wide, stone steps. 

We embraced and he took my jacket. 

"It's been too long." He said, as he put my puffy jacket on a hanger. 

"Ditto." I responded. 

"Is that Luke?" His girlfriend called out. 

"Hey, Zara." 

"Hey yourself." 

I chuckled as she emerged from the kitchen. 

"I have a chef in my presence and I'm the one cooking!" She exclaimed. 

"We need to eat too." I responded. 

"I certainly don't!" She responded, as Adam wrapped his arms around her skinny figure. 

"Nonsense." He mumbled. 

She headed back into the kitchen, telling us we could help ourselves to any drinks from the fridge. 

"We read the story that your Zoe wrote." 

I nodded, remembering the email I had sent him with the first few chapters. 

"She's a good writer." He continued. 

"And?"

He leaned close to me and whispered,

"And it led us both to have one of the best nights of sex, we've ever had." 

"Bullshit."

"Truth." 

"Well, fuck."

He grinned, "that's sorta what happened, Luke." 

I shook my head and waltzed into his modern kitchen, grabbed orange juice, champagne and peach nectar from the fridge and began to make my old breakfast cocktail. Zara asked what I was doing as she checked on something in the oven. 

"I'm making a Mimolini." 

She laughed, a soft and tinkling sound, "A what?" 

"It's a mixture between a Mimosa and a Bellini."