I Pucking Love You (The Copper Valley Thrusters #5) - Pippa Grant Page 0,111

laptop in her hand so that the screen is facing us. “You Muffy?” she asks in a six-pack-a-day voice.

“Am I?” I whisper to Tyler.

She’s a little scary.

And while Tyler’s scary too, the buff tattooed guy with a buzz cut behind the woman holding what looks like my laptop is possibly even scarier.

“Yeah. This is Muffy,” Tyler says with a grin.

“Good. I got your website fixed. Upgraded, even. Won’t even have to meet half these guys after their IP address goes through this little extension I installed for you. It’ll pull up full criminal history right down to speeding tickets and any incriminating photos on their phones. If anyone asks, it’s legal and I wasn’t here.”

She does that here, take it gesture, and Tyler grabs it from her. “Appreciate the help.”

“Tell the Zeusinator we expect him in the bedroom at four PM sharp,” she replies.

Her bodyguard growls.

She snickers.

And then they’re both gone.

“What was that?” I whisper.

Tyler nudges me out of the bedroom. “Your site crashed. I know someone who knows someone who could fix it, and the bunnies threatened to castrate me if I didn’t make the call to make it happen.”

“They did not!”

“They might’ve. You were drunk. Can’t tell me otherwise.”

“Muffy!” My Muff Matchers support group is in the living room—every last member, even though it’s a Monday—and they all leap to their feet when we step out of the hallway.

The pixie woman and her bodyguard are nowhere to be seen. If Tyler wasn’t carrying my laptop, I’d swear I hallucinated them too.

“We’re fixing your business model,” Maren tells me. She and Daisy are hunched together on dining room chairs that have been pulled in near the fish tank.

“It’s a great plan,” Veda says.

She beams at Maren.

Maren blushes.

And oh my god.

It’s suddenly crystal clear why I haven’t been able to match her.

Brianna tackles me with a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay. We were super worried. yesterday.”

“I have three friends who want your screening services,” Julie says.

“And I have six friends who want you to write their dating profiles for them,” Eugenie adds. “At first I was so pissed at that dumb gossip rag for searching out your profiles on the various apps, but then I was like, damn, Muffy knows how to represent us.”

West shoves a bag at me. “Here. Eat. I’ll fend them off until you’re not quite so green.”

“What’s happening?” I ask Tyler as he sets my laptop aside and helps me dig out the fried fish and chips.

“Friends and people who believe in you,” he replies. “Because you, Muffy Periwinkle, provide a valuable service to women who feel like they don’t quite fit.”

“Muff Matchers isn’t a failure,” Veda tells me. “It’s a work in progress, like we all are.”

“And sometimes you need a helping hand to figure out the best part of your business,” Daisy adds.

“We’re helping steer you in a little clearer direction,” Maren agrees.

“One that doesn’t put you on the streets having dates with weirdos all the time.”

“Or at least quite as much.”

“Not after your website upgrades.”

Tyler pulls me into his lap on the couch and shoves a piece of fish in my mouth. “Eat. And be happy. And then I’m kicking all of these people out so you can get some rest before you get back to work tomorrow. Okay?”

Happy.

Holy crap.

I am. I’m happy.

Muff Matchers isn’t dead. It’s just starting.

My clients believe in me, apparently more now that they know how I’ve been screening their dates.

And there’s a very attractive man who’s not grunting under the weight of me as he feeds me my favorite hangover food and squeezes my thigh.

“Oh, and your mother called,” Maren says. She and Veda share a look and roll their eyes together. “She said to tell you she’s very proud of you, and that she and William and his nephew would love to take you out for lunch soon so you can tell her all about the things you’ve been up to with Muff Matchers.”

That’s weird.

Very weird.

I shift a look at Tyler.

He stares back like an innocent little lamb, and suddenly, I’m cracking up. “What did you do?”

“Anything necessary to make you happy.” He winks, and I swear I fall in love with him all over again. “Fries? Or do you want me to kick these people out now?”

Remy toddles over and holds a hand out. “Fie?”

Tyler grins and hands it over, earning a massive smile from his little nephew, and there my heart goes getting all melty again.

My boyfriend—my sexy, smart, handsome, stubborn, loves me for