Page 118 of The Dicktionary Club

I felt my face drop and my palms turn sticky.

‘What will we do?’ Zola asked.

‘Oh my God, that toilet is a fucking trek!’ Katy said, sliding back into the booth.

Zola remained silent. I had no idea what she was thinking.

‘What’s up?’ Katy asked, nudging my arm.

‘Katy, we have to tell you something, but not in front of the boys just yet,’ I said.

‘Oh, what? Fucking hell! What is it now?’

I smiled and waved to the three men as they weaved back to our table, still chatting away.

‘Do I have something in my teeth?’ Katy continued, using her finger and scrubbing her gnashers.

‘No, babe.’ Zola breathed nervously. ‘We have just been invited to New York to work.’

Katy gasped. ‘Shut up! What? Why?’

‘Ssh!’ I hissed, not wanting to ruin a celebratory night when we didn’t know any facts. The Dicktionary Club had caused so much turmoil in our lives and to the people we cared about the most. Everything was going well now. I wasn’t sure how to feel about revisiting it all again.

‘Ella?’ Katy whispered.

‘A company wants to team up with us and bring back the Dicktionary Club,’ Zola hissed under her breath.

‘Nooooo!’ Katy’s jaw opened.

‘We’ve got to do it, right?’ Zola nudged us both.

I shook my head. ‘I don’t know, Zo. After the last time? I hated the person I became. I don’t want to hurt anyone ever again.’

Katy agreed, nodded, then stopped. ‘But I suppose we have learned from our mistakes, right?’

I turned to face her. ‘Sure, but .?.?. really?’

‘I mean, we all got second chances? Surely the Dicktionary Club deserves one too?’ she continued.

Zola and I gulped down nervously.

‘Here we are, ladies!’ Philip arrived with the tray of drinks. ‘Everything all right?’ he asked, noticing my worried expression and the weird vibe at the table.

I nodded. ‘Yeah, great, thanks!’

Philip smiled, then turned to his friend, ‘Oh, this is my mate and business partner .?.?.’

‘Sean?’ Katy blurted, looking as freaked out as if she’d seen a ghost.

Sean tilted his head and his handsome face broke into a large grin. ‘The mystery woman in the pink dress?’ His gorgeous Irish accent sounded even better than Katy had described.

She nodded.

‘How are you? Do you mind if I join you?’ Sean asked, hovering to sit.

Katy was speechless.

‘Please, take a seat, Sean. Katy would love that,’ Zola confirmed, tugging Katy’s arm to allow him space in the booth.

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