Page 35 of The Vow We Made
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Sunday Morning
“Come on,” Steph coaxes. “I want a blow by blow account.”
This makes my morning. I get to relive my date with Aiden all over again. But as I’m about to begin, I hear the door downstairs slam and shouts of, “Vickie, are you up yet? I need to know the juice.” Bronte flies into the kitchen, gasping for breath but obviously shocked to see me sitting there by her open mouth. “You’re here?”
I glance around me and then back to her. “Where did you expect me to be?”
“In his bed.”
“Bronte!”
She’s not backwards at coming forwards. She cringes. “Oh shit, is he here? Have you left him sleeping off your massive shag-fest? And there was me shouting my arse off. Do you think he heard me?” she asks in a dramatically loud whisper and her eyes are wide with expectation.
“He’s nothere, I wasn’tthere. There was no shag-fest.”
She lowers herself to a seat and sighs. “Oh Vickie, what happened?” Bronte assumes the worst, but the truth is, despite its shaky start, my evening was fantastic.
I can’t help laughing now. “Nothing. Aiden’s a gentleman that’s all. I don’t have to jump in bed with him straight away.”
Bronte isn’t listening to me. She pouts, giving me puppy-dog eyes. “No spark? Did you not getthe feeling? Or was it him? Did he give you the brush-off? He better not, the bast—”
“Far from it, Bronte. He wrapped me in his coat, we walked hand-in-hand along South Bank and he held me close as we took in the sights by the river. Apart from a slight blip which, by the way, was totally my fault, the evening was perfect.” I tell her dreamily.
“What did you do to put him off?”
I snap my attention back to my friend and gasp. “Excuse me, did you listen to a word I just said? It was romantic.”
“Hmm.” She grimaces. “You also said there was a blip, so what did you do?”
From the corner of my eye, I notice Steph cross her arms. “Bronte for the love of God woman, shush and let her speak. I was about to get the juicy details before you turned up.”
“I can’t believe you two were sitting here andnottalking about it.”
“Because we’ve just got out of bed,” I tell her. “We don’t all wake at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning. It’s meant to be a day of rest you know.”
“For some,” Bronte sings, “but not for me. I’ve a lot to do and friends to see.”
She’s too damn chirpy and energetic at this early hour, but then again, she’s never been one to laze around on the weekend.
Steph laughs. “There’s no accounting for being a nosey cow.” Her eyebrows rise in suggestion. “And by the way, the key I gave you is meant foremergencies.”
“Thisisan emergency.” Her hands rest on her hips as she feigns shock. “I don’t know how you can think otherwise. Our dearest, oldest friend has gone on her first major date in years, with a super-hot guy and you expect me to sit around and wait to find out how it went? How very dare you.”
My two best friends lose my attention briefly while I dream about my pretty perfect night.
“You’re playing with those Frosties, if you don’t want them, I’ll eat them,” Steph grumbles as she shuffles to the fridge.
“Yeah.” I blow out a breath and rest my chin on my palm. I’m right at the part where I open the door to his gorgeous smile.
“Are you listening?” Steph interrupts, but it’s not going to ruin my super-hot daydreams of Aiden.
As if a switch turned the light on to her brain, she pounces. “Well bloody hell.” Her mouth drops open before forming a smile. “You were thinking about him, weren’t you?”
I can feel my cheeks warming to a tell-tale blush. “So what if I was.”
Bronte drags her chair closer. “You’ve got it bad my girl.” She takes the lid off the teapot. “How long has this been stewing?” she asks peering into the depths of hot tea below.
