Page 124 of The Grosvenor's Ghost

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Like that was normal for us.

In some way it is. In other ways it isn’t because I have a boyfriend.

I go back inside, grab one of the smoothies the chefs made and go up to the top deck where Athena is sitting at the table.

“Good morning!”

She looks up. “It is for you, isn’t it?”

I frown.

“You and Arthur!”

“I’m not following…”

“Well he certainly was, into your bedroom.”

“How do you know that?”

“Oh,” she waves her hand airily. “I only held a glass to your bedroom door all night.”

“Perv.”

“So he was in there?” She gives me a look.

I nod slowly.

“Did you…”

I nod again.

She slaps my arm. “My god, you little minx! You have a boyfriend!”

I roll my eyes. “So what? It’s only Arthur.”

“Exactly!” She sits up. “It’s Arthur!”

“Hey, Athena?”

“Yeah?”

“Who’s better in bed? George or Albie?”

“Oh my god!” She throws her arms up. “You just had to go there, didn’t you?”

I nod, smile but I actually do want to know—we all want to know.

“You gonna tell me, then?”

She huffs, pulls her knees up to her chest and looks away from me. “No.”

“Why?” I nudge her. “Is it Albie? You know what they say about the quiet ones.”

She side-eyes me. “You know, for a ‘lady’”—yes, she actually does use quotation marks— “You have a very vulgar mouth on you.”

“I grew up with Connie and George, what do you expect?”

“Yeah, that is true, actually.”

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