Page 126 of The Secret We Keep
I drop my gaze, swigging my lukewarm beer. “Jesus, Danny. I didn’t know that was something you wanted.”
“So you admit it’s something?”
I deadpan. “Conniving prick,” I mutter under my breath, before it turns into a disbelieving laugh.
Chuckling, he stands to his feet, grabbing the beer bottle and downing what’s left. Then he looks down at me like I’m an idiot as he hoicks up his jeans. “I never said I wanted what you’ve got.”
Looking over his shoulder, I catch Sarah waving at him seductively.
“But Iampretty certain I want to get my dick wet with that stunner of a woman talking to the girl you refuse to get close to.”
I don’t rise to him, because I’d probably call it a night if I did, knowing he’s right. “Wanker.”
He nods. “Don’t come searching for me, you hear me?”
“I won’t, don’t you worry.”
“But if you hear from Jake, text me. I’ll reply after.”
“After?” I mistakenly ask.
He grins.
“Gross. Go on, fuck off.” I wave him away, laughing as he makes a move on Morgan’s friend. Poor girl. Danny has never been known for committing. Always given what he needs, or handed to him on a plate, he’s never known what it really means to have to work for something. Which seems like a trait that’s going to continue when Sarah grabs her bag and the pair of them make their way to the front door.
“That seat taken?”
Watching Danny, I didn’t see Morgan come into the lounge.
Pops looks over the rim of his glasses at me, smiling like a Cheshire cat when Morgan tries to work out how to sit down with such a short skirt on.
“Has Jack died yet, old man?” I glare at him.
Evie’s face shoots up.
Crap.
“What?” she chokes, looking between me and my old man. “Hedies?” Her eyes fill.
Oh, God. An upset Evie is not what I want to have to deal with right now.
Pops’ eyes widen at me. “No, he doesn’t die, sweetheart. He just…”
Grabbing Morgan’s arm, I make a swift retreat from the living room before I’m forced to make up something or my old man gets hold of me.
“Bastard,” Pops moans getting to his feet, before we hear Evie telling him to put money in the jar.
Morgan and I are both laughing, running around the house before I pull her up the stairs and through the first door I come into contact with.
Fuck. What was I thinking?
What the hell do I do?
Paddy
“Yourbedroom?”
My eyes jam shut as the door closes behind me.
