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“I’ll share something with you,” she mumbles.
“Aw, did you hear that, Cole?” Saint smirks, hiking a brow as he looks my way. “Your girl wants to share.”
Hendrix scowls. “That’s not—”
Saint tuts. “I’m a married man, bestie. Teddy’s the only woman for me.”
“She’s the only woman who can handle you, you mean.” She smirks. “Where is she anyway? I thought Wednesdays were date nights for you two?”
Saint blows out a long stream of smoke, his gaze dipping to the strings as he switches chords. I thumb the rim of my beer bottle. Saint doesn’t need his eyes on the guitar to know what he’s playing.
“She’s gone to visit her ’rents.” He flicks the embers onto the floor.
Hendrix nods, her fingers still moving over the strings as she stares off into the distance.
I’ve no idea if Saint’s filled her in on the gritty details of Theo and her family since Hendrix came back. But she’s always read him better than most, even better than me some days.
Her silence isn’t unsure. It’s how they communicate—how they always have. They talk without words, while the rest of the world screams around them. They’re two halves of a whole, siblings in everything but blood.
Saint clears his throat and snags Hendrix's phone from the coffee table. He tilts his head side to side, clicking his tongue for a second, before punching his thumb over the screen.
“Oh four oh four.Really?” A smug grin curls his lips as the phone flickers to life in his hands. “God, you’re a sappy one, Rix.”
My chest heats. It’s the date of our anniversary. The day she claimed me as hers. She’s been carrying us around in the palm of her hand all this time.
I try to catch her gaze but she ducks her head and angles it toward Saint instead.
“Bet yours is eight, three, three, three, nine,” she mumbles.
“Damn right it is.” He presses his thumb into the screen and Shaggy blares through my flat. “Teddy is the key to unlock all things, Saint. You should know that by now, bestie.”
Hendrix snorts, grabbing the joint from his mouth. “Unlucky lady.”
“Don’t be so rude.” He props his guitar against the arm of the couch. Hendrix lifts hers as he drapes his legs over her lap. “If anyone’s unlucky, it’s Cole having to put up with your prickly arse all over again.”
Luckiest guy in the fucking world, he means.
Hendrix readjusts the guitar, settling it on Saint's calves. “I’m telling Theo you said that.”
“Please do.” He grins. “I like when she gets all teacher on me, she pulls out the ruler and everything.”
I gag. “Fucking gross.”
“No need to be jealous,” he tells me, wagging a brow. “I’m sure Rix will spank you too if you ask.”
Hendrix shakes her head, a laugh exploding from her when she looks my way. “Not my kink, dude. Sorry to disappoint.”
Chapter fifty-two
Hendrix • Now
Still Into You – Paramore
Ileanagainstthecrisp lined shelves, watching as Cole masterfully engages with the gaggle of riotous teens surrounding him.
If someone had told me two months ago, I’d be standing in Tesco on a Thursday afternoon, watching my ex-boyfriend being bombarded by his fans while other shoppers look on in wonder, I’d have laughed in their face thinking it was a cruel joke. There wasn’t a thought in my mind that we’d ever be here.
I thought I’d given up the chance to witness him being the star I always knew he was going to be up-close. But here we are.
