Page 14 of Not So Happily Ever After (British Bad Boys)
“What?” It’s all I can manage, since I’ve never given her any hint that a secret, infuriating part of me has never got over him. But sheknew?
“Even when you were dating Jon, and what’s his name before him, it was still Will you talked about most of the time. You don’t need to be a brain surgeon to figure that one out.”
“I didn’t talk about himthatmuch.” My protest sounds hollow because I have the terrible feeling she’s right. Horror skates through me. “You don’t think anyone else knows, do you?”
Byanyone elseI mean, obviously, Will. Because that would just be beyond mortifying.
“No. But then they don’t know about that night, do they?”
True. But I’m not talking about my family, because I’ve been super careful about keeping my hookup a secret. My brothers always turned a bit Neanderthal whenever they met any of my boyfriends. Although it was more of a running joke than anything else, I don’t think they would’ve found me being withWillfunny. The last thing I needed was them giving me grief over it.
Panic claws through me as I trawl through everything that happened yesterday.And today. I don’t think I betrayed myself. “I’d seriously die if Will knew.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it.” Brooklyn gives my clenched fingers another comforting squeeze. “Unless you jumped his bones while you werehaving lunch,” she puts totally unnecessary emphasis on those words, “he won’t have a clue.”
“It’s not as though I intend to do anything about it.”
“Why would you? You’re not seeing him again. Are you?”
I tap the straw against the rim of my glass. “I saw him again today. You’ll never guess. He’s been doing the gardening for my dad.”
“That’s weird.”
“He enjoys it.”
“Whatever.” She shakes her head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“We might be getting together again next week.”And this is what I need to talk to you about.
“He asked you out on adate?” She sounds enthralled.
“What?No.” Why did she jump to that conclusion? “It’s really stupid. He paid for my lunch, and instead of just letting it go, I told him I owed him one.”
“So, you askedhimout on a date.”
That word might’ve crossed my mind at the time, but that doesn’t make it true. What am Ithinking?
“Haven’t you forgotten something? I’m not dating anyone until after I graduate.”
She makes a scoffing sound. “There’s dating, and there’sdating. I’m not suggesting you get serious or anything. Just a bit of fun before you go back to Uni.”
“WithWill?’ I double check, because I doubt there’s a definition of dating that could coverthat.
“Why not?”
“I can’t believe you’re even asking me that. Just because I still think he’s hot doesn’t mean I want to get burned again.”
“You won’t get burned.”
I must admit, it’s kind of tempting.
Are you completely losing it?That’s the worst idea I’ve had since kissing him under the mistletoe.
“Not going to happen.”
“The thing is”—she points her straw at me—“you might want to think about getting him out of your system once and for all.”
She can’t beserious. “Are you saying we should be fuck buddies?”
