Page 66 of Not So Happily Ever After (British Bad Boys)
“Yeah.”
“Huh. That’s weird. But itdoesexplain the dining room.”
I glance over her shoulder, but there’s no sign of her dad. It’s a bad idea, especially when her brother’s picking me up later, but I still ask the question. “I suppose there’s no chance of you coming home with me now?”
“I’d love to.” Regret fills her voice. “But I haven’t seen much of Dad this week. I’ll stay over tonight, though.”
“Okay.” I risk a quick kiss, and her smile doesn’t make it any easier to leave.
It’s only a few hours until the party. I’ll do whatever I usually do on a Saturday afternoon that doesn’t involve her.
It won’t be difficult. This is only the third Saturday we’ve been together, including our visit to Jake in hospital, and last week we were in Wales.
So why is it so hard to think of how my Saturdays were before Mac?
Chapter Nineteen
Mackenzie
Remember rules number one, two, and three: don’t drool over Will.
As the limo glides to a stop outside his flat, I force myself not to glance at his front door. Lucas texted him a couple of minutes ago to let him know we were here, and even though I’m focused on Violet, from the corner of my eye, I can still see him approaching the car.
Stop hyperventilating.
“Hey.” Will’s greeting to everyone in the limo shouldn’t cause my skin to tingle with awareness or send ripples of need between my thighs, but it does. And if that isn’t bad enough, my treacherous head turns in his direction.
“Mac,” he says, with one of those guy nods, which is simultaneously firmly in the friend-zone and also ridiculously sexy.
“Hi.” I give him a glacial smile, although inside I’m burning. My electrified hormones aren’t helped when he takes the seat next to me.
You wanted him to sit next to you.
I’m not sure why I thought that would be such a great idea when we can’t even hold hands. Then again, anticipation is so underrated. I’m already counting down the hours before we’re back at his flat tonight.
“Hey, man,” Jax says from the other side of the limo, where he’s sitting with his date for the night. “Honey, this is Lucas’s oldest mate, Will.”
I hold my breath as Will leans across me to say hi to Honey. He smells of sex and sin, and I curl my toes in the vain hope that it will help keep me centered. A wild vision of flinging my arms around him and giving him a big kiss on his delectable lips taunts me, and I metaphorically sit on my hands. Not going to cause unnecessary drama with my overprotective brother when this is my last weekend with Will.
As he settles back into his seat, he catches my eye, and his mocking smile proves he knows exactly what’s going through my head and obviously finds it funny.
“Thought you were bringing a date.” Lucas laughs and wraps his arm around Violet’s shoulders. “What happened? Did you get stood up?”
“She came to her senses, did she?” Jax grins. “Can’t say I blame her.”
Will stretches out his legs, and for a second, our gazes lock. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Must be serious if you’re not talking about her,” Lucas says. Guys are so weird. I can’tstoptalking about Will when I see Brooklyn. He didn’t even tell Lucas about his ex from Uni, or what she did to him.
How could she do that, though?Hot disbelief burns through me again, the same as it did this afternoon. It hadn’t occurred to me they’d split up in such a horrible way. I can’t even imagine how awful he must’ve felt.
“Or,” Will says, “it means I’m not seeing anyone.”
“This’ll make you laugh.” Violet grins at my brother before returning her attention to me. “When I first met you, I thought there was something going on between you and Will.”
Lucas and Jax laugh as though that’s the most hilarious joke ever. Even Honey does, although she’s never even met either of us before.
Why did I think it was a good idea to go to this stupid party tonight with my brother?
