Page 39 of Fighting Mr. Knight

What?

I freeze, trying to connect the bodiless voice to a face from last night.

Me?

“What’s going on between you two?” the same male voice around the corner asks.

A knot of anxiety tightens in my belly.

The guy I can’t identify must be talking to Max about me. Why does eavesdropping on Max talking about our relationship freak me out after all these months? Maybe I don’t want to hear from the horse’s mouth how well he’s coping without me.

I lean against the wall and take out my phone to pretend to read.

“Absolutely nothing, mate.”

My head jerks at the sound of the low gravelly cockney voice.

Jack.

Someone is askingJackabout me?

There’s a pause. “You two looked a little cosy.”

“Nope.” Jack’s tone makes my stomach lurch. Cold as ice. All the warmth he had last night is gone. “Definitely nothing of interest going on there.”

The other guy chuckles. “I guess Michelle Allard is more your type, lucky bastard.”

Another pause, and my pulse quickens.

“Michelle Allard is everyone’s type,” Jack says dryly.

My cheeks flame with heat. Wanker.

Obviously, I agree, but hearing it from his mouth crushes me more than it should. I shouldn’t even care.

“She hasn’t got a set of pipes on her like Michelle, but Bunny polishes up good enough.”

I tug at my bra strap, annoyed. Who is this guy?

“Careful,” Jack says, his voice more strained. “Watch your manners. Bonnie is . . . a friend of Sean and Kate’s.”

Huh. I’m only mildly appeased. It’s not exactly a knight-in-shining-armour response.

“Mind if I get her number?”

Another pause.

“Knock yourself out,” Jack replies in a level tone. “No reason for me to mind.”

“So? Do you have it?”

More silence.

“Thanks.”

Thanks? THANKS?

He didnotgive some random guy my number.

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