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“You mean since there’s a no photo rule except the one your family persistently breaks?” Louie growls.
Ollie and I laugh. Wrapping an arm around my waist, Ollie tugs me against his body. I grin until the flash goes off, after which Ollie promptly lets me go. “You have to send me a copy of that,” I tell him.
He gives me a quick one arm hug before offering his excuses. “Will do. Now, I need to go say hey to a few people.”
I wink. “We’ll catch up later.”
Reaching for my glass still on the bar, I take a sip, letting the chilled vodka slide down the back of my throat. A few seconds later, a blond dashes up before introducing herself as Leanne. After we each make our connection to Austyn known, I fascinate her when I let her know I’m about to start my fourth year of an accelerated master’s degree program to become a museum curator. “How did you fall into that?”
I admit, “I wanted to jump Riley from National Treasure.”
She hoots before lifting her finger to order a drink. “Going for the hot hacker. I like you.”
When Louie hands her a glass of wine, I tap my glass to hers. “Same goes.”
Leanne notes, “Your handbag is sending out strobe signals. Someone trying to get in touch with you?”
I frown. “That’s not a good sign.” Quickly, sliding my empty glass on the bar, I whip out my cell phone, hoping everything is okay with my mother. But it’s not her frantically trying to reach me.
It’s Ethan.
Ethan:
What the hell?
Ethan:
Why the fuck is my brother holding you?
My eyes bug out at what I’m reading. Waves of emotions wash over me, the most prominent one being confusion. How in the hell does Ethan know anything about me talking to Ollie? Finally, I type back.
Fallon:
Excuse me?
Ethan:
Come on, Fal.
I then receive the picture of me and Ollie that Louie took earlier. I take a deep breath and decide to take the high road.
Fallon:
Cool. Ollie was going to send that to me later.
Ethan:
Do you text him, too?
Fallon:
Are you kidding right now?
Ethan:
Not even close, witch.
Suddenly, anger courses through me. Ethan may be gorgeous, but he’s made no proclamations of ever after to me. We’re friends. We have a mutual love and affection for his family. My thumbs move furiously beneath Leanne’s fascinated stare.
