“I wouldn’t be so sure. When Cordelia told them the truth about you, Annabel’s parents seemed to think it was a very good idea. Apparently, she’s been under a lot of pressure and they’re worried about how she’s handling it. I wouldn’t be surprised if you wake up to a phone call from Lord or Lady Derrington. You may have locked in your next gig.” He grimaces. “Although that would mean you’d have to put up with Annabel and her demands for months.”
“After Cordelia, I’m sure I can handle anything,” I point out, to which he nods in agreement. “I’ll worry about Annabel tomorrow. Tonight, we should enjoy the wedding.”
“Good thinking.”
“Tom,” I say, turning the conversation serious for a moment, “I’m sorry about… everything. I feel really bad about it.”
“It’s OK,” he says, looking at the floor. “I understand. You were doing your job, and you’d signed contracts. And you’ve become an amazing friend to Cordelia—you’ve really been there for her. You don’t have to be sorry about anything.”
“Well, I am. I’m really sorry for lying to you.” I hesitate, trying to read his expression. “Not thateverythingwas a lie.”
“Is that right?”
He lifts his eyes to meet mine, allowing himself a small smile. Cordelia might have got through to him last night. I let myself hope again.
“Yeah. Like when you asked me if I’d like to go for a drink with you and I said I would. That wasn’t a lie.”
OMG! I’M BEING SO SASSY RIGHT NOW.
“Really. That’s interesting.”
“So, if you’d still be game, then we should go on a date. Would you like to go on a date with me?”
UNBELIEVABLY SASSY.
“Yeah, that sounds good. I’d like that,” he says, making my heart soar and my smile break so wide, my jaw hurts.
“Cool! Great,” I say, in a very non-sassy, gushing manner. “What do you want to do? Is there somewhere you’d particularly like to go?”
“With you, Sophie?” He grins. “Anywhere.”
“You have very sexy arms!”
“What?” Tom shouts back over the band.
“Your arms!”
“What about them?”
Wait. Oh, God, what am I saying? Why have I blurted out how I feel about his arms while we’re on the dance floor with hundreds of other guests, dancing wildly to the Proclaimers? All those Jägerbombs have made me completely delirious.
Or maybe it’s Tom.
“What about my arms?” he asks again, pausing his wild array of dance moves to lean in close to be sure he can hear my next answer.
I panic.
“You have them!” I yell.
He gives me a strange look. “Yeah.”
“Cool!”
He starts laughing. “Sophie is weirder than Emily.”
“Your dad made a very similar joke this morning.”
“Dad and I have the same jokes? Uh-oh. That’s not good.”
