‘And, no offence, if he was serious about you, he wouldn’t have bought me four of those dirty, vile drinks.’
Erin gave Alex a little heartening smile as Tara looked like she was going to vomit. ‘She has a point, Alex. I mean, I’m not excusing her drunken need to shag the entire city of Dublin—’
‘Hey!’
‘—but regardless, he obviously wasn’t madly in love with you and is therefore a feckin’ eejit by anyone’s standards because you’re extremely loveable.’
‘I am,’ Alex responded quietly, giving a little sniff. ‘But I’m still mad at Tara.’
Tara slunk down on the sofa beside her. ‘I am really sorry,’ Tara whispered, giving her a nudge. ‘My bad.’
Alex rolled her eyes but felt herself soften.
‘And she’s right. You are too good for him and I think I should vet all potential suitors from now on.’
‘Don’t push it,’ Alex replied with a smirk.
As Tara went back to bed and Erin returned to her book, Alex found herself in the kitchen making tea she didn’t want, just to get some alone time. God, Tara was infuriating and as much as she liked her, Alex had come to recognise just how impulsive she was, reckless even, occasionally to the detriment of others but mostly to herself. She was a force of nature, but sometime nature could be the most damaging force of all.
