“Uh-huh.”
“And the fact Rocco bought matching rings. So he could show the world that he was paired up as well.”
“Uh-huh.”
Finally, Andreas stopped. “Who shit in your Corn Flakes?”
“Hey, I like Corn Flakes.”
“I know you do—which is why I’m asking who took a dump in them.”
“No one. If we hustle, we can catch the next sailing.”
“They sail every half hour. It’s okay if we miss one.”
I scowled. “You need to be in bed and asleep.” I eyed the moonless night. “The forecast is for rain tomorrow. They might not shoot outside.”
“There’s a dramatic scene in the rain—”
“Yes, but that’s the one being shot up north.”
He bit his lower lip. “How is it that you know the script better than I do?”
“Because I pay attention. You would too, if you weren’t so busy flirting with everyone.”
He stopped short, forcing me to pivot to face him. “What?”
“I do not flirt with everyone. Hell, I don’t flirt with anyone. What the fuck is your problem?”
“So you didn’t get Marco’s number?”
He rubbed his forehead. “Marco wants to meet Norah. I don’t know if I can arrange that, but I can at least get him access to one of the days we’re shooting outside. I mean, the guy’s an environmental scientist who does all this amazing stuff. A day off of that is more than fair.”
“As opposed to a guy studying literature.”
He gestured with his hand, slashing it through the air. “Christ, Freddie, what are you going on about?” He blinked. “Are you jealous?”
I sputtered. “Of course not.”
“Right…you say that, but I’m not convinced.” Suddenly, he started marching.
I followed, watching my step as we headed down the hill. Life was so much simpler when he wasn’t around.
Or so you tell yourself.
On that note, we entered Waterfront Station and headed to the SeaBus waiting area.
We’d missed the ride, so we’d have to wait.
I sighed.
So this is my life now. What a clusterfuck.
Chapter Nine
Andreas
“You’re ready?” I eyed Norah.