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“Oh, Jesus,” Wyatt moans behind us.
“Dream catch me when I fall,” Spencer sings at the top of his voice. “Or else I won’t go home at all.” We stumble outside the front steps and Spencer raises his hand like he’s drawing a sword. “To the kebab shop!” he cries.
* * *
We’re waiting in the boarding lounge, and I’m staring at the beautiful man in front of me. He’s more dishevelled than I’ve ever seen him and hungover like nothing else. I’m dreading going home and back to reality. We’ve had the most beautiful weekend in paradise, and I want to stay here in our little love bubble.
Spencer rebooked the villas for two weeks over New Year’s. I can’t think of anything more perfect.
My phone begins to bounce around the table as it vibrates. The name Edward lights up the screen.
My stomach drops.
I stare at it as it rings for a moment, and Spencer frowns in question when he looks over at me. I know I can’t avoid this call for forever.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Where are you?” Edward growls.
I close my eyes, hearing the obvious anger in his voice. “Greece.”
“Get your fucking arse back to Nottingham now!”
He hangs up, and my heart constricts. I look over at Spencer with fear running through me. I swallow the lump in my throat.
They’ve seen the magazine story.
“I need to go home to Nottingham,” I whisper. “Tonight.”
18
Charlotte
“Who was that?”
“Edward.” I rearrange the napkin on my lap, trying to calm myself. “They’ve seen the story, I have to go home.”
“We’ll go this weekend,” he says flatly.
I frown. We?
“No, that’s okay, you can come up at the weekend to see me.” I pull my fingers through my hair, trying to sound casual. “I’m going to head back tonight.”
His eyes hold mine. “No.”
“What do you mean… no?”
“You’re not going on your own.”
“Spence,” I sigh. I need to go and see them alone first. I don’t need him coming in like a bull in a China shop. He’ll ruin everything.
“This is my mess, Charlotte. I’ll be the one to clean it up.”
“Spencer, I want to see them alone first.”
“That’s not happening.” He clenches his jaw and stares at me. “You stay in London and I’ll go alone.”
“What?” Has he gone mad? “You’re not going alone. We haven’t even discussed this.”
