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“Thanks. I hadn’t noticed,” she muttered before waving to someone outside the car.
I saw Hadley, Mason and his mate Tucker watching us. The last thing I needed that afternoon was the reminder that my girl wasn’t really mine.
“What were you shouting before?” I asked her as I drove off.
“I don’t know,” she replied.
Even through all my fuckery and bullshit, I could tell she was in a funk.
“You okay, Barlow?”
“No,” she sighed.
Weirdly, that made everything feel all right again. Her and me being not okay together. It was like our thing, the bubble that kept us together, and there was mad comfort in us in our thing.
I reached over to take her hand. “What’s up?” I asked.
“At Lunch, Mason may or may not have asked me out.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK.
What?
No.
Fuck no.
“And what does that mean?” I asked slowly.
I didn’t want to fucking know, but at the very least if she wanted to talk about it then I’d talk about it with her.
“I don’t know,” she said. “He asked me to go out tonight, but then clarified that everyone was going, and it would be fun to hang out with the group.”
Tonight? Did the arsehole know I needed her? Of course, he didn’t. It was just a fucking inopportune time for him to finally make his move. Although, it was a piss weak one at that.
“Right…” I said slowly.
I felt my hand twitch. My first instinct was to pull it away, but hers hadn’t been so my body refused to let go if hers didn’t first. Only problem was I had to change gears.
I cleared my throat and asked, “So?”
“Well, does that mean he’s shy, or he’s not interested?”
I had no fucking idea. I didn’t want any fucking idea. I could literally not give less shits than I gave about Mason’s interest in Piper. I was out of fucks. Fuckless. Zero fucks to give. But she wanted to talk about it.
Once we were around the corner, I took her hand again. “I don’t know, Barlow.”
“Well, if you were going to ask me out, how would you do it?”
I thought we’d covered all the dangerous territory it was possible to cover, but I couldn’t find it in myself to be annoyed or pissed off about it. She wanted to know how I’d ask her out?
I gave her a humoured glance. “Barlow, if this is a sorry attempt to get me to ask you out–”
“If I wanted to date you, I’m woman enough to just ask you and risk being shut down, Lombardi. But, thanks,” she huffed.
