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Aaron snorted. Then silence, except for the scrape, scrape of the stick.
“I think she likes you, you know.”
“Who, Lauren?”
“No, fuck-head, Alice.”
Aaron opened his mouth, but the words were in a pile-up at the back of his throat.
Carts’ chin rested on his kneecap. “I was hoping I was wrong. But all evening she kept checking the door. She wasn’t focusing on any of the questions, and then when she saw you in the pub… I went, oh fuccccckkk, I get it. And, mate, that made me see red.” A pause.
Aaron found his voice. “Well, of course she likes me. We’re friends.” How unconvincing could you get?
Carts obviously agreed. He made a scoffing sound. “Either you’re playing dumb or you’ve got rocks in your head. She’s besotted with you.”
Aaron’s heart jumped like it had been defibrillated. “That’s utter crap.”
“Wish it was,” Carts said morosely. “I’m getting used to seeing the signs now. Maybe eventually I’ll learn to go for a woman who gets that look on her face when she looks at me. Not some other unworthy fucker.” He sighed heavily. “I don’t know what you’ve done to deserve her, but if you don’t put it right with Alice, I swear…”
“Don’t start,” Aaron warned. He was trying to digest this new information and he didn’t need Carts deliberating on whether to punch him or not.
He groaned.
Carts turned his head and eyeballed him. “I assume you’ve slept with her?”
“That’s between me and Alice.”
“Typical. You couldn’t keep your dirty mitts off the one truly good person who youknowwon’t bounce back from this, won’t shrug and move on to the next guy. You break her heart and I swear… I swear, I won’t be your friend anymore.”
“Don’t worry,” Aaron gritted out. “Alice informed me just before you arrived that she doesn’t even like me. So join the line-up.”
Carts grunted and threw the stick on the ground. Stood up and ground it into a pulp with his heel. “I’m going back to stop Dan making a fool of himself with Miss Universe. I’d like to say you have my sympathy over the shite at work, but no doubt you’ll come out smelling of roses. You always do. Even though underneath, quite frankly, I’m smelling a whole load of horse shit.”
And with that, Carts strode off, his pant hems slapping angrily around his ankles.
