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She stared down the big blob of a tear that was threatening to dangle off her eyelash. If she let this one out there would be a flood and the poor Uber guy would be sloshing water out of the back of his car for hours.
Polly blinked hard. Squeezed the monster tear back into her eye somehow and forced air into her lungs.
After flirting madly with Chris until he was almost panting, she’d not been able to stick around any longer. Solo had been trying to catch her eye, which she avoided, but after holing herself up in the toilet for ten minutes, he was waiting for her when she exited. She’d tried to push past him but he followed her, his face taut.
“Polly, can we talk about this?”
“Nope.”
“I was going to tell you. Emma wasn’t due to arrive until tomorrow.”
“Oh, fantastic, kiss me goodbye in the morning, shove me out the door and offer Emma the next spot.”
“Christ.” Solo was tunnelling into his hair with agitated fingers. A girl squeezed past with a loud, “Excuse me, but I’m busting.” They shifted.
Polly searched for her jacket on the rack.
“You’re going?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Please stay.”
“Give me one good reason.”
“Because I want you to.”
She grabbed her jacket and spat out, “No, what you want is a cat-fight in the middle of Carts’ party. Typical fucking man. I must say, you had me sucked in that you were over her.” She swung the jacket around her shoulders, dug her fingers in her bag and felt like belting him with it. “How could you be? She’s just about the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Looks aren’t everything.”
“What that meant to mean? That I’m uglier than a witch, but good in the sack?”
“No!”
“No, Fuckyou, Solo.” She couldn’t help it; she gave him a push in the centre of his chest with her handbag.
Solo’s jaw set and his eyes sparked. He stood his ground. “You know your problem?”
She tossed her head. “I’m sure you’re planning on enlightening me, so go right ahead.”
“You always think you’re right. The world according to Polly Fletcher. Black and white. No room for grey.”
She gritted her teeth and hissed, “I’ve got eyes. Funny thing, but I’ve learned to trust them. What’s more, they see in glorious technicolour.”
Solo dared to smirk. “Eyewitness accounts are notoriously unreliable.”
“Fuck off.” Her fingers itched to shove that bag into his chest again and back him down the whole length of the hallway.
He braced his chest, as if expecting as much. “You don’t know the full story.”
“I think I do. It’s called a truckload of bullshit”
“So you won’t stick around to find out if you’re wrong.”
“Cor-rect.”
His jaw ticked, his eyes silver slits. “Coward.”
