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Twenty
Wes
“So…has Devon seen Emma yet?” Natasha asks, taking a sip of her beer. She’s aiming for a casual air, but I can tell she’s dying for gossip.
“Yes.”
“And…?”
“And what?” I arch an eyebrow at her, knowing my play at obtuseness will drive her mad.
True to form, she lets out an aggravated huff, tossing her head back. “And, the guy you’re shagging, who happens to be your sister’s ex, is currently in Pariswithyour sister. How is this not newsworthy? ITV could make a reality show about the three of you.”
I roll my eyes. “First of all—he’s notwithEmma. They caught up briefly. That’s all.”
“That’s all?”
I nod. “He had a pain au chocolat.”
“That cannot possibly be the most interesting thing to come out of that conversation,” Tash argues.
I shrug. “Well, he didn’t exactly give me a word for word re-enactment, but by the sounds of things it was all pretty low-key.”
“Huh. Well, that’s a bit of a let-down.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “Why? What were you expecting?”
She sighs, flicking her dark hair behind her shoulder. “I don’t know…maybe that he’d confess the two of you have been bonking and she’d fly into a jealous rage.”
I roll my eyes. “When have you ever seen Emma get into any kind of rage? Besides, she dumped him. She wouldn’t care if he was with someone else.”
“Even if that someone was her brother?” Tash asks, brows raised.
I shrug. “Well, we’re not going to tell her, so I guess we’ll never know.”
“Still?” she demands. “You’restillplanning to keep this from her?”
“It’s just sex. It’s none of her business.”
“Yeah, that’s what you saidamonth ago,”Natasha drawls. “Back then I believed you. Now…not so sure.” She gives a little shrug and takes a long sip of her beer.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“No, what’s ridiculous is you checking your phone every two seconds just to see if he’s texted.” She casts a pointed look at the phone in my hand and I immediately slam it face-down against the table, a guilty flush hitting my cheeks. “Admit it. You miss him.”
I scoff. “Please, Ido notmiss Devon. I miss the regular orgasms.”
Natasha arches a challenging brow and lifts her hand to gesture at our surroundings. “Okay, then. If an orgasm’s all you want then take your pick. Plenty of cute guys to choose from.”
I slump back in my seat and lift my pint to my lips for a generous swig. “It won’t be the same.”
She offers a wicked grin. “Yeah, because you fancy Devon.”
I gape at her. “I donotfancy Devon! How dare you accuse me of such a thing!”
She shrugs. “Okay, fine. Let’s put it to the test, shall we? How about you give me your phone for the next two days. We’ll see how you go without being able to text lover boy for the rest of his trip.”
“I need this phone for business,” I argue, hugging it to my chest protectively.
