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“It’s hard to believe we made it this far without me killing you while you sleep,” Kevin replied. “You know what? Maybe I do need a night out. It’s been a while. I haven’t let my hair down for too long.”
I rolled my eyes and looked down at my dress. “Am I dressed okay?”
If I wasn’t, I was going to kill Pen. I’d asked her what I should wear, and she’d said what I’d usually wear for a night at a pub, so that’s what I’d gone for.
He looked me over. “For a night on a street corner? Sure.”
“Kevin!”
He laughed, coming over to me. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Yes. Your duke will rip it off you by the end of the night.”
I swatted him away. “He isn’t mine. It was just a kiss.”
“Right. And I’m having tea with The Queen tomorrow afternoon,” he retorted smartly. “There’s clearly something going on between you, even if you don’t want to talk about it.”
“You’re not here to talk about me. Besides, there’s nothing to talk about.” I checked my phone for the time and put it in my bag. We had two minutes.
“Ellie.” Kev grabbed my arm and gently tugged on it, making me look up at him. “Just think about what you’re doing, all right? You said this morning he’s not a relationship guy, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Kev. I know who he is and what he wants or doesn’t want from his life. He’s never lied to me or led me on. I decided to kiss him anyway.” I smiled, resting my hand on top of his. “If I get hurt, it’s because of the choicesImade. And I’m okay with that.”
He sighed and pulled me in for a hug. “I think you got all the maturity allotted to our family. When did you get so smart?”
Laughing, I hugged him back. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”
“All right. Looks like he’s here.”
“They. His friend is staying and he’s coming.”
“His friend, huh?”
“No, Kevin. Behave.” I swatted him with my bag and walked to the door. There was a black Range Rover outsider.
Damn.
I was hoping it would be the sexy orange beast.
Then again, that only had two seats, and I couldn’t imagine someone hanging off the top of it on the country lanes around here.
It was the kind of thing Jeremy Clarkson and co. would try.
Now that I’d watch.
I opened the door in time to see Fred get out of the car on the passenger side and grin over at me.
He did an elaborate bow, gesturing for me to hop into the front seat, and I shook my head, laughing.
“Who is that?” Kev asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Not your boyfriend,” I replied, tugging him out so I could lock the door.
“Oh, stop. I was only wondering. Is this one of those weird situations where all the people around here are hot?”
“Let’s go.” I was thankful I’d opted for flat shoes—well, platformed sandals—instead of straight heels tonight. It had been blisteringly hot all day, and it was still far too warm out. It was made worse by the horrid, thick stickiness that clung to every molecule of the air like it was being paid by Satan himself to punish us.
It worked with a light sun dress, even if it wasn’t your usual bar attire.
It wasmyusual bar attire.
