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“It’s the shoes,” Podge offered up. “The higher the heel, the longer the leg.”
“What?” I chuckled, turning to look at him. “Where’d ya hear that?”
“No, he’s right, I’ve heard that, too,” Alec offered. “I think I read it in a magazine.”
“At the clinic?” Podge added.
“That’s right,” Alec agreed, slapping his hands together. “That’s where I read it.”
“The clinic?” I shook my head. “What the fuck were you two up to over the summer?”
“Same as you, Lynchy, boy,” Alec shot back with a wolfish grin. “Scoring and whoring.”
Doubtful.
My gaze drifted back to Molloy, and like a hundred times before, I caught her staring back at me.
Instead of the usual comical banter, she offered me a small wave instead.
I winked in response and had to bury my smile when her cheeks turned bright pink. She wasn’t blushing, though. It was something else. It was almost like she was excited. To seeme.
Fuck, she was something else to look at.
“I can’t believe she’s still with that tosser,” Alec groaned, gesturing to Ricey, who was planted on the chair beside her, and all but glued to the girl’s hip. “How long have they been together now, three years?”
“Three and a half,” I heard myself answer. “On and off.”
“Well shit.” Alec released a despondent sigh. “He’s definitely riding her by now, right? “
Christ, I hoped not.
CHRISTMAS WISHES AND JOYRIDES
DECEMBER 23RD 2003
AOIFE
“You know,you don’t have to buy me a present this year, babe,” Paul announced, as he sat across the table from me at The Dinniman, after the lunchtime rush on Tuesday. It was two days to Christmas, and we had been up the walls at work all morning. “All I want for Christmas is—“
“Don’t even go there,” I warned, reaching across the table to clamp a hand over his mouth. “Seriously, Paul, I have less than two minutes of my lunch break left until I have to get back out there. I have no intention of using them to fight with you.”
He threw his hands up. “Who’s fighting?”
“Us,” I shot back, setting my hand back down. “Or at least we will be, if you bring up the whole sex in lieu of a gift idea again.”
“Aoife.” He stared hard at me, brown eyes full of barely contained frustration. “Come on, babe. We’ve been going out forever.”
“Three years isn’t forever,” I replied, taking a sip from my coffee. “It’s a drop in the ocean in the grand scheme of things.”
“We will be together four years next February,” he argued back.
“Not when you add up all of the times during those four years when we’ve been off,” I reminded him. “Take that into account and it’s closer to two years than four.“
“Aoife!” he snapped, reaching over and snatching my hand up. “Come on. I’ve been patient. I’ve done the waiting.”
“You’ve also done the sexing, remember?” I shot back, reminding him of just how much he’d enjoyed our break back in third year.
“Why are you bringing that back up?” He blew out a frustrated breath. “That wastwoyears ago. We were off at the time. You said it was okay. Ididn’tcheat on you.”
