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“Was it that horrible?”
“Worse than horrible,” I confirmed. “I thought for sure that someone was going to come to blows. I ended up leaving early with my date because it was such a fucking mess.”
Whitley’s eyes widened a fraction, and then she dipped her head to dig into her purse.
Why the fuck had I said that? Of course I’d dated while she was gone, but I hadn’t had to bring it up. That was just how we’d always worked.
She had been the best wingman I’d ever had. Who could have known that all of that time we’d been trying to find people for the other to hook up with, the person standing right next to me had been the answer?
“Fuck,” Whitley said. “English is SOS-ing me. I have to get in there before she does more damage.”
I nodded easily. “Sure. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
“Definitely,” she said, but she still wasn’t meeting my eyes.
I’d fucked up. Maybe I’d said it because I was mad that she’d left before we could figure this out. Now that she could barely look at me, I realized that I didn’t want her to go like this.
“Hey,” I said, reaching for the sleeve of her fur coat.
She blinked back at me, her hazel eyes a honey color in the afternoon sunlight. There was something in those eyes, like panic. She looked … terrified. As if she thought that I might say something horrible to her.
I withdrew suddenly. I didn’t like that look in her eyes. I didn’t like it one bit. And I wasn’t going to get rid of it by asking her out right here on the street when she had somewhere else to be. I’d need to play a longer game for her to see that I was serious.
“Good luck.”
Her smile brightened, as if she’d dodged a bullet. “I don’t need luck.”
She winked at me and then disappeared inside.
Fuck. I was fuckingfuckedup about this woman.
I jerked my phone out as soon as she was gone, dialing Court Kensington without missing a beat.
Court’s baritone filtered through the phone. “King.”
“You fucking asshole.”
Court laughed, low and resonant. “So, I’m guessing you heard Whit is back?”
“Heard? I just saw her in Percy Tower in a silver minidress. I walked her to English’s meeting.”
“She was wearing a minidress to the meeting with mymother? God preserve her.”
“Yeah. I think she’s trying to take the heat off of English, but that’s not the point, asshole.”
“What? Should I have told you that she was back? Still got a thing for her?”
I gritted my teeth. Court Kensington, Camden Percy, and I had met at Harvard. We’d become fast friends despite the fact that they had known each other their whole lives and didn’t like outsiders. Court had known exactly what he was doing by not telling me that Whitley was back.
“That was three years ago.”
“And?”
“And … I didn’t want to be blindsided.”
Court snickered. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that. Anyway, that’s why we’re all going out tonight. We were going to surprise everyone.”
Fuck. So,thatwas what that was about.
